Yan Zhen silently summoned the system interface and reviewed the script once more. He confirmed that he and the fair, rich beauty big sister hadn’t engaged in body fusion dual cultivation. Instead, much like Yang Guo and Little Dragon Girl, they had stripped bare and soaked in the medicine pool, pressing their palms together face-to-face in a simulated dual cultivation to complete the treatment.
—But that’s not how the plot goes, right? Good Big Sister, there’s something wrong with your dream!
He nearly blurted out that they could perform the treatment without body fusion dual cultivation, but right now, he wasn’t supposed to know the specifics of Ji Ya’s condition yet. He would have to hold off.
“Chief Manager, aren’t you the type with a special physique that can’t casually dual cultivate with others? How can you trust me enough to do this? Aren’t you afraid I might be deliberately scheming against you?”
“Don’t call me Chief Manager. Call me Ji Ya Sister or Ya Sister. Good Big Sister works too, or else this sister won’t pay you any mind~”
Uh.
“Ji Ya. Ji Ya Sister.”
“Mm, this sister trusts her own judgment and won’t be wrong about you. Besides, Little Brother Yan Zhen’s cultivation is far below mine. If you truly harbored ill intentions, this sister could even have the clan’s powerhouses seize control of your mind to complete the treatment. So there’s nothing to worry about.”
—That’s not what you said in the script. You were all suspicious even about non-fusion dual cultivation, full of doubts, prying this and that, confirming over and over before finally starting.
Yan Zhen grumbled inwardly. Compared to this so-called “precognitive dream,” he trusted the script from System-chan far more.
After all, Good Big Sister’s level was too low—just a Mystic Master, and one who’d pill-popped her way up at that. Her precognitive dreams weren’t necessarily reliable.
Yet from the look of her, she’d already grown quite familiar with him through multiple precognitive dreams.
No wonder she’d called him “Little Brother Yan Zhen” right off the bat, sat on the same chair with him, and even listed him as a supreme VIP at the Golden Jade Chamber of Commerce early on, letting him take whatever he wanted.
Part of it was repaying a debt of gratitude, but there was also a hint of trying to win his favor.
In short, Good Big Sister figured that since they’d be dual cultivating for the treatment anyway, she might as well build up some affection first. After the dual cultivation, they’d naturally tie the knot—best of both worlds.
Sure, Yan Zhen was only a little Mystic Practitioner right now, and his status as Martial Tang City’s young city lord couldn’t compare to the Golden Jade Chamber of Commerce’s chief manager. But his potential was enormous. With full support and nurturing, he’d naturally be a match for Ji Ya.
The problem was, the plot didn’t actually unfold that way. Yan Zhen had a method to treat Good Big Sister without body fusion dual cultivation.
He had to correct her and get the plot back on track, or this act would fall apart.
“Don’t you believe this sister’s words, Little Brother Yan Zhen?”
“It’s too sudden. How am I supposed to believe it?”
“This sister understands how you feel, so I’ve made some preparations in advance to prove whether the precognitive dream is real or fake.”
“You mean proof?”
Ji Ya placed a delicate hand over her chest, gesturing for Yan Zhen to look at her.
“Hasn’t Little Brother Yan Zhen noticed? This outfit of this sister’s is completely different from ordinary dresses, isn’t it?”
Yan Zhen blinked.
“I don’t pay much attention to women’s clothing.”
“You’re lying. You should know—this is a qipao. Isn’t that what Sister said?”
“Uh, yes.”
“Compared to regular dresses, a qipao is more fitted and elegant. It highlights a woman’s curves beautifully, and it’s convenient to wear and move in—plus this.”
As she spoke, Ji Ya lifted the hem of her qipao, fully revealing that long, slender black-stockinged leg. She then took Yan Zhen’s hand and placed it there, her red lips parting with enticing words.
“Feel it. What is this?”
“Your thigh.”
“These are called silk stockings, right?”
“…”
“Not only do they look great, but they keep you warm too. They pair perfectly with high-cut qipaos and skirts that don’t reach the knee. What do you think of the feel?”
“Amazing. So soft and slick.”
“I’m glad you like it. And these—they’re called high heels. This sister didn’t get it wrong, did she?” Ji Ya playfully wiggled her dainty foot. “All these things were made according to Little Brother Yan Zhen’s designs from the precognitive dream. Since they match up perfectly, the precognitive dream must be real too.”
Come to think of it, Yan Zhen recalled that after they became sworn siblings, he’d felt guilty for taking so many benefits from Good Big Sister. To make up for it, he’d designed some popular women’s clothing from Earth, assuring her she’d look stunning in them.
Sure enough, Ji Ya had produced all of them: qipaos, silk stockings, high heels, bras, thongs, three-point bikinis, and more. She’d even boldly tried them on for him one by one, nearly breaking the iron will of what was supposed to be an emotionless, ascetic upgrading machine.
Afterward, Ji Ya mass-produced the outfits as Mystic artifacts with special effects. They sold like hotcakes, and she shared a full thirty percent of the profits with Yan Zhen, the freeloader who’d done nothing but sketch ideas.
“Um, in the precognitive dream, when exactly did I tell you about these things, Chi—Ji Ya Sister?”
Yan Zhen felt he needed to confirm the timeline.
“Well…” Ji Ya hesitated for a moment, then blushed as she said, “Mostly during our intimate moments~”
Uh. Yan Zhen’s face turned beet red. He sneaked a glance at the twin bodyguards nearby and saw they remained utterly expressionless.
They were half-puppets and dead soldiers, after all. That was why Good Big Sister felt safe being so intimate with him in their presence.
Still, without the intimate moments to cross-reference, he had no timeline to check. After all, he absolutely wouldn’t do that in the script.
Ji Ya suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered.
“This sister is wearing a ‘bra’ underneath right now. Does Little Brother Yan Zhen still not believe? Then this sister will share some things only you yourself would know, to further prove the precognitive dream~”
“What else?”
“For example, Little Brother Yan Zhen is actually a transmigrator who reincarnated into the Yan Family of Martial Tang City, becoming who you are now.”
Holy crap!
Yan Zhen nearly broke out in cold sweat. His transmigration and system were his biggest secrets—having them exposed like this was downright terrifying.
But in the script’s late stages, he did vaguely hint to those close to him that he wasn’t from this world.
“H-How do you know that?”
Ji Ya smiled shyly.
“It was in the precognitive dream. After we finished making love, Little Brother Yan Zhen told this sister yourself.”
—Making love again… Post-climax haze makes people chatty, huh? My bad!
“Does this sister need to keep proving it, Little Brother Yan Zhen?”
“Better to get it all out at once.”
“Then this sister will share some of Little Brother Yan Zhen’s private matters.”
Ji Ya bit her lip and leaned in closer.
“Little Brother Yan Zhen’s thing has a dragon mark on it that heats up when you’re excited—really stimulating. Your most sensitive spot is actually your ears; a gentle nibble and you’re done for. During lovemaking, you like this sister on top, rocking while feeding you her breasts like a big baby. And you love… backdoor play too…”
—Whoa! Stop! I’m not a pervert! I’m not!
Yan Zhen flushed hot all over.
Because she’d nailed every detail.
After acquiring the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame, his weapon would be strengthened. Second Master’s crescent moon blade would gain the dragon mark and reach its complete form: the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade!
His weakness was indeed his ears. Last time Mentor Yu Xuan treated his wound, it had left him dazed.
As for positions… He wasn’t an expert, but thinking back on his practice sessions with Beautiful Master and the cousin sisters, they were mostly face-to-face for full sensory immersion.
The last one… he hadn’t tried it, but hearing about it did make him a bit curious.
—Damn, the precognitive dream is spot-on, while the script keeps missing the mark. Could Good Big Sister’s precognitive dream be the real one, and the script the fake?
