Cause and Effect
Liu Zichu finally descended the mountain, his heart pounding with excitement.
Thanks to the Brothel Management System, his half year of grueling training had forged a sturdy, muscular frame. Paired with his natural height and decent looks, he now cut a truly imposing, handsome figure.
But it was all for naught—he was broke, clad in the plainest roughspun cloth. Liu Zichu worried that in this state, taking over the shop the system had given him would be a nightmare. Forget recruiting courtesans; even basic renovations would be impossible.
As a modern man strolling ancient streets he'd only seen in TV dramas, Liu Zichu felt like a total hick in the big city, gawking at everything.
Passersby eyed his shabby clothes and pegged him for a pauper. Yet his ripped build and healthy glow suggested otherwise—which broke family could afford to feed someone like that?
So when he asked for directions, some grew annoyed but still pointed him the way. Before long, he'd reached Chunxue City's Beilu Street No. 77.
He'd braced for the worst—a decrepit dump, a total wreck waiting for him to fix.
But standing at the entrance, he froze. It was a complete shop—that was the only word for it. No missing doors or windows; hell, it was a three-story building.
A three-floor shop spanning roughly a thousand square meters—about the size of a decent restaurant. More than enough for a brothel.
No signboard hung above, the door stood half-open, and not a single sparrow chirped nearby. Liu Zichu found it perfectly logical.
Beilu Street was Chunxue City's outermost fringe.
And No. 77 was the most godforsaken spot on that forsaken street. So remote that from entering Beilu Street to here, he'd barely seen a soul.
The place felt abandoned. Neighboring shops shuttered tight, the few locals who appeared wore poverty like a badge.
"Heh."
Liu Zichu rolled his eyes. System, you magnificent bastard.
The shop itself was solid, no issues there. But the location? "Not a single bird shits here" nailed it.
Opening a brothel in this? For who? Who'd even show up?
He'd seen plenty entering the city—Chunxue was bustling, with two brothels right near the gates doing land-office business.
Yet the system dumped him in this wasteland. What a joke.
Liu Zichu inwardly cursed the system for screwing him over, then stepped inside. Whatever—might as well check it out. Modern smarts plus his family's business savvy? A little brothel like this? Piece of cake.
Right at the door sat a stunning woman behind the counter. She wore a rose-red gauzy skirt, shoulders half-bared, full breasts spilling into deep cleavage. Raven hair cascaded over her shoulders, her face exquisitely refined, sparkling gemstone earrings dangling from her lobes. Gorgeous.
Liu Zichu's first live ancient beauty—sexy, aloof. His eyes went wide, a bit dazed.
But he frowned at the sight of her.
The cool beauty's delicate brows furrowed as he entered. She sized up his rags, a flicker of disdain in her eyes, her expression perpetually icy.
That scorn and chill soured his first impression. And what was this? His system shop—why was she here?
Before he could speak, the aloof beauty spoke in a voice utterly devoid of warmth: "You're on time. Let's get this over with. Don't waste my time going back."
Liu Zichu frowned—total gibberish. Her voice was lovely, but the tone? Pure ice, laced with disgust.
"Who the hell are you? What're you doing here?"
She frowned too, like his words had irked her, her chest rising and falling. "Pretending you don't know me?"
Her tone stayed flat and cold, disgust plain in her eyes.
Her slender fingers tugged her collar low, baring swaths of creamy breast, then delved into her cleavage to fish out a small cloth pouch.
She tossed it onto the counter, her voice chillier still: "One hundred silver notes and twenty silver coins. Do what you want with them."
"Your sister begged me to help you for a bit. Ask if you're clueless. But don't expect advice—trash like you will blow this scrap of inheritance anyway." Her gaze dripped icy contempt as she continued tonelessly: "I'll stick around fifteen days to honor her request. After that, live or die—your problem."
Her words dripped disdain the whole time, but packed a info bomb.
Liu Zichu blinked, stupefied. Sister? I transmigrated—since when do I have family here?
Confusing as hell, but the outcome seemed decent. Sounded like this "sister" sent her to help launch the brothel. Perfect—he was clueless, so she could handle renos and hiring.
But her blatant hostility screamed half-assed help at best. Contempt oozed from every word; she'd bail after fifteen days, consequences be damned.
Liu Zichu mulled it over coolly. Big red flags here. He mentally screamed for the system: Explain! Background story—at least that!
After spamming it, the system actually pinged.
Memory recovery in progress... Recovery complete.
"Huh? What recovery?"
Liu Zichu blinked in confusion as his head throbbed. Then a torrent of alien memories flooded in.
Always figured body transmigration—the build matched his old one, woke buck-naked in that mountain shack, even the goods downstairs identical to pre-crossing.
But these memories revealed soul transmigration—to a parallel him, practically.
Original owner: also Liu Zichu, hopeless scum, perverted princeling.
Liu family: wealthy powerhouse in Wei Qing City. Born into that, he drowned in vice—especially lust.
How lustful? Raped his wet nurse's daughter, then blackmailed the nurse—forty-plus—to suckle him, kneel for blowjobs, or he'd keep railing the girl in front of her.
Heaven's truth, he got hard for a woman that age.
Dozens of bedwarmers—not just for fucking. Humiliated them: lewd outfits, crawling, lapping from dog bowls, whipped asses for fun.
Bold as brass: teased sisters, strutted yard bare-cocked to flash them.
Spy on aunt's baths? Nah—sister's. Fucked maids at the door for moans to carry, then burst in mid-thrust.
Notorious bully: spot pretty girl, stuff cash in dad's pocket, yell "selling daughter!", abduct, rape. Bore? Hand to thugs, discard post-gangbang.
Liu clout scared off cops. Prepaid "fair trade."
Daughters ruined either way—cases fizzled.
Grandpa thrashed the waste, but he'd simmer days then escalate. "Reform"? Just brothel binges.
Memories restored, modern morals recoiled—he'd kill this scum himself.
Maids for master's pleasure? Fine, their lot. But civilian girls? Abduct, abuse, gang-rape—many suicided from shame.
Death sentence.
And family fixation—pervy stallion. Multiple near-misses binding sisters for tears and whimpers.
Sisters and aunt. Bath crashes? Rape fantasies.
Three wives; he first wife's kid. Third aunt: young, hot. Cum-tea prank—she new, drank wary. Told her, dick-slapped face, forced BJ. She fled raging.
No punishment; she hushed. Emboldened gropes, kisses, ass-boob grabs.
Craved her pussy but feared snitching.
Liu Zichu shook his head. Scum. Why me? Lifelong stains.
Now it clicked: icy beauty's loathing. Original knew her.
Ling Ru, thirty-ish, mother's sister—little aunt.
Fuck. Hot aunt? Scum lusted: verbal teases, grope attempts.
Fucked maids on her path—screams, deliberate dick-pulls to show off.
Her hate? Earned. But sister's boy.
Mother Ling Ce tried beatings, scoldings—backfired.
Then disaster: raped virgin—gory deflowering, tossed to thugs. Ruined holes, whip-bites; suicided at gates.
Witnessed by top-tier cultivator—sky-sworded gates: "Liu family rebel deserves heaven's wrath."
Liu experts outmatched—no interference.
Memory blanks—terror.
Family cut losses: mountain exile, half-year reflection. Pass? Shop in Chunxue, scraps—disowned.
Shithole shop? Death sentence.
Past clear: Chunxue speck vs. Wei Qing. Lust-brothel talk? Family prepped permits.
Task family-assigned? System wtf?
Half-year prior: fresh exile, array-trapped, rages, starved in five days.
End of memories—modern Liu lightning-fried, soul-jumped in.
Starved to death... corner twitched. Explains arrival hunger-madness.
Truth out; mystery system latched on.
No-leave rule: array, not system. Farm/build: starve-proof.
"So system, why the brutal workouts? Hundreds pushups, squats, mountain laps daily? You nuts?"
Mental roast—no heart expected from glitch.
But ping.
The host must exhibit the facade of genuine reflection and effort.
Liu Zichu: "..."
Silence, then epiphany: Liu surveillance.
Sharp as ever—half-year verdict? Aunt waiting? Watched.
Chill hit. Half year under eyes—including jerk sessions, bored cum-tasting...
No privacy!
Finally, mental yell: "I busted my ass training—you call it a facade?"