After reviewing the information, Liu Ruoxi checked her personal panel again. She still had a few lingering questions.
Player: Liu Ruoxi
Profession: Bitch (Inactive)
Age: 36
Figure: Height 172 cm, bust 36E, waist 60 cm, hips 104 cm.
Human World Background: President of Yatilan Group, holding 51% shares, married, with one son and one daughter.
Bound Controller: Yang Haoran
Shame Value: 0
Points: 0
Game Mall (viewable).
Her eyes turned icy when they passed over the “Bitch” profession, but she said nothing more and continued scrolling down. She paused at “Bound Controller: Yang Haoran.”
“Controller? What does that mean?”
Seeing that her bound controller was her own son filled Liu Ruoxi with a growing sense of dread.
“The bound controller is the player’s mission target. All game tasks will be closely tied to the player’s controller.”
“Why is it Haoran?”
That uneasy premonition intensified for Liu Ruoxi. From what she had already learned about this twisted game, she knew the tasks wouldn’t be anything wholesome. Now that her son was involved, her heart tightened.
Barbarossa knew exactly why Yang Haoran was the controller, but game rules forbade it from revealing that to the player. So it made up an excuse. “Player Liu Ruoxi, he’s your son—that’s precisely why he’s your bound controller.”
At the end, Barbarossa revealed its true nature, adding with a playful lilt, “This is bound to be fun, isn’t it?”
Liu Ruoxi’s frown deepened at Barbarossa’s response. She sensed it wasn’t telling the full truth, but she couldn’t think of a more logical explanation. Besides, from her initial understanding of the game, this did fit its perverse style.
“What about the game tasks?”
For all the talking, Liu Ruoxi had only gleaned the game’s depravity from the profession details. She had yet to see the task panel.
“Game tasks are triggered by the player. No tasks available at present,” Barbarossa replied.
Hearing this, Liu Ruoxi’s emotions grew complicated. She both hoped to trigger a task quickly to earn the Dragon Extension Potion and cure Haoran, and prayed this wicked game would never assign one.
As Liu Ruoxi pondered in silence, a voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Ruoxi, is Haoran doing any better?”
Yang Wenfu frowned as he looked at his wife, who seemed lost in thought, and asked.
Liu Ruoxi snapped back to reality and saw the middle-aged man standing before her.
He wore a crisp white shirt, exuding a gentle and refined air with his scholarly features. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties—Yang Haoran’s father, Yang Wenfu.
Behind him trailed a delicate girl in school uniform.
The girl stood about 160 cm tall, her lustrous hair cascading like a waterfall. Her face radiated the pure, makeup-free freshness unique to students.
She had a flawless oval face, delicate arched brows, eyes that sparkled with allure, long lashes like crescent moons that fluttered gently, giving her an endearing vulnerability. Her large, limpid eyes were dark and profound. Beneath a dainty, perfectly shaped nose sat thin, rosy lips like ripe cherries, tempting and delectable.
Following the elegant curve of her snow-white swan-like neck downward, even the somewhat plain school uniform couldn’t hide her alluring figure. Her arms were like tender lotus roots, and her budding breasts had already blossomed, forming pert, upturned mounds like inverted bowls—easily a D-cup, a true case of baby face with giant assets compared to her peers.
Her slender waist was a mere handful, leading to full, rounded hips and beautifully sculpted, long legs that gleamed with a moonlit sheen.
She was Liu Ruoxi’s daughter, Yang Haoran’s twin sister, Yang Mengyao.
Having inherited her mother’s fine genes, she was already showing remarkable promise at a young age, with beauty that could topple cities and a poised, graceful bearing.
At Jade Forest High School, she was known as the school beauty.
“Haoran’s awake. The doctor says he’s recovering well.”
After a moment’s thought in response to her husband’s question, Liu Ruoxi decided to keep the truth from them both. She answered flatly.
Tensions between the couple remained unresolved, their exchanges as cold and distant as strangers.
Yang Wenfu regarded his aloof wife in silence for a moment but said no more.
He stepped past Liu Ruoxi to the door of his son’s room, turned the handle, and entered.
The girl behind him followed, glancing at her mother in the hallway. Seeing her weary expression tugged at her heart. She knew her mother was strict with words but cared more deeply for her and her brother than anyone.
“Haoran, feeling better?”
Yang Wenfu set the fruit basket on the table, leaned down, and gazed caringly at his son, whose face was still somewhat pale.
Lying in the hospital bed, Yang Haoran felt relieved after learning his “little brother” was unharmed. He joked lightly, “Dad, if you’d come any later, you might’ve missed your precious son altogether.”
“I came right after your mom called about the accident.” Yang Wenfu’s brows knitted tightly. “How’d you manage to hurt yourself down there? So careless.”
He couldn’t fathom it. Arms or legs, sure—but the groin?
Talking about it embarrassed Yang Haoran. How could he explain?
Grinning sheepishly, he fibbed, “It was an accident, Dad. I slipped off the bed while taking off my pants. And now, here your son lies.”
Yang Wenfu sighed helplessly at his son’s flippant words. “Just be more careful from now on. No more of this clumsy nonsense.”
“Got it, got it.” Yang Haoran nodded obediently like a good boy. Just then, a girl entered the room, and his eyes lit up. “Little Yaoyao, come to see your big bro?”
Yang Mengyao looked at her pale-faced brother on the bed. Though worried inside, seeing his usual goofy grin made her expression turn indifferent. She gave a soft “Mm,” echoing her mother Liu Ruoxi’s poise.
Though twins born together, the brother and sister were worlds apart.
From childhood, Yang Haoran had been a mischievous troublemaker, shirking studies with grades that barely scraped by. Yang Mengyao, on the other hand, was bright and well-behaved, topping her class as the ultimate “study god” since kindergarten.
Now in Grade 1 Class 5 at Jade Forest High School, one was class monitor and study committee head, the other a back-row slacker.
“Rest up here at the hospital. I’ve got notes from the teacher’s lessons. Catch up when you can.” After standing there a bit, Yang Mengyao bit her lip, hesitated, and finally spoke.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” With Dad present, Yang Haoran nodded along agreeably, though he always tossed her notes aside.
Seeing his perfunctory attitude, Yang Mengyao’s brows furrowed. She wanted to say more but held back in the end.
She had nagged him countless times before, tirelessly urging him to study, offering to tutor him. But one day, fed up, he had lashed out harshly. Since then, he remained the same—idling away, dozing in class—while she grew quieter around him, realizing her little-sister advice fell on deaf ears.
After chatting with his son a while and seeing his spirits steady, with only lingering weakness from the ordeal, Yang Wenfu left the hospital with his daughter—one off to work, the other to school.
Liu Ruoxi set aside company matters to stay at the hospital with her son, replacing IV bags when the anti-inflammatory drips ran out or preparing nutritious, easy-to-digest meals to feed him.
And so, seven days passed steadily.
……
Seven days later, Yang Haoran’s injury had mostly healed. It was time for discharge and home recovery.
In her office, Hao Lei sat across from Liu Ruoxi. As hospital director, she had her own private space.
“Ruoxi, Haoran’s wound is pretty much healed. Just some rest at home now.”
“After discharge…” Hao Lei paused, considering her patient’s status, but her duty as a doctor prevailed. “At home, try showing Haoran some adult videos to stimulate his penis. Ideally, get it to erect normally. If it can, stimulate every other day. If not, about half an hour daily.”
“In his condition, the main aftereffect is usually erectile dysfunction. During this time while he’s recovering at home, stimulate him as much as possible. It’ll help with his ongoing recovery—or even a full rehabilitation.”
Hearing her friend Hao Lei’s words, Liu Ruoxi was completely blindsided. She never imagined that Hao Lei had dragged her here all mysteriously just to talk about this.
She was about to say something…
A voice rang out in her mind. At the same time, a blue light screen materialized before her eyes.
“Ding! Task triggered. Newbie Task activated!”
“【Newbie Chain Task 01】
Player, give your affiliated Controller a handjob for five minutes. Task reward: 10 Points.
【Chain Task 02】
Let your affiliated Controller view the Player’s breasts for 15 seconds. Task reward: 20 Points.
【Chain Task 03】
Wear the game-provided Erotic Costume in front of the Controller for a continuous 30 seconds. Task reward: 30 Points.】
Special requirement: Player’s designated Controller detected with penile injury in the lower body. During the tasks, stimulate the Controller’s penis to achieve normal erection. Extra reward: 50 Points.”
