Absolutely a Masterpiece

"This is a masterpiece. It's definitely a masterpiece."

Meng Fei was beside himself with excitement. How long had it been—one year, three, or five? He couldn't even remember how long it had been since he'd read an erotic novel like this.

He suffered from that... dysfunction, which medicine considered incurable. But after reading this novel, he was actually stirring with desire, unable to stop himself. If this wasn't a masterpiece, what was?!

"Sign him. We have to sign him right away." Meng Fei clenched his fists. If they didn't sign the author of a masterpiece like this immediately, he'd probably regret it for the rest of his life.

The writing was terrifyingly powerful, reaching right into the reader's heart. It was as if the events were unfolding right before his eyes. This was writing so skillful it was practically an art.

Anyone who could write a work like this was surely a master. They must have watched countless films and had extensive firsthand experience. Could Master Jia Zhiwei have personally returned to writing?

At the thought, he immediately checked the author's contact information and profile. He froze. The person who'd written this work wasn't some master at all, but an eighteen-year-old high school student.

Since when could high schoolers write with such skill, producing work on a master's level? Meng Fei could hardly believe his eyes. He checked again and again before finally accepting it.

The information had been entered by the author himself and verified using his ID chip. There was no way it could be fake.

"It's true. This is a genius writer, a rising star of the future. Maybe he'll even surpass Master Jia Zhiwei's achievements." Meng Fei grew so excited that he didn't care it was the middle of the night. He immediately added the author's Penguin account.

A chime sounded, and the friend request was accepted at once.

"Did it really work?"

Meng Fei was overjoyed. He immediately started a video call, and an image soon appeared on the other end: a young man in white casual clothes, with a youthful face.

"May I ask if you're Teacher Black-Hearted Wolf?" he asked cautiously.

The young man blinked. He hadn't expected anyone to call him "Teacher," but he quickly recovered. "That's right. I'm Black-Hearted Wolf, the author who just submitted a story. My real name is Xia Ping."

"That's wonderful."

Meng Fei smiled. "I've read your novel, and I'm very optimistic about it. Would you be willing to sign with my company, Penguin? I promise we'll give it the strongest possible promotion and make it an instant hit."

He was brimming with confidence. Even an old hand like him had been thrilled after reading only the opening. If a novel like this didn't become popular, it would defy all reason.

"Sure. Let's sign." Xia Ping nodded. He'd intended to sign with Penguin anyway. It was the biggest online fiction platform on Yanhuang Planet, and if his novel took off there, he'd earn the most from it.

"That's great. This is Penguin's contract. It's a standard agreement, the same one we sign with every author. I'm sure it won't treat you unfairly, Teacher Black-Hearted Wolf." Meng Fei immediately sent him a copy online. "If you agree, just sign it."

In this day and age, paper contracts had been phased out. Agreements were signed online using one's ID chip, and they were just as legally binding.

"Sure." Xia Ping skimmed through it and signed. He'd looked into Penguin before. It was the biggest site in the industry, and it hadn't been involved in any major scandals. It was trustworthy enough.

When Meng Fei saw that the contract had been signed, he was delighted and became even more enthusiastic. "Teacher Black-Hearted Wolf, do you have any chapters saved up? If you do, please upload them as soon as possible. Once you reach a hundred thousand words, I'll arrange a recommendation for you right away."

Novels worked the same way in every world: if they weren't long enough, fewer people would read them.

"I don't have any saved up for now, but I can write them quickly," Xia Ping said confidently. His body on Yanhuang Planet was far stronger than the one he'd had on Earth, and his typing speed had increased dramatically. He'd tested it just now and reached twenty thousand words per hour. It was practically inhuman.

Of course, that was also because he was simply typing out the words already in his mind. He didn't need to think up much of the plot; he had the finished work ready to copy.

"I see. Then I'll look forward to the rest of your story, Teacher Black-Hearted Wolf." Hearing that there were no saved chapters, Meng Fei felt terribly disappointed. He'd wanted to read what came next.

But if there weren't any, there was nothing he could do.

They then confirmed Xia Ping's bank account and ID information, since these were directly related to his royalties and had to be handled carefully.

Once they'd finished checking everything, they ended the call.

"Haha, I'm finally going to be the one to bring a new master of erotic fiction into the world." Meng Fei was overcome with excitement. There was no other feeling like helping cultivate a top-tier writer of erotic fiction.

In the publishing industry, editors had their own track records, too. If you couldn't bring up a few famous authors, nobody would believe in your abilities.

Once you cultivated a master-level writer, your standing in the industry would soar, and your salary would rise sharply. Becoming editor-in-chief wouldn't be out of the question, either.

But Meng Fei couldn't spare a thought for such trivial matters now. After reading the novel, he'd felt desire stirring in his body. A flame he hadn't felt in two years had actually returned.

Ever since that car accident, his family had practically fallen apart. He couldn't even touch his wife. He'd felt utterly inferior, looked down on by his boss at work and by his wife at home. How miserable could a man get?

But tonight, he was going to reclaim his manhood and make that woman beg for mercy.

Flames blazed in Meng Fei's eyes. At the same time, he couldn't help feeling moved. This masterful work had saved his life; it was as good as a miracle drug.

With that thought, he headed toward his wife's bedroom, his whole body radiating a confidence he'd never felt before.

"Finally, the contract's signed. Now I just need to build up my backlog and upload all the remaining chapters." Xia Ping clenched his fists. He planned to write a novel of five hundred thousand words. At twenty thousand words an hour, it would take at least twenty-five hours.

Of course, he still had to attend class. At most, he could write eight hours a day, so it would take about three days.

Some people might say that novels often ran to several million words, so wasn't five hundred thousand a little too short? But for erotic fiction, a hundred or two hundred thousand words was perfectly normal.

At five hundred thousand words, it was already an epic.

"Good. Time to work hard and make money!"

Xia Ping immediately opened his computer and began typing furiously. Before going to bed, he planned to write a few tens of thousands more words.