Mother?

As if sensing Zhang Fei's confusion, the system joined in. "Chill, host. You'll be informed about it all, but only after you complete your first task."

Zhang Fei rolled his eyes but said nothing. He still had no idea what was going on, but right now, there were more important matters—like the woman before him.

She stood up from the chair with grace, making her way towards the sack that was at the corner of the room.

Zhang Fei's eyes locked onto her thick ass, the way it swayed with each step making his mind wander. Goddamn... complete package.

She bent slightly and her robe tightened around her curves, displaying her massive ass. Zhang Fei couldn't move, but if he could, he knew exactly where his hands would go.

She ran her hand through the sack for a moment before pulling out a small pouch. Standing back up, she turned towards him and made her way back, her boobs bouncing with each step.

Sitting beside him again, she poured a few pill-like substances into a bowl.

"These will help you regain your strength, Zhang Fei," she said softly, stirring the mixture with a spoon.

Zhang Fei wasn't even paying attention to the medicine—his gaze was glued to her cleavage. He couldn't speak, but his body sure as hell wanted to react.

She lifted the bowl, her warm eyes meeting his. "You've always been strong. Just trust me, okay?" Her voice was gentle, soothing, yet unintentionally seductive.

She brought the spoon close to his lips, her fingers grazing his chin as she guided it to his mouth.

Zhang Fei swallowed, but not just from the medicine—he was swallowing down every sinful thought running through his mind.

The bitter taste of the medicine hit Zhang Fei's tongue, but it was the heat of her fingertips brushing his chin that made his blood stir. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, but his eyes devoured her—those massive twin peaks straining against her robe, the way her hips curved as she leaned closer.

Fuck me, who is this goddess? He thought, mind racing with every dirty possibility.

She pulled the spoon back, her lips changing to a soft smile, oblivious to the storm she was brewing in his useless body.

"There, that should help," she whispered.

She set the bowl aside, her robe slipping just enough to flash a glimpse of creamy skin beneath, and Zhang Fei's heart pounded harder.

System, you bastard, is this the hand job setup? 'Because I'm ready to ascend right now.

Her hand returned to his hair, stroking gently, before lowering down to the side of his face.

"You've been through so much, my sweet boy," she said, her tone filled with affection—and something else that made his crippled ass twitch internally.

She shifted closer, her thigh touching his hand innocently, and the scent of her flooded his senses.

Zhang Fei's mind screamed, Move, you dumb fuck! Grab her!—but his body stayed a useless lump, leaving him trapped in his own horny dream.

Then, the system voice rang out, the robotic loli voice cutting through the tension.

"Notice: Host's vital signs elevated. Initiating mission progress check."

A glowing window popped up in front of him, and Zhang Fei's eyes flicked to it, praying she couldn't see the damn thing.

[Mission: First Step to Recovery]

[Objective: Get a hand job.]

[Progress: Target detected. Arousal detected. Next step—initiate contact.

[Reward: Your whole body will be healed.]

Zhang Fei nearly choked on his own spit—if he could've, would he have stayed still like a fucking statue?

Then again he read the window more carefully. Target? This fine-ass woman is my knight in shining armor?

He glanced back at her, her warm eyes locked on his, and a smirk tugged at his soul, even if his face couldn't show it.

She tilted her head in concern. "Are you alright, Zhang Fei? You seem… tense."

Her hand slid down to his chest, resting there, and holy shit, he felt it—the faintest spark of qi gathering where she touched him.

Wait, what the fuck? Is this cultivation or just me being a horny bastard?

"Mother will take care of you," she added, her voice dropping lower, and Zhang Fei's brain short-circuited. Mother?! No fucking' way. —

Before he could spiral further, her hand pressed stronger, and a shock shot through him. His fingers twitched—actually fucking twitched—and her eyes widened in shock.

"Zhang Fei! You moved!" She gasped, leaning in so close that her breath grazed his cheek, her twin mountains damn near spilling out. System, you glorious pervert, I'm in.

She pulled back slightly, adjusting her robe, but it only slipped further, exposing more of that creamy skin and the curve of her breasts.

"You're improving already," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Maybe… maybe you need more than just medicine."

Zhang Fei's soul damn near screamed, Yes, fuck yes, give me more!