After Forcing the Chosen One to Become My Servant

Although Zong Yuan was an illegitimate son of a collateral branch of the Zong family, he was exceptionally talented. He entered the Golden Core stage at just twenty years old and was a peerless prodigy admired by everyone.

Unfortunately, during an expedition into a secret realm, Zong Yuan injured his foundations. Not only did his cultivation fall back to the early Foundation Establishment stage, it even showed signs of dropping to the Qi Refining stage.

The Zong family, which had once treated him with the utmost care, immediately changed its tune. They seized all the cultivation resources he had earned himself and even threw him out of the family.

The once-renowned prodigy had become a useless nobody whom anyone could trample.

Yan Yuexun was the only son of the Yan family and had been doted on since childhood. He could use all the resources his family had to offer.

Unfortunately, the young master was spoiled and couldn't bear the hardships of cultivation. Despite his countless resources, he had only just reached the early Foundation Establishment stage at nearly twenty.

When Zong Yuan became a good-for-nothing, Yan Yuexun was one of those who clapped and cheered.

After all, he had never suffered in his life. The only hardship he had ever endured was at Zong Yuan's hands.

Just thinking about that night made Yan Yuexun's waist and butt ache all over again.

He would make Zong Yuan pay for every bit of what he'd endured that night!

He would make Zong Yuan work like an ox and a horse for him, a lowly servant at his beck and call!

The young master Yan rubbed his hands together and took Zong Yuan home, intending to force him to become his personal servant.

Then he would humiliate and trample on him every single day!

Later...

The young master's slender waist trembled, the corners of his eyes reddened as he pushed him away. "Ngh, I can't. No more."

The tall man wrapped his arms around the young master possessively, then kissed his flushed ear several times with his hot lips. His voice was low and husky. "There, there. You don't like cultivating, do you? Wouldn't it be better if I helped you cultivate like this more often, so your cultivation could improve without any effort?"

Theme: Love.