Ren is an orphan who is trying to survive on his own in the city. He finally decides to try and join the Adventurer's guild to earn a bit more money but almost loses his life in the first quest. A mysterious person saves him, only to leave him to die at the city gates!

Fair warning, this is a story about a guy who is surrounded by women who are taller and stronger than him. If you are looking for a story where the male lead takes charge and protects the women, this might not be the story for you.

This is about a boy who gains power from everything he reads. He also has some other issues to deal with, like the chaos, but he is also part of the chaos. His abilities and powers will continue to grow and manifest, but which side will he stand on?

P.S. I am just in 8th grade so don't judge too much, but leave some suggestions or reviews so I can continue to grow as a writer and make the story better.

Charles didn't know what role he played in this long delivery of a single pouch, the woman put her hands in her purse and took out the pouch from it, she then took out a note and a pen and wrote something on the note.
She put the note inside the pouch and did nothing, Charles also sat on his place.
Soon the next stop came and the woman gets up from her seat and walked towards Charles and gave him the pouch.
Charles seems to be startled, he didn't expect the woman to give to the pouch to him.
'Do they don't want to negotiate?'
He wondered, he took the pouch and the woman left.
Charles looked at the pouch in his hand and noticed something, he quickly opened it to find only a note inside.
He took the note out and read what is written inside.
[I have received your gift, we will talk when I feel like it, tell then you can enjoy your time in Freyton, that woman who gave you this pouch can be your partner if you want]
That's all it was written on the note, Charles's eyes went wide as he read this, after a few moments he burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha, I got played by humans, when did the pouch change, I didn't even notice"
Charles said and got out of the train, he saw the woman waiting for him outside, he smiled and walked towards her and extended his arm, the woman grabbed his hand and leaned on to him.
"Miss I hope I have a great time in Freyton"
Charles said.
"Don't worry mister, I will give you the whole tour of our beautiful Freyton city"
The woman said and they walked away.
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Half an hour earlier, inside the hideout.
Jason and Derry are watching Charles following their sleeper cells around.
Suddenly one of his men walks in with a pouch in his hand.
"Boss a garbage truck came and gave this pouch, he said that it was instructed to him to be delivered here"
He said.
"Bring it here"
Jason said and extended his hand.
His minion gave the pouch to Jason, Jason opened it and found a mana stone and a piece of note inside.
He takes out the mana stone and holds it in his hand, the mana stone crumbles but he could feel the energy that it held go into his body, only the purest energy is absorbed and the remaining is thrown out of his body.
Jason could feel a very slight increase in his power, it's not very significant so he didn't bother with it, he took out the note and it read.
[Why don't we have a meeting, a 1000 mana stones as a gift, and if things go well we can negotiate further]
Jason smiles as he reads this.
"Derry, free the pour soul he has been following they for quite a while now, and tell one of the cells to write down a message from me to him"
Julian told the message to Derry.
"Ok, where are you going?"
"I am bored, I need a rest"
Jason says and walks away.
Derry makes some quick call and soon he watches the screen, a man walks to the woman and says something to her ears, she smiles at the old man, she takes out a note and a paper, writes something and puts it inside the empty pouch.
After the next station comes the woman passes the pouch to Charles, after he reads it he burst into laughter and walks away with the beautiful woman alongside him.
This all is being watched by Derry, he sighed and turns off the computer.
"I will be going as well, I need to get laid, living inside here for two days is not good"
Derry says and walks out as well.
All of Jason's men do the same, the main server is shut down and everyone goes home to meet their family, friends, lover, mistress, etc.
Jason arrives at his home, he opens the door and notices that Vanessa is in here.
"Well I needed it"
He says and walked into the bedroom to find, Vanessa has cuffed both of her legs and one hand to the bed, wearing a strap-like dress that is only covering her vagina.
"Baby I have been waiting for you"
She says and beckons Jason.
Jason smirks and undresses and joins Vanessa in the bed.
The whole night is just like any other night, Vanessa screams and moans in pleasure as she shouts Jason's name and cums several times.
To Jason's surprise, it was not over as he hears a doorbell, he walks out and opens it to find two more women outside looking at him with lust-filled eyes.
"I was the one who called them, let's have more fun"
Vanessa's voice came from the bedroom.
Jason smiled and looked at the two women.
"Ladies"
He gestured them to walk inside, soon the house was filled with three women screaming and moaning out of their lungs, Jason is satisfied.
So is Derry who found his own date and even Charles as he spent his whole night with the beautiful lady by his side, on the bed.
Since he is always serving Anuka he doesn't get much time for himself, so this visit to Freyton was not that bad for him as well.

A Gangster with a twisted mindset finds out that the world he lives in is not what he expected it to be.
Supernatural beings, magic, he gets involved with all these, how will he thrive in this world which becomes completely foreign to him, maybe the answer is to turn into something that is truly foreign to the world itself.



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A/N - My first original, hope you guys support it.
P.S. the cover art is not mine, I took it from google, I just did some changes to it, credit goes to whoever made it.

Will be deleting this chapter soon
Anyhow! I got the response from WN and the problem comes from the symbols of the synopsis. ○● are a no go for the intro.

I would also like to inform you that I would be keeping this novel in its state of having no Power Stones. I am hoping to seclude this to the most minimal number of readers until I reach chapter 100. If you don't like the secret novel situation, you are welcome to leave.

To be safe, keep in mind that I have adjusted the characters' age again to 18.

Also, I am having a hard time making epic plots of worldly levels and would just stick to plain and boring conquest of women. If you are the ones who like planned novels, sorry to tell you but this would be an open-format novel with free choices for the progression of the story.

I just hope that we can keep this novel between us because having a lot of readers can be a bit toxic. Their harsh words dampen my mood that I always feel incompetent in continuing to write this.

So, this blocked format would only make this novel accessible to all of you who have added this to your collections. If you have not, then you can connect to the accounts of those who have written chapter and paragraph comments.

Aster shall conquer the hottest women and naughty situations such as MILF, NTR, and all the other smut are expected to happen. I'm also going to up the anty on fight scenes.

Anyways, happy reads. Don't diss WN for this because it is my free choice to continue the block. They could easily unblock this but again, it is within my free choice to do so.

The idea of writing to a minimal number of readers would be a great situation for me.

A nameless and disowned youth is sent out to fend for himself. Not known to his family is the secret that hid within him.

By his 18th birthday, the Lust Exchange System awakens from its long slumber. It assists him in his conquest to the peak and his life surrounded by beauties.

Heavily and strictly 18+. Don't proceed if you do not like these sorts of stuff.
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Just a heads up, this novel is basically a mix of ideas and inspired from all the R-18 Novels that I've read this summer of 2020 (AST, TLS, TSSS, PPod, LK, ir, TPEC, HPSS, EaWwaS).
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"Great work." Gary pats Siv's shoulder as they both walk away from the training hall toward the tree they usually sit under after training. Veda has already brought out some snacks like she has been doing for the past week or so. 
"Are we going to speak now?" Siv asks impatiently.
"Speak?"
"Don't play with me, Gary. You said you would answer my questions after training." He is silent for a moment.
"Aright, princess, ask away."
"Why did you hide the fact that you are a duke from me?"
"I did not hide anything, love, I just didn't share it with you."
"What is the difference?"
"If you hadn't noticed, I don't really volunteer information about myself. Had you asked me, I would have answered you." Siv studies his nonchalant attitude.
'He has a point, I guess.'
"Well, would you like to share with me now?" 
"You already know the short version." Gary laughs, but not a happy laugh. A laugh that is full of other emotions that Siv can't understand. 
"You mean, you being a disgrace to your family and fooling around with the baroness?" 
"Yes."
"What about the longer version?" 
Siv does not break eye contact with him. Her way to show him that he can trust her and share things about himself, maybe things that have been weighing on him for a while. For some reason, she wants to lighten that load on him. Gary seems like a complicated person, so she is trying not to be pushy as much as she can. There is a long silence before Gary lies on his back and stares at the passing clouds.
"My mother was a maid at the duke's estate. One night, in his quest for a son, he raped her." Gary's expression hardens. "As he had done to many before and probably after her. He was a monster." Gary goes silent again. "I loathe nobility, they all think they are entitled to whatever they want." He turns to Siv. "You are the exception though, princess."
"Am I?" Siv smiles at him.
"Most certainly." He smiles back at her. 
"Where is your mother, now?" Siv regrets her question as soon she asks. Gary's expression turns grim again.
'How stupid are you?' 
"I-" Siv starts to apologize, but Gary seems to not hear her.
"She hung herself a few days after I was born. The duke took me away as soon as labor was over, and she was to be sent away and never see me again."
'Damn it. Oh for God's sake, you need to control this mouth, woman'
"I think it was for the best." He continues. "She would have been mistreated all her life. I have seen how he treated the duchess, who is from nobility too, and his own daughters. It was for the best." He repeats, more to himself than to Siv.
'This world really needs some strong women. What the hell?'
"He died in a carriage accident, but everyone seems to believe that I killed him for some reason." 
"That is crazy."
"To be honest, I wish I had killed him. At least I would have avenged my mother and every woman that monster had ever met." 
"So you must have about what... fifty sisters or so?" Gary lets out a loud full-hearted laugh.
"That is quite possible." He says between laughs.
"So, how did you and Brandt come to be friends?" Gary turns to lie on his stomach to look at her.
"The duke is the king's cousin."
"Wait, what? You are cousins?"
"Sure." 
"Your grandpa was a prince?" 
"I guess."
"Why are you a thug?" Gary chuckles.
"That is a story for another time, princess. We have company." Siv turns to see Lord Benson approaching.
"Your Grace, Lady Holmen." He bows. "My apologies to interrupt but His Highness is asking for you, Your Grace." Gary pushes to his feet.
"Alright, please lead the way, Shelby." Gary bows to Siv. "I will see you tomorrow for training then."
"See you tomorrow, Your Grace." Siv teases.
"Please, don't call me that." Gary says as he starts walking away.
"Of course, Duke."
"Oh you." Siv Giggles and waves goodbye at him.
"So what is it, Shelby? What have I done this time?" Gary asks while following Lord Benson closely.
"I am sure His Highness will tell you, Your Grace." 
"Alright, you never let a word slip. I was just trying my luck today."
Gary enters Brandt's study and finds him sitting at his desk reading the newspaper. He walks toward him and takes the chair opposite of him. 
"Good morning, Your Highness." Brandt glares at him.
"It was good before I heard your name." Gary raises an eyebrow.
"Why so hostile, my friend?" Brandt throws the newspaper at him. 
"Would you like to read about your latest conquest?" 
"What are you-"
"Read the bloody paper." The prince roars.
"Shock at the Vying Ball." Gary immediately understands what is going on. "Last night at the palace's ballroom, all the guests were surprised when the Duke of Navic finally decided to grace us with his presence. What is even more captivating is his interest in one of the Rouvas… This is silly."
"Continue."
Gary Sighs.
"Rouva Siv Holmen, the former fiancee of His Highness and primary candidate to the position of Crown Princess. Although, after the duke is done with her, there might not be any position left for her." Gary grins at the crass innuendo.
"Are you smiling, Gary?"
"Nobody reads this shite." Gary throws the paper on the desk.
"Everybody reads this shite." Brandt slams his hand. "You think ruining Siv's reputation is funny?"
"Of course not."
"Then why are you still courting her?"
"Are you confusing courting with training again?"
"Gary."
"Why aren't you the one training her, or courting her for that matter?" Gary pushes to his feet, annoyed. "You are all talk, Brandt. If you care for her, then do something about it." Gary leans on the desk, looking down at his cousin. "Or I will."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means exactly what it means. Maybe I will start courting Siv, using the correct meaning of the word this time." Gary pushes off the desk and strides toward the door.
"Gary." Brandt calls, but the duke does not turn. He walks right out of the study. "Gary!"

What is worse than finding yourself inside the game you have been playing online?
Being a side character who is killed in the first levels of the game.
Gene, or Siv as her character is called, has to find a way to survive in a game where only the smart and powerful remains. Especially when she is engaged to the cold Prince Brandt.

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"Uhh, that's it?"
"What is?"
"!!!"
Surprised by the voice that was too close to his ears Ni leans away in surprise and looks at the women next to him, thoughts racing in his mind
The women smiled at his reaction and spoke to him
"Were almost at your stop, you were so concentrated I thought you might miss it"
At the end of her words the women looks back at her book and whishes him luck at school
Ni nods his head mechanically and gets up as the train stops, he gets off and walks to school all while barely calming his anxious, exited heart.
When he gets to class he sits down and fights the urge to open the game, he opens a math notebook and pretends to be reading as he thinks back to everything that happened during his short yet seemingly extremely long ride on the train
'Okay first things first, there is almost no way this is a prank, I'm almost sure that this thing, the Smitten System, is real'
While there is that small possibility of this still being an extremely over the top well done prank he highly doubts it and overall doesn't want to believe that it isn't real
'Let's assume that all of this is real, which I hope it is, let's put everything in order so that it makes sense'
Flip
Ni flips a page as he continues to pretend to study
'First, the game is a collection type of game as I collect Smitten to fight Ego, to gain SE and buy Items that can be actually used in real life like that lean'
His brain is suddenly filled with a torrent of thoughts about what types of Items he could gain but Ni takes a deep breath and goes back two pages on the book
'Don't jump ahead of yourself, I almost lost in the Tutorial, and I only have one Smitten now'
Letting out his breath Ni calms his now erratic heart which is almost causing his body to shudder
'Second, If I lose all my Smitten I lose the entire game, since I don't have any means to get another one now I must be careful of what I do'
Nodding his head at his own thoughts a serious look was plastered on his face, that is, until what he thought next changed it into a comically large smile
'Third the Affection Rate can actually influence the person's thoughts about me, if what the lady at the train did was any indicator'
The women had treated him as if they knew each other, though she didn't seem as friendly as he thought a 100 points into Affection Rate would do it might have just been just because he was on the train at the time
The sound of heels interrupted his thoughts and wipes the smile off his face as he looks toward the teacher that arrived
She looked to be in her mid-twenties, her hair styled in a ponytail, she wore a white blouse with a brown jacket above it that accented her brown hair
While he had to admit that she looked good even though he didn't like brown color in cloths, she was definitely not on the top of his list of favored people
Her name was Miss Camilla, his homeroom teacher, she taught them math and physics, while the first may be ok with him, the second was his worst nightmare, and with her being a person who likes to put her nose in people's business it made his favorability rating toward her drop to the bottom
Clap clap
"Okay everyone I hope you're ready for the exam on the 4th class, remember to make a quick review during the lunch break, Il be in the teacher's room if you have any last minute questions, now put your math books away and let's start the physics class"
Her words put an end to his thoughts as he and the class listened throughout the morning classes all the way to the end of third class
Once it was first break Ni went to the garden at the back of the school in a normal moderate pace, by this time he had already calmed a great deal and since he had a 20 min break and he was taking his time
Once he was at the garden he sat down on the grass and opened the game, the first thing that greeted him was a message window
[Lean canceled, Item Use Depleted]
He thought for a few seconds and remembered that he had leaned away from the women when she had surprised him by talking to him
'It seems I have to watch out as I could potentially waste some Items'
He was going to get off the train at that time anyway so it didn't make a deference this time
Once he pressed away from the window a new screen appeared before him, it had diamond shaped* buttons grouped up in the middle of the screen
The buttons were: Search Ego, Smitten, Items, Gacha, Raid, Event and lastly a Next button shaped as an arrow, the last three buttons including Next were grayed out
Ni presses Smitten which opened up a new page showing his sole Smitten there, selecting her showed a full portrait of her body wearing the cloth she had on at the train, N/A was written on top of the portrait with a plain heart at the top right with what he assumes to be the Affection Rate of the Smitten which was surprisingly showing 109
"It went up? was it because we talked? as I thought the affection is probably related to real interactions but since it can actually be raised through a conversation it can probably be lost as well"
Ni suddenly breaks a sweat thinking that he could have lost his only Smitten if he said something wrong at the time
'Thankfully everything went well, but I don't know if it will stay as it is if I don't interact with her at all, I should get some other Smitten as fast as possible'
Ni clicks out of her portrait and goes back to the main screen, he presses Item and finds two items there unexpectedly
[Black Suitcase] [Flawless Pack]
'When did I get the case? Oh it's from the Ego! I totally forgot it'
Thinking that he wasn't up to par with his usual sense Ni selects it and reads the description of before clicking Open on the case
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(Black Suitcase)
Rank: E, Single use
An Item that may contain SE, several other Items, or nothing at all
[Use]

*You Open Black Suitcase
You find 2 Items inside
You acquired Concise Conversation, Great Greeting
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Not knowing whether to be happy that he got Items or be confused at their names Ni checks their description
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(Concise Conversation)
Rank: F
The Players words appear to be concise, striking at the heart of the matter to the Smitten
The conversation content must be within the confines of the Affection Rate of the Smitten
Duration: 10 minutes
Affection Rate Req. 100 /Sees you in a positive light
[Use]


(Great Greeting)
Rank: F
Greeting will initiate a test of Affection
Passing will register the greeted as a Smitten, adds Affection
Failing will use up the Item and may lower Affection
Req. None-Smitten
[Use]
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'F? don't tell me… my luck will be just as bad in here'
These could possibly be the worst drops there could be, and with the Gacha being his next stop his face dims several degrees
'No the Item itself was E rank how could I get other Items of better rank then it? Plus it says in the description that it could have been nothing, my drops must have been average'
Convincing himself with various excuses he Opens Gacha
What greeted him was a wooden roulette, divided into 24 sections, question marks were at the end of each section
Below the roulette were two buttons, one with the number 1 written on it and the other the number 10, they had the prices of 10SE and 100SE respectively
The prices made him pale as he thought about difficulties that laid ahead
'Maybe the affection won't go down too much in battel? If so I might be able to grind it, it will just be a matter of time after that point'
Wanting to test his theory as fast as possible Ni stands up and heads to a girl that was sitting on a bench eating her food as he approached he pressed Use for Great Greeting and tried to calm his very nervous heart, trusting that if this succeeds then it will prove the authenticity of the game once and for all he sets his inhibition aside and greats her with the best of his ability
"Hello miss Lena, I hope I'm not bothering you, I just wanted to ask you some questions about the math exam"
Yah his greeting ability was at rock bottom, way to direct the conversation toward the least thing he wanted to talk about
"Ah, no you're not bothering me at all, I'm not that good at math but Il try to help"
Ni looks down at the game which shows that he passed the Affection test and Lena's Affection was at 160, he had already expected that so he turned his attention back to…
Ni's eyes widen as he looks down back at the phone on his book, 160? His eyes weren't playing tricks on him, it seems he had chosen the right target
Ni sat down next to Lena and activated Concise Conversation before he asked her a few things about math and talked about their teacher all up till the end of the break exceeding the time limit of the Item which meant that he had carried the conversation on his own, not that it was too difficult of a thing for him 
They wished luck to each other and headed to the class, on the way Ni checked the Lena's Affection which showed 230 which more or less answered some of his questions
'In the Item discerption of Pleasant Conversation the Sees you in a good light meant that 100 was only the base level of Affection were you could begin to interact with the other party, since I had helped Lena when she was about to fail the last English exam by offering her to cheat off me she already thought well toward me'
230 was good enough for him to try the Ego Search but he had another battel to fight first, his math exam
'It would be good if I could make teacher just give me the exam papers beforehand'
Humoring such thoughts Ni proceeds into the class and begins his struggle with space and time
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"Time is over, please put your pencils down, if you didn't get something right don't worry this is only a monthly exam"
Miss Camilla marks the end of the exam with those words, as she collects the papers she reminds the class
"The 5th to 6th classes will be self-teaching* as the teachers will be having a meeting to prepare for tomorrows parents visit, be quiet during the periods and don't exit class"
She then exits the class to head to the meeting herself
mummer mummer 
The students began talking quietly to each other as they discuss their answers or talk about parent's day
'I think Il be getting somewhere around the 80s'
Those were the thoughts of the only one alone in the class, Ni.
It not that he had no friends, he knew his classmates and they didn't shun him, but he didn't interact with them and avoided them in all scenarios
He is broke, had no support, and if he wanted to get any future he had to work hard for it, friends and hanging out weren't on his agenda, games though somehow made the cut
'Should I play? Hmm no phones aren't allowed in class, the class monitors will surly tell on me'
There were class monitors for both the female and male students of each class so surly one of them would pick up on him using his phone from one of their friends and tell on him.
'Well I only have to come for morning classes tomorrow, after that I have all day for myself'
He was an orphan who was of legal age, he thus didn't have a guardian, not that they would have come anyway
'Using the items on Lena was sure a good choice though, having more options is a lot more assuring than putting all your lot in one pot'
Who could have known how much the items would raise the Affection Rate so he wanted to expand the party rather than strengthen one member of it
'Furthermore I don't even know what to talk to that women about, it doesn't matter if whatever I say would be good to her if I have nothing to say'
Glad he didn't have to go through that awkward situation Ni smirks, then he closes his eyes and leans on the chair getting some needed shut eye.

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QUINN

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My breath catches in my throat when I wake. I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to let them know I'm up. Is anyone even watching? There's no way to know — I can't even say where I am right now, or how I got here. Instinct has taken over.

Memories of being whipped surface as I feel the throb from my backside. Recollections of what happened after are hazy: I stood still, locked in the stock, for a long, long time. Did I pass out that way? It's hard to imagine. They dragged me away from that thing, I'm pretty sure — I can still feel the cold scraping of a dry cement floor beneath my toes. Then the sound of clanking, followed by a crash…

Hearing nothing, I open my eyes and see metal bars — a prison cell. Beneath me is a hard, bare mattress on a creaky wire cot. I'm still naked, curled into a ball. Shivering, I sit up and notice a set of gray, folded clothes at the foot of the cot — my prison uniform.

When I look up, there's another jail cell across from me — a girl inside sleeps soundly, wrapped up in a blue blanket. Why does she have one but not me? In fact, her cell boasts a variety of comforts: beneath her head is a big pillow, while a shelf on the wall holds books, a hairbrush and a package of crackers. Where did all that come from? Did her family send it? Do they know what this place is?

I don't care about personal belongings, but why don't I have at least a pillow and blanket? Is that Prescott's doing? I may be their prisoner, but I still have to sleep.

Lying back down, I spot the glass dome of a security camera in the corner above. They can see me.

My stomach turns at the thought of Prescott, Ashworth or Reed watching me in my sleep. All of them make my skin crawl. If I saw Reed out in public, maybe I'd think he's hot, but not if I knew who he is and what he does to women. I glare at the security camera as I get dressed — there's no way to know if anyone's watching now, but if they are, I want them to know I'm not going to take this.

I have to get out of here. Going to jail, having none of the freedoms and comforts I took for granted before — that's bad enough. Getting stripped and whipped by sadistic monsters isn't supposed to happen to people. I'm not a killer, no matter what they say — this is wrong, and I don't care what I have to do — I'm going to escape, and take down everyone involved.

Yeah, sure you will, Quinn.

I sigh, forcing a sob back into my chest. How am I supposed to fight a congressman as powerful as Prescott? He's beyond connected — it's hopeless. There's no way I'm the first woman in this place to dream about revenge on these assholes — and they're still here.

The woman across the cell from me yawns, stretching her arms, then opens her eyes. Her breath hitches when she sees me, but then she seems to relax, her body loosening. Throwing off her blanket reveals she's slept in the nude; I should look away immediately, but I don't, stunned by the sight. Tattoos decorate her arms and abdomen: playing cards with burnt corners; coiling snakes baring hooked fangs; a woman on her knees, weeping, her back bloody — beside her, on the ground, a pair of severed angel wings.

Good lord.

The imagery on her front, however, can't compare to what I see when she turns around. Dozens of ugly scars mar her milky skin, rising all the way up her spine. Below them all, across her lower back, a message in an elegant script font reads, "You did this."

Whippings, I realize. Bad ones. Lots of them.

Even in the murky morning light sneaking through the narrow cell windows, I can see the bumps and discolorations. I cringe, imagining how they must look up close.

"The fuck you staring at?" she growls, her empty expression contorting angrily.

"Sorry," I mumble, finally turning to give her some privacy. "I'm Quinn."

I hear the rustling of her dressing, but she doesn't reply. After a minute, I start to wonder if maybe that's for the best. Considering Byron promised to punish the first girl to speak to me, I'm surprised she said anything at all. Maybe she doesn't care about a little punishment, but what if the security cameras don't pick up audio? That would be good to know.

For a while I try to fall back asleep, but there's too many questions floating through my head. A few times I look back to my neighbor, but she's staring through her window. Outside, the skies are still gray, and scatterings of raindrops dot the glass.

"Wake up!" one of the guards calls before too long, rousing the rest of the inmates. Pressing my face against the bars of my cell I can get enough of an angle to see across to more of my neighbors; I catch a few glimpses of them as they get ready. The tattooed woman stands at the center of her cell, arms crossed behind her back, until the doors slide open.

As I watch, the girls all exit, marching down the hall single-file.

"Move," one the guards says, banging a baton against the bars of my cell. Heavyset, with a short, scraggly beard, his scalp shines through the greasy remnants of his hair.

I don't argue, quickly scampering to catch up to the line. Many of the girls in it are dressed, but some are not — naked, they hold onto their uniforms instead of wearing them. Thankfully, I don't have to wonder about this for very long, as we emerge into a large, communal bathroom and shower. Once we reach it, the other women start undressing before forming a line in the shower area.

Considering what I went through yesterday — the abduction, being bound in the stocks and whipped — the idea of a hot shower appeals too much to turn it down, so I get in line.

Metal wrist cuffs hang from the ceiling by long, dark chains. However, I don't see any spigot above me, or a stall where each of us can take a turn. Once the line finishes forming, I get what's about to happen with a sickening hollowness in my chest: three guards have drawn hoses out and are aiming them at us. I hear a hiss, and then the water sprays out, soaking us with frigid streams.

"Holy fuck!" I shout, trying to cover myself, immediately quaking in icy shock.

The guards laugh, training all three of the hoses on me, then the ugly one shouts something.

"What?" I shriek, acting on pure, animal instinct.

The hoses go dry for a merciful second, and the guard repeats, "Hands on your head!"

Seeing the other girls with their hands pressed flat over their hair, I comply, and then the washing resumes. With my eyes pulled shut, I try not to cry as they spray us all down. My teeth chatter harder than I've ever experienced and my heart races from the sudden shock.

"Turn around!"

As one, the girls obey, so I do too, letting the men wash our backs. All I can think about is my neighbor, and her tattoos, telling myself that this can't be as bad as what she's been through.

Just wait, I bet she'd say. You've barely been here a day.

By the time they're finished, I feel colder than I ever have in my life — being clean brings little consolation. The guards toss us towels, but only give us a few minutes to dry off. Then we put our uniforms back on and file out.

Throughout all of this, none of the other girls utter a word. I often catch them glancing over at me, likely curious about the new arrival, but they flinch when I look back. How afraid are these girls? What has been done to them? Was my ordeal in the stocks yesterday just the tip of the iceberg? I can't imagine it won't get worse than that, considering their skittishness.

I'm not going to dwell on that prospect.

After the shower, the girls once again form a single-file line and march into the next room: a cafeteria where we're each given a bowl of plain bran cereal, a plastic spoon and a paper cup of water. We eat in silence, unsurprisingly. When I sit down next to a few of the girls, they don't get up to leave, but they keep their heads down, focusing on eating. I'd like to think they're just hungry, but I know better.

My nose wrinkles at the aroma of coffee, eggs and toast, but I don't see any; perhaps the guards had them earlier. I would kill for some bacon and orange juice right now — I've not had cereal since high school — but I'm hungry, so I shovel down the soggy lumps. At first I can't imagine having an appetite at a time like this, but my body takes over, needing the nourishment. I don't fight it.

Finally, once we've finished, we march down a long, dull corridor. Filing through a door at the end of the hall, we enter a long room with several tables and desks, many of them featuring some kind of machinery. Each girl splits off from the line and takes a seat, some running to take a specific place but others just sitting at the first available.

Tiny windows, like those in our jail cells, offer a meager glimpse into the outside world. Bright, white fluorescent light radiates from the ceiling, making me feel like I'm in some kind of laboratory, rather than a workshop. Cool air circulates the room, but from the lingering scent of sweat, I expect the space will heat up soon enough.

Looking around, not knowing what to do, I notice Byron Ashworth waiting at the head of the room.

"Ms. Harris, over here," he says, pointing to a desk. I do as told, trying to forget the creepy grin on his face. When I take my seat, I discover the equipment in front of me is an old sewing machine.

"Cuff yourself, Quinn," Byron adds.

I almost ask what he's talking about, but then I find a pair of manacles attached to the desk by a chain. All around me, the other girls are locking the cuffs around their wrists. Holding back a sob, I do the same, refusing to look at Byron.

"Ladies, I have an announcement," he says, raising his voice to carry throughout the room. He picks up a white shirt from a stack of them on a nearby table. Holding it out and looking at it with a surprising amount of pride, I see it reads "Liberty. Family. Weaponry." Accompanying each word are red outlines: a waving flag, figures of adults and children, and a machine gun. When he turns it around, it says "Made in America" in big, bold letters on the back.

"Aren't these nice?" Byron asks. "I think they are, and so do Congressman Prescott's constituents. We've had an unexpected surge in demand, and have to get our inventory numbers back up. So, today's quota will be eight-hundred units."

Faces fall around me; a few even mutter quiet curses. Clearly that's a lot.

"I understand that's a major increase," Byron says. "Take it as a compliment — you're doing great work. And, with Ms. Harris here you have a new coworker to help. Now get to work."

Jumping into action immediately, they begin to cut fabric, sew and screen press the T-shirts. My jaw hangs loose watching them work: like an oiled machine, they move quickly, and with purpose. I've never seen a sweatshop before, but this must be what it's like.

Somewhere I hear music, some soft pop I can almost recognize, but the hive of activity drowns it out. The guards wander up and down the rows, watching the women work. Byron leaves, and as he exits Reed steps inside.

His eyes immediately hone in on me, crossing his arms in front of his chest. My heart pounds as he stares, as focused on me as I am on him, so I don't hear one of the other guards approaching me from behind.

"Sit your ass down and get to fucking work," he snarls, spinning me around to face him. It's the ugly, balding one.

"Please," I say, shaking my head and pointing to the sewing machine. "I've never used one of these, I don't know how."

The guard shrugs. "Figure it out."

"How?" I snap, tears starting to sting my eyes. "I don't see any instructions!"

"Oh, for fuck sake, don't start crying," he says. "Someone show her what to do."

"They're not supposed to talk to her," Reed calls out from across the room as he strides toward us. "Leave her be, Corbin. Resume your patrol."

The ugly guard nods at Reed and moves along.

"Ms. Harris, take a seat," says Reed.

"And do what?"

Around us, many of the girls have stopped working so they can listen to our exchange.

"That's up to you," he replies. "You're going to be here for the next twelve hours." He clears his throat, and whistles loudly to get everyone's attention. "You all know the rules. If you don't make quota, all of you pay. If you show Quinn what to do, she can help with the work. But no one is supposed to talk to her, or they'll be punished. This is a predicament, isn't it? Do whatever you like."

Reed winks at me, then turns and walks back.

I spin around on my feet, looking to the other women, but they bury themselves in their work, rather than face me. "Really?" I say. "No one's going to help?" I could cry again, but I force myself to take a deep breath instead. "Fine." I take my seat and flatten my hands on the table. "You bitches better work hard, I don't want to get whipped again."

Reed lets out a sharp laugh. The women exchange looks between each other, many of them turning to the tattooed woman I saw across from my cell.

Teeth bared and nostrils flaring, she sneers at me, then yells, "Fuck her. Work faster."

Shit.

I thought one of them would come forward. Would the punishment for talking to me really be that bad? Maybe. If so, I hate to imagine it. They could just be more confident that they can get the work done in time — I hope so, for their sake, despite what I said. I've been here a day, and the people who run this place hate me; the last thing I wanted to do was alienate the only people who might actually feel sorry for me, who might be able to help me.

Without them, I'm on my own.

A well-known blogger also wrote: "In fact, there could be other reasons as to why Qiao Moyu entered and left Xing Group with different outfits. If she really did meet President Xing, who knows, maybe she accidentally spilled red wine on herself so she naturally had to change clothes. Or perhaps, she didn't see President Xing coming out of the bathroom so she accidentally got her clothes wet and needed a change. And why wouldn't she switch outfits for fashion's sake? It's also easy to see that the needs of high class women are something ordinary people can't understand."

Her post immediately confused some of the vehement commentators, plus the photos of Qiao Moyu and Ye Peicheng had them wondering if the rumors online were real–otherwise, could Qiao Moyu and Ye Peicheng really be in love? Or did they want to divert people's attention from their relationship?

As a result, Ye Peicheng's fans on Weibo were perplexed and didn't know who to believe. For a while, they left messages on the male god's blog, asking him to tell them the truth.

That evening, when the crew came back from dinner at a nearby restaurant, there still wasn't a clear answer.

One of the most popular comments on Ye Peicheng's Weibo was: "Hubby, if you really like someone, can you tell us?"

Just when people thought that the actor wouldn't respond, someone noticed that he reposted a post from Qiao Moyu.

Qiao Moyu's message on Weibo reads: "In fact, a lot of things aren't as complicated as people think. As far as I'm concerned, I just was to do well in my career, live a simple life, eat what I like everyday, get enough sleep, and have caring people around me, and that's enough. ALso, I would like to say that when filming with Ye Peicheng, he was a great teacher who gave me plenty of acting advice. I was very grateful, so that day when I found 150 yuan on the ground, instead of giving it to the police uncle, I used it instead to buy ice cream for Ye Peicheng. But I didn't expect us to be photographed by others. I'll obediently give back the 150 yuan, so can you forgive me?"

A message like this not only clarified her relationship with Ye Peicheng. She even replied playfully and cutely. Immediately, some angry fans changed their attitude towards her.

"Aaah, my male god praised Qiao Moyu once again!"

"But, why is it that I feel like accepting her apology this time? Maybe it's because Moyu said on Weibo that my male god is her teacher, right?"

"Yes! If my male god gives a like on her post, that also clarifies the relationship between them! So I can rest assured!"

"Well, I'm relieved too that this male god is still ours!"

"By the way, Sister Moyu, you're a foodie too! Being a foodie is the cutest thing in the world!"

"I also wanna pick up 150 yuan from the ground and treat my male god to ice cream!"

"Wow, Sister Moyu, where did you pick up the money? Can you tell me? I can't wait to find one too!"

"The way my man eats ice cream is soo sweet! Little sister Moyu, you're a girl but you eat faster than this male god. Aren't you embarrassed?"

"Yes, at this point, Sister Moyu is definitely an official foodie! You see, my husband only ate two bites but she already ate half of hers!"

"Why do I suddenly think that you're so cute? I'm a little blown. How did you do this to me?"

"Do you feel as if my male god and Miss Moyu still have the atmosphere of being CP?"

(T/N: CP=TV couple)

"I think there's some truth in that. My Male God is usually cold, but this is my first time seeing him casually eat ice cream. I suddenly want to see sparks fly from this!"

"Yes, in order to see more sides to our male God, I suddenly feel that it isn't so difficult to accept this CP!"

"Yea, yeah, in any case, let's wait and see how they interact once the drama series is broadcast. Wouldn't we see if their chemistry is the same onscreen?"

•I DO NOT OWN THIS NOVEL•
•THIS IS MADE FOR WEEKLY READING TIME•
•CTTO•

Author: Zhuge Jin
Translator: wordexcerpt • Kitty Jiu

➷➹➷➹➷➹➷➹

When Qiao Moyu awakened, she found herself in a novel world and had become the villainess who was loathed by the President, the story's male protagonist.

Qiao Moyu, the President's childhood friend, came to his door whilst holding a baby, but the man said he won't take any responsibility since the child wasn't his!

As she stared at her adorable and proud little toddler, Qiao Moyu decided to take this chance to raise her son while having a fresh start in her acting career. As for the other problems, she'll just take it easy!

However, a few months later ~

President: "You're not some disgusting mosquito blood, you're my white moonlight (first love)."

Luo Luo: "Mama, he's not Baobei's father. Baobei doesn't want him."

A certain Film Emperor: "I want both you and the child."

Online fans: "Qiao Moyu is ours!"

A well-known blogger also wrote: "In fact, there could be other reasons as to why Qiao Moyu entered and left Xing Group with different outfits. If she really did meet President Xing, who knows, maybe she accidentally spilled red wine on herself so she naturally had to change clothes. Or perhaps, she didn't see President Xing coming out of the bathroom so she accidentally got her clothes wet and needed a change. And why wouldn't she switch outfits for fashion's sake? It's also easy to see that the needs of high class women are something ordinary people can't understand."
Her post immediately confused some of the vehement commentators, plus the photos of Qiao Moyu and Ye Peicheng had them wondering if the rumors online were real–otherwise, could Qiao Moyu and Ye Peicheng really be in love? Or did they want to divert people's attention from their relationship?
As a result, Ye Peicheng's fans on Weibo were perplexed and didn't know who to believe. For a while, they left messages on the male god's blog, asking him to tell them the truth.
That evening, when the crew came back from dinner at a nearby restaurant, there still wasn't a clear answer.
One of the most popular comments on Ye Peicheng's Weibo was: "Hubby, if you really like someone, can you tell us?"
Just when people thought that the actor wouldn't respond, someone noticed that he reposted a post from Qiao Moyu.
Qiao Moyu's message on Weibo reads: "In fact, a lot of things aren't as complicated as people think. As far as I'm concerned, I just was to do well in my career, live a simple life, eat what I like everyday, get enough sleep, and have caring people around me, and that's enough. ALso, I would like to say that when filming with Ye Peicheng, he was a great teacher who gave me plenty of acting advice. I was very grateful, so that day when I found 150 yuan on the ground, instead of giving it to the police uncle, I used it instead to buy ice cream for Ye Peicheng. But I didn't expect us to be photographed by others. I'll obediently give back the 150 yuan, so can you forgive me?"
A message like this not only clarified her relationship with Ye Peicheng. She even replied playfully and cutely. Immediately, some angry fans changed their attitude towards her.
"Aaah, my male god praised Qiao Moyu once again!"
"But, why is it that I feel like accepting her apology this time? Maybe it's because Moyu said on Weibo that my male god is her teacher, right?"
"Yes! If my male god gives a like on her post, that also clarifies the relationship between them! So I can rest assured!"
"Well, I'm relieved too that this male god is still ours!"
"By the way, Sister Moyu, you're a foodie too! Being a foodie is the cutest thing in the world!"
"I also wanna pick up 150 yuan from the ground and treat my male god to ice cream!"
"Wow, Sister Moyu, where did you pick up the money? Can you tell me? I can't wait to find one too!"
"The way my man eats ice cream is soo sweet! Little sister Moyu, you're a girl but you eat faster than this male god. Aren't you embarrassed?"
"Yes, at this point, Sister Moyu is definitely an official foodie! You see, my husband only ate two bites but she already ate half of hers!"
"Why do I suddenly think that you're so cute? I'm a little blown. How did you do this to me?"
"Do you feel as if my male god and Miss Moyu still have the atmosphere of being CP?"
(T/N: CP=TV couple)
"I think there's some truth in that. My Male God is usually cold, but this is my first time seeing him casually eat ice cream. I suddenly want to see sparks fly from this!"
"Yes, in order to see more sides to our male God, I suddenly feel that it isn't so difficult to accept this CP!"
"Yea, yeah, in any case, let's wait and see how they interact once the drama series is broadcast. Wouldn't we see if their chemistry is the same onscreen?"

When Qiao Moyu awakened, she found herself in a novel world and had become the villainess who was loathed by the President, the story’s male protagonist.
Qiao Moyu, the President’s childhood friend, came to his door whilst holding a baby, but the man said he won’t take any responsibility since the child wasn’t his!
As she stared at her adorable and proud little toddler, Qiao Moyu decided to take this chance to raise her son while having a fresh start in her acting career. As for the other problems, she’ll just take it easy!
However, a few months later ~
President: “You’re not some disgusting mosquito blood, you’re my white moonlight (first love).”
Luo Luo: “Mama, he’s not Baobei’s father. Baobei doesn’t want him.”
A certain Film Emperor: “I want both you and the child.”
Online fans: “Qiao Moyu is ours!”


Genre(s)

Comedy,Drama,Fantasy,Josei,Romance

Author : Zhuge Jin,诸葛锦

Alternative :
TCVCF, 穿成总裁蚊子血[穿书]

This is Fan Translation♡




I'll not lock any chps:)

John stared at the last message he received from Catherine for the last fifteen minutes. The more he re-reads it the more his heart keeps pounding hard on his rib cage.

He pressed call and waited for Catherine to answer the phone, but the voice machine says unattended, cannot be reached and so on. His uneasiness was growing with each minute that passes by. With the last unanswered call, he called Ramon to ready the car. He donned the mask on his face and his baseball cap on his head in a hurry.

"Let's go to Catherine's house! She's not responding to my call!" he ordered.

Ramon saw the turmoil and uneasiness showing on his boss face. He fired the engine right away. His boss didn't even complain when he drove the car past the speed limit, he was thankful that there is almost zero police visibility in the area, or else he will be slapped with a speeding ticket fine.

They arrived in the village much faster though...thanks to his speedy driving!

Ramon immediately exited the driver's seat and rushed towards the nipa hut while John watched him nervously inside the car.

Ramon saw the padlocked door of the nipa hut. He asked the middle-aged woman sweeping dried leaves in the next house regarding the whereabouts of Catherine's family. The woman answered that the entire family migrated to the city. When Ramon asked her in which city, she replied with four cities in her mind...Marikina City, Pasay City, Caloocan City, and Cavite City.

Ramon sighed. It's clear that the woman was just playing the guessing game and she doesn't have any definite information where was Catherine's family was heading...he thanks her nonetheless and rushed back towards the car.

"Boss, Catherine's entire family migrated to the city as of today!"

The bad news was like a bomb that suddenly dropped from the sky straight towards John's heart. He closed his eyes feeling the pain gripping his heart. His mouth was twitching. His heart was bleeding internally due to the painful realization that his dear Catherine left him without saying goodbye.

"Let's try the bus station!" John barked at Ramon. 

Ramon already ignited the car's engine even before his boss can utter a single word and the car was now speedily breezing towards Santa Monica's bus station.

During the ride, John and Ramon both knew that their chances of finding Catherine and her family in the bus station were slim, but they continue anyway just in case they were still there.

"Which city did Catherine migrate to, Ramon?" asked John.

Ramon glanced at his Boss face in the rearview mirror. "Thier neighbor mentioned four cities. Marikina City, Pasay City, Caloocan City, and Cavite City. Not sure which one is the right place."

John inhaled and exhaled air into his lungs. He was suddenly suffocating...

He pressed call on Catherine's number again, yet he heard the same annoying machine-generated message, unattended or not available. He gripped his cell phone hard almost to the point of breaking it.

When they arrived at the bus station it's nearly 5:00 PM. Ramon got out of the car and checked every bus that was scheduled to depart from the station. He never saw Catherine in any of them. He walked back to the car, shoulders both slumped on his side.

"Sorry Boss, they're gone," said Ramon saddened by the whole event. He got back into the driver's seat and waited for his boss next instruction. How could that girl break his boss heart?

John was silent for a few minutes, gripping with the pain of rejection and abandonment by the woman he truly comes to love in just a short time.

"Let's go back to the hacienda," said John in a dejected voice.

Ramon started the engine and navigated the car smoothly into the highway heading back to the hacienda, this time he drives the car with the normal speed limit.

John didn't speak during the entire drive. 

After passing some store, he ordered to stop the car and commanded Ramon to buy one case of beer or hard liquor, they also brought five kilos of roasted pig belly and roasted chicken.

"Let's have a feast and drink some liquor later when we're back in the house," John said in a somber tone. He wants to drown his sorrow and heartbreak with liquors.

Ramon knows what his Boss means. Every time John was bothered with something they would drink hard liquor all night long. He sighed. Just when he thought his Boss can finally be happy again after meeting Catherine, he was wrong!

After they arrived in the ancestral house, the two bodyguards prepared a table in the middle of the balcony and the roasted pig belly and roasted chicken was deliciously displayed in the platter above the table. The three bodyguards accompanied their boss in drinking the hard liquors and eating the yummy mouthwatering foods in the table all night long until 2:00 AM.

A few minutes later, the two bodyguards finally retreated downstairs for the night.

Ramon and John were left alone on the balcony...

"What do you think the reason why Catherine left me?" John finally asked his driver-bodyguard.

Ramon scratched his beard a few times before voicing his opinion.

"It could be that she wasn't ready for any serious relationship yet? She's young and still has a lot of things to do with her life, young women of today were more independent compared to the previous generation," answered Ramon.

John just stared at his companion with a blank expression.

"Another reason is that what happened between you two are too sudden, too fast for her liking, she's not ready yet, she may be puzzled, confused and suffered from lots of emotion surrounding the first time you meet each other."

Ramon keeps going with his opinions...

"A lot of things and reason is involved, Boss."Ramon finishes his sentence with one gulp of the hard liquor from his glass. Then start talking again. "I have my fair share of dealing with women before I married my wife. Women generally have pickled mind. They can change their mind at any minute. Sometimes they do things on impulse. What they feel inside might not what they will follow or act upon with later. Women are always a great mystery to us men, we will only understand one thoroughly if we captured one successfully and keep her on our side for a long time," he grinned.

"Or maybe she doesn't have any real feelings for me," said John sadly.

Ramon nodded. It's a big possibility too, he said to himself.

"But one thing is good though, Catherine was never the opportunist..."

John brows furrowed. "What you mean by that?"

"She knew that you're loaded. If she is some kind of an opportunist or gold digger girl, she might still be here sucking on you like a piranha, sucking your money dry," he laughed at his own joke.

Ramon realized his blunder too late and said..."I'm so sorry Boss," he said.

John ignored his companion's blunder and continues drinking his hard liquor. His eyes were glued to the distance and beyond where darkness resides.

Thirty minutes later...

Their drinking session ended.

John resigned to his room feeling sad, lonely and painfully rejected, abandoned by the woman he comes to love wholeheartedly.

He opened his cell phone and pressed call on Catherine's number.

Same bullshit machine-generated message! Unattended and cannot be reached. Damn!

Furious, he played their sex video on his mobile device nonstop. Catherine's beautiful face comes into life, he calmed a little bit.

Before she successfully deleted her photos and their sex video in his cell phone he already secured a copy of all on his laptop.

He smiled at Catherine. "I will find you Catherine! I will take you back in my arms!" he swore to himself.

A moment later he succumbed to sleep with their sex video still playing repeatedly on his cell phone.

{COMPLETED} The twin sisters, Catherine and Caroline, robbed an old ancestral house out of  pressing necessity. Unfortunately they were caught empty handed by the owner himself and his bodyguards. 

To avoid jail time, Catherine offered her body to the owner in exchange for their freedom.

What happened next...?

A tumultuous, intense and passionate love story between Catherine and the owner named John began to take shape in each chapters of the story.

~~~~~

For John, his first encounter with Catherine was embroiled with lust, not proper and wasn't even built on a solid ground. He thought he already lost her. But he nurtured and kept her memory alive in his mind. How many times he was willing to chase the woman he loves?

For Catherine, she met John for the first time in a cruel stroke of destiny. He ravaged her body for two nights straight. But he left a lasting impression on her. He was her first kiss, the first guy she was physically intimate with. But he wasn't even her boyfriend! He was just a stranger that appeared in her life once, but the imprint he left on her body, his gentleness and his generosity was bound to hunt her forever. How long she can deny the true beating of her heart?

In another time their path was destined to cross again...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*** This novel is controversial, gripping and mind engaging! But more importantly you will be amazed of one man's enduring love for one woman 'till the very end. It's rare to find a guy who's love for a woman can endure the test of time...

*** The novel contains smut, steamy scenes but done in good taste, lol. Btw. you can skip chapter with steamy scenes, not all chapter has smut theme though.

*** This novel is for Adults only! For mature readers and audiences, lol. Only 18+ above please! Thank you. 

*** If you don't like the novel, please don't bash the novel and the Author. This is a work of fiction, although some of the events and scenes in the story happens in real life...still everything in this story was a work of fiction, please don't take it personally. Thank you!



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