Enough! I’m Showing Already, and This Mad Dog Still Dares to Cross the Line

[The little princess who failed to get pregnant and leave, and instead got thoroughly ravished] [A blackened mad dog who turns sweet again whenever he sleeps with big sister]

[Dark and lustful] [Control + possession] [Happy ending] [Both are each other’s only one] [Overindulgent pampering + endless push and pull]

Jiang Mi transmigrated into the body of a dissolute princess of the Great Yin Dynasty.

She kept male lovers, toyed with hostage princes, and had a long record of misdeeds.

The book’s biggest villain was the new lover she’d just acquired.

The System told her that if she raised the villain’s corruption score to one hundred, she’d receive a once-in-ten-thousand-years chance to have a child.

So Shan Yu fell out of favor.

Jiang Mi made him hand-wash all the clothes in the estate, eat leftovers, bathe in cold water, and endure the Dragon-Scorching Whip until his skin split and bled.

Shan Yu knelt at her feet. “Didn’t you eat, Princess? Hit me harder...”

Their every interaction was charged with teasing and tension.

After two years, his corruption score had gone down instead of up. The System was frantic, but Jiang Mi said, “It’s fine. Once he’s devoted to me, once he’s in too deep, once his emotions have torn his heart to shreds, his corruption score will rise...”

Over the years, his score rose and fell, and Jiang Mi kept him firmly under her thumb, training him like a dog.

There are two kinds of dogs.

For the first four years, Shan Yu was a loyal dog who occasionally rebelled but usually obeyed.

Then, one day, a marriage proposal came along, and the mad dog refused to let Jiang Mi go...

The young man seized her, his expression wicked. “You kept me all this time, then decided you didn’t want me. You really did think of me as a dog, didn’t you, Sister? Hmm?”

“You pushed my corruption score this high. You’re not going to take responsibility?”

He stole a kiss from her while she slept and murmured with sickly delight, “Good thing you’ve never had to lift a finger for yourself, Sister. Otherwise, it would’ve been hard to slip you something...”