Ling Hanrui, curled up tensely, was both thrilled and shaken as she savored the madness of what just happened.
Though she'd acted boldly, wildly, even crazily, the rush had passed, leaving her with a mix of fear and regret. She even felt a pang of remorse.
She couldn't fathom what had come over her, how she'd done something so depraved and shameless.
Cheating with her best friend's husband was already shameful enough, but to then join Wen Wan and Li Bin in that frenzied fucking was beyond comprehension.
Such depravity made Ling Hanrui burn with shame. Now, she could only hide behind the pretense of drunken ignorance to avoid facing her best friend Wen Wan.
Same bed, different dreams.
Both women feared the other, ashamed of what they'd done.
Yet both relished the thrill, craving that strange pleasure.
Guilt, shame, remorse, longing, insatiable desire, thrill, fear, tension.
A tangle of conflicting emotions swirled between them, trapping both in silent turmoil.
Women are emotional creatures—capable of reckless abandon in the heat of the moment, only to be consumed by regret, shame, and guilt once the madness fades.
In the quiet darkness, sated by their release, exhaustion overtook them, and they gradually slipped into sleep.
In the living room, back on the couch, Li Bin relished the exhilarating threesome, replaying Ling Hanrui's gorgeous cunt and her slutty demeanor, and Wen Wan's shy yet silent moans. His heart raced with excitement.
Sighing in satisfaction, he reopened the system's selection interface.
Successfully conquering Ling Hanrui had earned him three reward options.
Now, it was time to claim his prize!
[Please select your reward for this mission:
Reward: 1 million RMB in wealth
Reward: Medical expertise
Reward: Feminist martial arts expertise]
Perhaps because Ling Hanrui was a nurse, medical expertise was an option.
As for feminist martial arts expertise—what the hell was that?
"System, what level of skill does the medical expertise provide?" Li Bin asked in his mind.
[Medical expertise will grant you the same level of medical skill as Ling Hanrui's husband, mastering basic medical knowledge, sufficient to become an ordinary doctor.]
Li Bin nodded, feeling this expertise was useless to him for now.
He wasn't going to become a doctor, was he?
In China, medical skill alone didn't make you a doctor. Without a medical degree, it was impossible.
Unless it was some extraordinary skill, medical expertise didn't seem as practical as 1 million RMB.
As for feminist martial arts expertise… "System, what's this feminist martial arts thing?" Li Bin asked curiously.
[Feminist martial arts expertise isn't a ghost. It grants mastery of the core ideology of Chinese feminist activism, allowing you to understand and conquer women influenced by feminist rhetoric with ease.]
Uh… Li Bin coughed awkwardly. Feminist martial arts expertise seemed utterly useless. He'd rather figure that out on his own.
"Then I'll pick option 1, the 1 million RMB," Li Bin decided, choosing the allure of cash. Money wasn't everything, but without it, you were screwed. Nothing was more solid than cold, hard cash.
[You have selected the 1 million RMB reward. The reward has been sent to your Alipay account. Please check it.]
"Ding!～～Alipay received: 1 million RMB～～"
A crisp coin sound rang out—1 million RMB had arrived!
Li Bin excitedly opened his Alipay account, checking the balance. Counting the digits—ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands…
Over 2.8 million RMB!
Thrilling! Too damn thrilling!
In just a few days, he'd earned 1 million from training his wife, another 1 million from a WeChat hookup, and now 1 million from screwing his wife's best friend.
This money was coming in so fast, Li Bin felt like he was floating!
With no urge to sleep, he opened Wanbiao, a watch site he used to browse, and started looking at luxury watches.
The watch on his wrist was a knockoff Blancpain 6654 business model, its snake-shaped hands and cheeky sun logo his obsession.
He'd fallen for it after reading watch enthusiasts rave on Wanbiao, but the real one cost over 90,000 RMB—more than he could afford back then.
To satisfy his craving, he'd bought a replica from a master forger. Even that fake had hurt his wallet.