Chapter 3: Calm Before The Arrival Of Rodbearer!

"...Damn... that was..." Long Tian smirked, feeling his libido surge from that small interaction. He had always been the introverted type, barely speaking to women unless absolutely forced.

And now that he'd had his first real interaction with a woman—let alone a so-called jade beauty—it felt surreal.

"But seriously... that was really soft," he muttered, clenching his hand, the warmth still lingering in his palm.

"Oh, and System, what's that 10 points of Lust and that 1 DSP I got? Explain."

[DSP, also known as Duality System Points, are the currency of the system. They can be used to purchase various items, including cultivation manuals, techniques, and even direct realm breakthroughs, as long as the required points are met.]

"Oh damn, that already makes me 90% overpowered. Just missing the hundreds of thousands of points that make up the other 10%, and I'd be a god already," he joked, letting out a small chuckle as the system panel shifted to explain the other stat.

[Lust Points are a type of meter that tracks a target's growing need for sexual release in real time. The higher it rises, the more likely they are to stop resisting and agree to 'dual cultivate' with you.]

"Oh, kind of expected from the name, but okay. Show me my status," Long Tian shrugged.

[Host: Long Tian (???)]

[Age: 16 (22 , ???)]

[Cultivation: None]

[Status: Alive]

[Lust: 70/100]

[Skills: None]

[DSP: 1]

[Talent: Blocked]

[Shop: Locked]

[System Remark: …]

"Fuck, as expected from that trash... other than his Lust being higher, there's NOTHING," he grumbled, anger welling up inside him at his predecessor, who did nothing but sleep around. Even the ones he had were just prostitutes... none were people he actually seduced.

"At least the talent being blocked gives me a bit of hope. Otherwise, I would've just committed suicide. There's no point in even trying, bruh," he hissed, his tone dismissive with a simmering anger underneath.

He was genuinely frustrated with the sorry state of his predecessor. Even the typical trash bodies those transmigrators get in webnovels come with at least a hint of cultivation, maybe the first stage or some mysterious constitution. The body he inherited, though, had absolutely zero talent and zero cultivation.

"Sigh... I better complete this mission fast or I can't really see a future for myself in this world." Saying that, he walked out of his room—a room so luxurious it could've belonged to a young emperor, yet utterly wasted on a man with no achievements.

The walls were lined with golden latticework and detailed paintings of mythical beasts. Jade and crimson lanterns hung from the ornate wooden beams, casting soft light onto polished stone floors. Silk curtains framed the room, fluttering lightly with the breeze passing through wide-open balcony doors. Nearly everything—from the carved furniture to the rugs underfoot—reeked of wealth. Expensive incense burned in the corner, releasing a fragrance meant to calm the mind, though it barely touched the storm inside his own.

On his way out, he bumped into a few more maids, butlers, and workers... all of whom bowed politely while failing to hide the contempt in their eyes.

Even though he wasn't some psychologist or spiritual empath, the disgust in their expressions was practically tangible. At some point, they didn't even bother hiding it anymore.

"Tsk..." He clicked his tongue in annoyance. Not only was he lost in this overly massive house and failing to locate the maid who now carried the weight of his future, he also had to endure the malice of people who didn't even try to mask their disdain.

"If only I had some power, I'd retaliate against these bastards throwing looks at me like I'm beneath their shoes... alas, I do—"

Just before he could finish his sentence, he was cut off by the feeling of two massive, warm orbs pressing into his face. A pair of arms wrapped around him tightly, hugging him deep into the softness.

"Oh my, poor, precious little Tian'er... look at you, walking around all alone with that confused little face." Hearing the sweet, loud tone alongside the big hug—and I mean, BIG hug—Long Tian sweated bullets.

From the way she talked and how she addressed him, it was clear—she was the mother from his predecessor's memories.

She was the kind of overprotective, possessive mother who doted on him like he was some kind of porcelain doll.

And the only reason he had lived peacefully in this rich estate with no bullying or prejudice was also her.

If not for her shielding him from everyone, Long Tian would've been tossed out like garbage the moment people found out he had zero cultivation talent, no manners, and didn't give a single shit about the reputation their family had built over thousands of years.

"Did those nasty little shits bully you without my knowledge?" she asked, her melons squishing into his back, making him sweat again—not just from the fear of her finding out he wasn't her real son, but because he was on the verge of getting hard again.

He wasn't really the type to get aroused by "Alabama" shit, but in this situation, he was just a regular guy who'd possessed the body of a dude with a possessive MILF. Who the hell could keep their cool in this kind of setup? If anyone can, they're not a man—they're a goddamn nun.

"Hm? What happened? Did they really bully you? Are you hurt anywhere?" she asked, her aura shifting. The warm, flowery glow from before turned sharp and dark as she scanned him for injuries.

Long Tian stiffened, his breath turning ragged.

Fuck, this is bad... I'll seriously die if I keep quiet and let her figure out her real son is already dead.

I need to answer. I need to bullshit my way through this... He broke into a nervous sweat. Taking a shaky breath, he forced a smile and turned around with the most angelic expression he could fake.

"Haha... no, no... I'm totally fine, Mother. How could anyone bully me? I'm just... lost in thought, that's all," Long Tian finally replied, squeezing out every bit of introverted awkwardness in his soul just to sell the act.

Hearing the nervousness in his voice made her eyes widen slightly. He had never acted like that before. Even when he was bullied, he never showed it—always putting on a strong, rude front even when he was trembling inside. Her grip on his shoulder tightened.

"Tian'er... are you hiding something from me? You know, if you're being bullied or threatened by someone, you can tell Mom. I'll protect you. Always..." she said, pulling him back into another hug. This time, his face was buried straight into her chest, her melons soft enough to almost suffocate him on the spot.

Trapped in her breasts, his thoughts spiraled out of control. He had no idea what to do. He tried to think, but as his mind went blank, he caught the scent of her fragrance—sweet, calming, way too intoxicating for someone in his current situation.

Just as he felt himself fading into this twisted comfort, her voice came again.

"Have you calmed down yet?" she asked softly, her breathing calm and steady.

"Can you tell me what happened? Even if someone just looked at you wrong, I'll personally gouge their eyes out. No—gouge out their whole bloodline's eyes."

Her words made his back drenched in sweat.

Fuck, fuck, fuck... how the hell did I end up in this cursed-ass situation?

If I say the wrong thing and she finds out I'm not her son, I'm dead. If I don't say anything, she'll start doubting me anyway and might still figure it out.

I'm SO FUCKING DEAD, he screamed internally.