No, This Is Onboarding!

Hu Liena felt like a fish just pulled from the water, her entire body limp as she gasped for air in heavy, ragged breaths.

The agonizing pleasure had stopped, but the lingering sensation of having her soul filled to the brim still swirled within her mind.

She looked at the man through the glass, the hatred she once felt now transformed into something else entirely.

It was like a person dying of thirst in the desert, staring at the only bottle of water in their hands.

"Give... give it to me..."

Hu Liena's fingers scratched weakly against the glass wall, her face smeared with tears and snot; there was no trace left of the Golden Generation of Martial Soul Hall.

Qin Feng did not move.

He simply kept his hands in his pockets, watching her from behind the glass as if she were a monkey in a cage.

"You want it? Fine."

Qin Feng snapped his fingers.

The nutrient solution in the incubation tank began to drain, and the glass cover hissed open.

Hu Liena tumbled onto the floor with a thud, lacking even the strength to stand, and could only crawl toward Qin Feng's feet like a dog.

She reached out, trying to grab his pant leg.

Qin Feng stepped back, leaving her grasping at thin air.

"I don't keep useless people."

Qin Feng looked down at her, his voice as flat as if he were discussing the weather.

"If you want pleasure, you have to work."

"Do you understand the rules?"

Hu Liena froze for a moment, a flicker of struggle flashing through her dazed eyes, but it was quickly drowned out by the bone-deep emptiness within her body.

She gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and pressed her face against the cold metal floor, her voice trembling.

"I understand... I understand..."

"Master... please give me my orders."

Qin Feng smiled.

This was much easier than breaking a hawk; bombarding the brain with dopamine was something even a god couldn't resist.

"Very good."

Qin Feng tossed a set of clothes at her.

It was something he had redeemed from the system shop, a classic black-and-white color scheme, but the fabric... was rather sparse.

"Put it on and follow me."

"From today on, you are my personal life secretary."

"Remember, your salary is the feeling you just experienced, calculated by the hour."

"Do a good job, and you get more. Do a bad job..."

Qin Feng didn't finish his sentence, merely glancing at Orochimaru nearby.

Orochimaru cooperated by flicking his long tongue out, letting out a "hissing" laugh.

Hu Liena shuddered, grabbed the incredibly shameful outfit, and scrambled into a corner to change.

Less than two minutes later.

A "new secretary" walked out, wearing a miniskirt, black silk stockings, and a pair of fox ears on her head.

That face, once full of heroic spirit, was now as red as a ripe apple, and her hands didn't know where to go, desperately tugging at the ridiculously short hem of her skirt.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Grey Wolf appeared from out of nowhere, holding a wrench, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

"Boss! This is the 'High-Mobility Tactical Life-Support Armor' I designed!"

"Look at this fabric, it uses nano-breathable technology! Look at these stockings, they're actually high-strength bulletproof fiber!"

"Even if a Titled Douluo slapped her on the butt, it wouldn't break!"

Qin Feng rolled his eyes at him.

"I told you to design defensive gear, not lingerie."

"Oh, Boss, this is science!"

Grey Wolf looked aggrieved, tucking his wrench into his waistband.

"To save on materials, naturally, the less worn, the better!"

"Besides, according to my data analysis, when female creatures dress like this, the work efficiency of male creatures increases by two hundred percent!"

"Look, hasn't your own dopamine secretion increased as well?"

Qin Feng couldn't be bothered to entertain the wolf's twisted logic.

He turned around and walked toward the elevator.

"Let's go, time to check on Workshop One."

"Secretary Hu, keep up."

Hu Liena bit her lip, suppressing her shame as she trotted along in those needle-thin high heels.

She could feel that guy called Grey Wolf staring at her legs.

In the past, she would have gouged that wolf's eyes out long ago.

But now...

She could only keep her legs pressed together, head bowed, treating herself like an object devoid of dignity.

Level B3, First Industrial Park.

This place was nothing short of a sweltering hell.

Massive stamping machines roared, sparks flew in every direction, and dozens of mechanical arms danced through the air.

Ning Rongrong felt like she was going to die.

She, the dignified little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, was currently wearing dusty work clothes, her face smeared with soot, her two delicate hands covered in blood blisters.

She was struggling to push a small cart piled high with ore.

The cart weighed at least several hundred pounds!

"I'm not doing it! I'm not doing it anymore!"

Ning Rongrong shoved the cart to the ground and sat down, bursting into tears.

"I want to go home! I want my dad! I want Sword Grandpa!"

"Waaah... you're abusing me! This is against the law!"

The surrounding blacksmiths and workers merely glanced at her coldly; none of them stopped their work.

Around here, nobody pampered her.

"Yo, isn't this Miss Ning?"

A mocking voice drifted over.

Ning Rongrong looked up to see Qin Feng walking toward her with his hands behind his back.

And behind him, he was actually followed by... Hu Liena?

Ning Rongrong's eyes went wide.

That arrogant saintess of the Martial Soul Hall was now wearing such... such shameless clothing?

And she was carrying Qin Feng's bag like a little maid?

"You... you guys..."

Ning Rongrong pointed at them, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"What, slacking off?"

Qin Feng kicked the cart.

"According to labor laws, unauthorized work stoppage means no dinner for you today."

"You wouldn't dare!"

Ning Rongrong jumped up, clawing at the air as she tried to lunge at him.

"I am the heir to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! How dare you make me do this kind of menial labor!"

"It's precisely because you're the heir that I'm making you do it."

Qin Feng leaned back, settling into a chair that Grey Wolf had pushed over at some point.

Hu Liena knelt on the ground with practiced ease, helping Qin Feng massage his legs.

The movement was so natural it was heartbreaking.

Qin Feng sighed comfortably and looked at Ning Rongrong.

"Look at Nana, how sensible she is."

"You're both daughters of heaven, so why is there such a huge gap between how you carry yourselves?"

Watching Hu Liena's submissive posture, the string of dignity inside Ning Rongrong snapped with a sharp "twang."

Fear.

Boundless fear.

What kind of methods had Qin Feng used to turn a saintess into this?

"I... I don't want to become like that..."

Ning Rongrong shrank back, tears streaming down her face.

"You don't want to?"

Qin Feng chuckled and beckoned.

Grey Wolf immediately approached with a strange, cackling laugh, holding something that looked like a collar in his hand.

"Boss, this is a good piece of kit!"

"The 'Fully Automatic Housework Assistant Collar'!"

"As long as you put it on, your brain will automatically download ten thousand types of housework skills!"

"Cooking, laundry, massages, warming the bed... she'll be proficient in everything!"

"Plus, it will instill a strong desire for obedience in the wearer; even if you told them to eat sh*t, they'd think it smelled delicious!"

As Grey Wolf spoke, he dangled the collar in front of Ning Rongrong.

"Little girl, want to give it a try? This is a limited edition, you know!"

Ning Rongrong shrieked in terror, scrambling and crawling back toward the cart.

"I'll do it! I'll do the work!"

"Don't put that on me! I'm begging you!"

She pushed the cart like a madwoman, not making a sound even when the blisters on her hands burst.

Compared to turning into that, moving bricks was practically heaven!

Qin Feng nodded with satisfaction.

"It seems the education was quite effective."

He stood up and patted Grey Wolf on the shoulder.

"Brother Wolf, how is that batch of 'Conquerors' coming along?"

At the mention of this, Grey Wolf's expression changed instantly.

It was a fanatical, madman's excitement.

"Hehehe... Boss, just you wait and see!"

"Not only did I finish the assembly, but I also added some 'special modifications' of my own!"

"I guarantee those silly dragons playing with mud will be sent straight to heaven!"