The Rogue Who Coveted His Master (Non-explicit Adapted Edition) - A. Introduction
I was the shameless rogue in a cultivation novel, forever coveting other people’s masters.
The one man I never dared touch was my own master, that pure, unattainable beauty.
For a very simple reason: he really would beat me within an inch of my life.
Clutching my backside after yet another thrashing, I didn’t even dare let my eyes wander.
Then the system gave me a mission: force him to submit.
Excuse me?
I was a nobody at the Golden Core stage. It wanted me to overpower the most beautiful, most unapproachable man in all three realms—and the strongest?
System, if you wanted me dead, you could have just said so!
To avoid being electrocuted out of existence, I crept into Master’s chambers late at night, tearfully nursing my sore backside. There he was, reclining languidly on his couch, long hair loose and an outer robe draped over him.
“Wayward disciple. What sort of beating would you like today?”
I shut my eyes and trembled as I kissed him.
Instead of striking me, he caught me around the waist.
The tips of Immortal Venerable Ji Qing’s ears turned pink. He gave a low, husky laugh.
“…Now that is something I never taught you.”
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