The mortal world is the playground of the gods.
Yao Ji had lived for thousands of years and gone on countless missions, sleeping with countless men. She never imagined that this time, she would be the one seduced.
PS: This is just a silly bit of fluff, not a historical novel or a redemption story. Please forgive any inconsistencies in the details. Also, this belongs to the shameless, supernatural absurdity series. The values are warped, there are no limits, and the protagonist is a total scumbag. Reading it will do you no good: it's full of lewdness, so read with caution. If you came here by mistake, are under eighteen, have a strong aversion to anything impure, are asexual, or look down on this author, please click the X immediately...
I really mean it when I say the values are warped. I'm not kidding. If you read the story and then come back to scold me, I look down on you. →_→
As the saying goes:
A gentleman opening a book should not rush,
But set aside his preconceptions and savor it with care.
To offer one's pillow is lewd and wanton,
And to fall at first sight is recklessly ruinous.
The ways of the world are manifold; all have their reasons.
Who can judge who is right and who is wrong?
We worldly folk care for nothing,
So don't let those who mock men in love laugh at us.
