The System's New Function

Liu Zichu realized at that moment that he could move his body again, but he didn't dare to. He felt a bit awkward right now.

This Liu Zichu wasn't that Liu Zichu. He was a fine young man with the Five Stresses and Four Beauties. He'd just gotten a blowjob from his aunt and shot his load right into her mouth—how could he not feel embarrassed?

If he got up now, what was he supposed to say? Ask his aunt if his cum tasted good? He'd be begging for death.

But Ling Ru clearly had no such qualms. She stood up, walked over to Liu Zichu, and spoke in her usual cold, emotionless voice, unchanged even after swallowing his semen. "Liu Zichu, I believe you—this is the last time. Don't disappoint me, because... there won't be a next time."

A chill ran through Liu Zichu. He sat up at once, raising his hand in a solemn oath with utter sincerity. "Auntie, rest assured. If I let you down, may heaven strike me with lightning, may I die a horrible death."

Ling Ru glanced at him. "No need for heavenly lightning. I'll shatter you myself."

Liu Zichu could only chuckle awkwardly. But he wasn't worried—he wasn't that scum. He had principles, a bottom line. He wouldn't disappoint his auntie.

Then Ling Ru bent down and reached toward his cheek. Before Liu Zichu could react, her fingers brushed the bruise on his face.

"Does it hurt?" Ling Ru asked.

Liu Zichu wanted to grimace, but her sudden gentleness startled him speechless for a moment.

Auntie is...

Liu Zichu truly felt it now—his auntie was really giving him one last chance.

He shook his head. "It's fine. Should be better in a few days."

Ling Ru straightened up and tossed his clothes back to him. "Put them on."

Liu Zichu figured being naked in front of his auntie wasn't great either. He hurriedly dressed while Ling Ru sat in a nearby chair, head lowered, lost in thought.

He finished dressing in short order, his face showing some hesitation. Then, as if steeling himself, he said, "Auntie."

Ling Ru looked up, waiting for him to speak.

Liu Zichu gritted his teeth. "Auntie, could you... uh, lend me some money? Some silver?"

It was the first time in his life borrowing money from someone, and he felt terribly awkward. But he had no choice.

Ling Ru stared deeply into his eyes, her voice still indifferent—as if it were her nature. "You still plan to open this brothel?"

Liu Zichu nodded firmly. Truth be told, he didn't want to run a brothel. A tavern would be better—family trade, at least.

But with a Brothel Management System saddled on him, what could he do?

Ling Ru's already icy gaze grew sharper. She'd decided to trust him one last time, and he still insisted on a brothel?

Not waiting for her response, Liu Zichu pressed on. "Auntie, you know I got no real skills. If I tried any other business, I'd starve for sure."

Ling Ru ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nodded. Liu Zichu was a hopeless playboy, utterly lacking survival skills.

"So," he continued, "out of all the businesses in the world I don't know, a brothel's the one I'm most familiar with. If I wanna make a living, that's my only shot."

He had to phrase it that way, playing to the original owner's persona. That scum's haunt had been brothels; he didn't even know the family businesses, just whoring, boozing, and causing trouble.

Ling Ru felt helpless hearing this. She didn't like his stubborn brothel fixation.

From her view, she'd rather he take the money and live a quiet, ordinary life. As long as he stayed out of trouble, her sister would be pleased.

But his words weren't wrong. What else could he do besides a brothel?

That original Liu Zichu couldn't even run one properly. Ling Ru figured he just wanted daily access to women to fuck at will.

In truth, that's exactly what the scum had thought. Liu Zichu had seen in the memories how he'd planned to abduct women by force. But the current Liu Zichu would never.

Ling Ru pondered long, then sighed. If she was trusting him one last time, she'd trust fully.

She'd watch him closely. If he proved irredeemable, she'd kill him herself.

"How much silver do you need? How do you plan to open it?"

Liu Zichu had no real plan. The original owner's "familiarity" with brothels was all hookers and fun—running one? No clue.

So he'd have to improvise. Brothels needed girls, madam, cook, guards, attendants... all costing silver he didn't have. Hence borrowing from Auntie.

Once he had the cash, he'd scale a plan to the amount.

But how to pitch it? In this dead-end street, it'd take thousands of silver taels at least.

Liu Zichu knew even as a transmigrator that thousands weren't pocket change—lifetimes for common folk.

Seeing his distress, Ling Ru considered. "I can help you."

Liu Zichu blinked, baffled.

"The brothel's full setup," she continued. "From girls to madam, guards to attendants—everything you need. Take over and open right away."

Liu Zichu's jaw dropped. Holy shit, what's this?

"Auntie, what'd you say?" He was thrilled, disbelieving. A chance was one thing, but a full crew?

Ling Ru said flatly, "You don't know your own family's businesses?"

"Huh?" Liu Zichu blinked. The Liu family ran brothels?

He knew they were a power in Wei Qing Cheng, an upper city, with vast lands and wealth. But details? The original owner didn't care—Daddy was king there, so he ran wild.

Now Liu Zichu realized he truly didn't know the family dealings.

He scratched his head awkwardly. Ling Ru shook her head in disappointment—this was the useless Liu Zichu she knew, clueless yet dreaming of business.

"Doesn't matter if you don't know," she said. "I'll prepare a full crew. Will you take it?"

"Yes! Absolutely!"

Liu Zichu was pumped. Auntie delivered—solving his biggest headache.

Ling Ru's icy gaze fixed on him. "One month. After that, I'll decide if to take it back. You know the consequences?"

Her stare gave him goosebumps. Such a beautiful face, stunning eyes—yet so cold.

He gritted his teeth. He could do it.

What choice did he have? He had the system—one month for results.

Ling Ru's logic was simple: Outfit him fully, then watch why he obsessed over brothels.

If he just fucked around tormenting girls, it'd flop in a month—proving his worthlessness.

She hoped not. Hoped he'd try, despite the remote spot and his incompetence. Skills could be learned.

But rotten character? Hopeless. She'd reclaim everything, let him fend alone.

Liu Zichu guessed as much—it was obvious. Why else help?

But he had confidence. He nodded earnestly. "Auntie, I won't disappoint you."

Ling Ru said nothing, showed nothing.

She rose silently and left, pausing at the door. "In three days, your crew arrives. Prepare yourself."

With that, she went upstairs without looking back.

Upstairs, Ling Ru pulled a jade slip from her bag. Pinched between fingers, it glowed faintly. She whispered into it; it flared, then dimmed to uselessness.

She didn't know exact brothel needs, but others did.

She specified scale, ordered a basic crew.

Basic to minimize victims if he slacked and abused girls.

If he tried but failed due to basics, she'd upgrade later.

It all hinged on his attitude.

Message sent, prep and delivery in three days.

Ling Ru took another slip, activated it softly. "Sister, Liu Zichu is fine. Don't worry."

Sent; another slip dulled.

Wasteful for one line, but she wouldn't burden her sister with details—just that the scum lived.

Messages out, she thought of Liu Zichu.

Hope he changes. For her family... and himself.

Then a faint bitter tang lingered on her tongue—Liu Zichu's semen residue.

His cock...

Fingers brushed her red lips. How long since she'd sucked another's dick without restraint... or consent? Just those few men, thrusting casually like pissing on the ground.

Thinking of his cock led to his muscles.

Undressing him had shocked her. Not top-tier ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for cultivators, but this scum built a solid physique in half a year? Required massive willpower.

No food on the mountain; self-sufficient. Impressive.

She couldn't know the system tricked him into thinking it tested his talent. He gritted through daily, fearing it'd ditch him for poor aptitude.

Liu Zichu was still buzzing with excitement. He didn't know how Auntie'd deliver, but she'd said it—he trusted. Three days? Easy.

"Can't waste these three days," he mused. Undoubtedly, her favor was up—she'd even blown him.

Thinking of it, his hand drifted south. Her mouth's pleasure lingered deliciously. Shame he hadn't watched.

Would there be another chance?

To plunge his cock into her mouth again, he had to raise favor more.

He mentally dissed the system. "Big system like you, no favor meter?"

If her panel showed favor, he'd gauge her actions better—no more chickening out.

Liu Zichu froze. He'd joked, and it existed?

"Activate it?" he tested.

System went silent minutes. He thought it'd crashed.

Then ding.

Liu Zichu blinked, incredulous. This buggy system so compliant?

He checked tasks first—some newbie ones tied to fucking prostitutes. No girls before, all zero progress.

Auntie's blowjob—did it count? Was she a prostitute now?

No changes—except mouth (7/10).

That task was cum in house prostitutes' mouths. So 7ml from Auntie's blowjob?

He vaguely recalled from biology class: men shoot 2-6ml. He'd hit 7? Her mouth was that good.

Regrettable—10ml would've completed it. No coins yet.

At 2-6ml per load, he'd need two rounds each hole.

Thrilling resolve: Get another blowjob soon. For task and pleasure.

Progress confirmed: System counted Auntie as prostitute.

But wait—recruitment tasks unchanged.

【Prostitutes: Recruit at least 20 (1/20)】 counted her.

Yet grades: zero.

Perplexed, he asked mentally: "System, what's up? You dissing my auntie? She's gorgeous—why no progress?"

Grades unknown, but her looks? D-Grade at worst? No way.

Liu Zichu: "..."

Forgot that.

Her panel: 【Prostitute Grade】 Unrated.

"How to rate?" Auntie deserved A-Grade—10 coins!

"Why not rate?"

Liu Zichu: "..." My fault?

Not automatic? "Rate my auntie now!"

Minute later: ding.

Liu Zichu jolted, then ecstatic. Like this? Auntie A-Grade!

Looks, body, cultivator—had to be.

Now 【A-Grade: 1/1】 complete. 10 coins!

He claimed instantly. Next: 【Experience 1 service + feedback (0/1)】.

Frowning—blowjob was service, right? Why not done?

"And give guidance"—that why?

Tell Auntie her suck was great but needs work? Suicide.

Three days then—crew comes, fuck one, done.

Skipped mall, opened prostitute list: Auntie's panel.

Mostly same, but top changed.

6 favor? Blinked. "So-so"?

Probably out of 100. Fine upgrade from imagined negative hundreds—"kill on sight."

Satisfied—room to grow.

Checked recent sex: Same pre-Chun Xue Cheng—11 orgasms, 16 creampies from four cocks.

Blowjob didn't count as sex.

Overall pleased. Opened mall—new stuff.

Gasped. Huan Chu Dan 780?!

Prize entry shocked him, but price? Arts were 50—cultivation stuff—yet this gulf?

Underestimated it. Good Auntie ate it—consolation.

Her favor 6 post-780-coin pill? Original negative massive.

10 coins now. Powders at 3 each.

Yang Tonic: Obvious. Needed? All men want stronger dick, but with 6 favor? No pussy access.

Aphrodisiac: Same. Aphro on cultivator Auntie? Risk favor drop.

Body Forge Powder... Grit teeth, bought one.

Don't blow all—test first.

3 coins deducted, item in inventory.

Extracted: Tiny powder packet.

Opened: Fingertip-sized amount. Stingy system.

Folded corner, gulped with water, swished mouth—no waste.

Warmth spread from belly, energizing every inch. Comfortable.

Passed quick. No change? Flexed—no novel protagonist crackles.

"System, expired? No reaction."

Fists clenched—strong from training. Not powder.

Slightly stronger? 100 to 101? Pitiful.

Dosage too low? Entry-level, subtle ok.

Buy two more? Nothing else to spend. Did—1 coin left.

Two more: Clearer heat, urge to vent.

Fist: Definite gain. Small, real.

Better than fakes. Three packs noticeable—what of 20-30?

Excited. Muscles itching—not sex, like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠training highs.

Early morning still. From dawn meet to blowjob—short time.

Downstairs, sprinted Beilu Street.

Elsewhere, crazy early runner = nut. Here? Empty.

Full sprint, max vent.

Third floor, Ling Ru heard, peered out. Where's he going?

Liu Zichu dashing madly.

She knew he'd trained lately, but never this wild.

Too fierce + drug: Overheated, stripped shirt, kept running.

Ling Ru eyed the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fit youth...

Body... different subtly?

Not sure. Maybe her changing view.

Rationalized, ignored. Sat cross-legged, meditating cultivation.