"I have to cuck the protagonist?"
[That is correct, Host! You must make him wear a green hat!]
A small smirk spread across Artem's face.
He stood on a small wooden bridge that arched gracefully over a tranquil pond, its surface rippling with flashes of orange and white as koi fish glided beneath.
The scent of cherry blossoms drifted through the air, petals scattering around him with each gust of wind.
"Meh, that's fine with me. As long as the heroines are pure."
Artem's long blonde hair fluttered behind him, catching the sunlight like threads of gold.
His robe, pristine white with intricate silver embroidery, shifted gently with the breeze.
He raised a small fan to his face, as his golden eyes glittered with mischief.
[Do not worry, Host. All the heroines are virgins and have never even held the hands of a man!]
"None of that yuri shit?" Artem raised an eyebrow, the fan snapping shut with a flick of his wrist.
[Of course, no yuri! All the heroines of these harem novels are 100% pure! No exceptions!]
"That's good. I'm not looking to deal with non-virgins unless they're milfs."
Artem glanced out over the pond, watching the fish swim in lazy patterns beneath the bridge.
"So, this is the first world I'm in…"
[Yes, the Host has taken on the role of a minor villain in this harem Chinese cultivation novel named "The Heaven Defying Turtle"]
A chuckle slipped from Artem's lips.
"The Heaven Defying Turtle? What kind of name is that?"
[An apt one, I assure you. Despite its ridiculous title, the protagonist is destined to become a force of nature. Your role, however, is to disrupt his path at every turn. Steal his opportunities. Claim his fated encounters. And, of course... his future women.]
Artem flicked open his fan once more.
"So," he began, "once I'm done in this world, I move on to the next one?"
[That is correct, Host. In your system windows, you will find all relevant information—your stats, status, abilities, and more. And rest assured, the heroines you take with you will not be left behind!]
A chuckle slipped past Artem's lips as he began his stride off the bridge.
"Good," he mused aloud, twirling the fan with practiced ease.
"I don't intend to leave my future women behind."
[Host, if you wish, you can call upon your system windows at any time to check your character's name, abilites, and more. Good luck in dealing with the protagonist of this Chinese cultivation world!]
With that, the voice of the system faded from Artem's mind.
He wasted no time.
He stopped in his tracks, planting his feet firmly.
"Status," Artem spoke.
Instantly, dozens of translucent windows materialized before him, flickering with ethereal light.
Rows of information scrolled into view, neatly categorized and annotated.
[Character name: Hei Long]
[Cultivation: Middle Stage, Martial Realm]
[Abilities: Dragon's Cock - Sweet Tongue - Lightning Fist]
[Heroines Love Meter: Hatred → Indifference → Friendship → Admiration → Love → Obsession]
[Fate For The Protagoaist: 10,000]
"Well... it seems I'm going by this name in this world," Hei Long murmured, his fingers brushing over the system windows before him.
He sighed, though not with disappointment—if anything, there was a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes.
'Not bad... not bad at all,' Hei Long mused.
To his surprise, his abilities seemed almost overpowered right from the start.
High cultivation, good abilites, and so on.
It almost felt too good to be true, but Hei Long wasn't about to complain.
If the system wanted him to dominate, who was he to refuse?
His eyes flickered to a different set of windows that shimmered into view—Plot Synopsis.
In crisp, ethereal script, the basic plot of the harem novel, "The Heaven-Defying Turtle", sprawled out before him.
He read with growing amusement, his eyes narrowing when he reached the part about his character.
Apparently, he—Hei Long, young master of the prestigious Long Family—was already engaged to one of the heroines.
The wedding was set, the preparations underway, but then... his eyes darkened as he read the rest.
The protagonist, a mere slave with some hidden bloodline, would crash the wedding, face-slap him in front of the guests, and "save" the heroine from his supposedly villainous grasp.
Hei Long blinked at the words, then snorted, a chuckle bubbling up before it broke into full-blown laughter.
"As if I'll let that happen," he sneered, closing the system window with a flick of his wrist.
The idea that some protagonist could waltz into his wedding, humiliate him, and steal what was his?
Absurd.
A slave, face-slapping a young master of the Hei Family?
The mere thought was hysterical to Hei Long.
"Well. It seems I must prepare for this wedding. And when that so-called protagonist arrives... I'll show him exactly how high the heavens really are."
After all, he wasn't about to lose to this protagonist—or any protagonist, in any world.
He was the villain—and this time, the villain wasn't just going to survive.
He was going to win.
.
.
.
The moonlight spilled through the window.
Hei Long stood near the doorway of his bedroom, as he froze at the sight of his mother seated on his bed.
Above her head, a window displayed her information:
[Name: Li Mei]
[Love Meter: Love]
[Cultivation: Upper Stage, Emperor Realm]
Li Mei had short blonde hair and slanted golden eyes. Her white silk robe clung to her body, accentuating her slender waist, full hips, and the graceful curves.
'Damn, she got big tits…' Hei Long thought to himself.
"…" Li Mei sat poised on the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing the embroidered phoenix patterns on the silk bedding, her expression a mix of maternal warmth and barely concealed worry.
"Um, Mother, what are you doing in my bedroom?" Hei Long's voice carried a practiced tone of surprise, though his mind was already calculating.
His eyes flickered with a hidden spark.
'I'm going to make her mine.'
Li Mei's gaze softened at his question.
"Little Long, must you always sound so formal with your own mother?" She patted the bed beside her, the motion sending a ripple through her flowing robes.
"Come, sit. Tomorrow is your wedding, and I… I'm worried about you."
Hei Long suppressed an internal smirk.
He had to play his cards right.
"Worried, Mother? About me?" Hei Long stepped closer, lowering himself onto the bed with deliberate slowness, letting his shoulders slump as if burdened by an unseen weight.
"I'm fine, truly. Just… perhaps a little anxious."
Li Mei's eyes narrowed, her maternal instincts flaring like a phoenix sensing danger.
"Anxious?" She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"Speak plainly, son. Is it about that girl? Has she done something to upset you? If she dares to slight my Little Long, I'll have her kneeling before you!"
Li Mei's voice turned icy, a flicker of killing intent escaping her control, causing the entire room to tremble faintly.
"…" Hei Long shook his head, his expression a masterful blend of vulnerability and hesitation.
"No, Mother, it's not about her. She's… fine. It's not her."
He paused, letting the silence stretch, knowing it would draw his mother in.
Hei Long lowered his gaze to the floor, his voice barely above a murmur.
"It's something else. Something… personal."
"…" Li Mei's brow furrowed, her golden eyes searching her son's face face for answers.
She reached out, her slender hand resting gently on his arm, her touch warm.
"Personal? Little Long, you know you can tell me anything. There's nothing you could say that would shock me."
Hei Long took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for a confession.
He raised his head, meeting her gaze directly, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch.
"Mother, I'm… I'm not experienced enough," he said, his voice low and deliberate.
"Tomorrow is my wedding night, and I… I fear I won't be able to satisfy her. I need guidance, someone to… teach me, to prepare me for what's to come."
Hei Long was full of shit.
He could easily satsify any female.
The words hung in the air like a thunderclap.
Li Mei's mouth parted slightly, her golden eyes widening as she processed her son's words.
For a moment, she was silent, her expression unreadable.
Then, to Hei Long's surprise, she let out a soft, almost relieved laugh, her hand withdrawing to cover her mouth.
"Oh, my sweet boy, is that all?" Li Mei shook her head, her smile warm but tinged with amusement.
"You had me worried for nothing. This is a simple matter. I'll summon one of the maids—someone pure, untouched, to ensure you remain untainted before your wedding. I'll handle it discreetly, don't you worry."
Li Mei rose from the bed, but before she could take a step—
Hei Long's hand shot out, gently but firmly grasping her wrist.
The sudden contact sent a jolt through Li Mei, and she turned, her eyes meeting his with a mix of surprise and curiosity.
"Little Long?" she asked, her voice soft, uncertain.
Hei Long's grip tightened just enough to convey his intent, his expression shifting from vulnerability to something bolder, more dangerous.
"No, Mother," he said, his voice steady.
"I don't want a maid. I want you to help me practice."
"…" Li Mei's breath caught in her throat, her golden eyes searching her son's face for any sign of jest.
In that moment, Hei Long thought of a silent apology:
'Forgive me, Father, but this opportunity is too perfect to let slip.'