Auntie's Lewd Past

These past three days, Liu Zichu had been incredibly busy.

On the first day, Liu Zichu wandered all over Chun Xue Cheng. During those six months on the mountain, he'd stared at the city every day, eagerly anticipating a chance to explore it firsthand. Walking the ancient, quaint streets that day finally gave him a true sense of having transmigrated—his time on the mountain had felt more like survival in the wilderness.

On the second day, Liu Zichu inquired about all sorts of things in the city. He'd seen the bustling main streets of Chun Xue Cheng, as well as the shadowy back alleys, but he didn't dare venture into those—afraid he might not come out.

On the third day, Liu Zichu brought a team of craftsmen to his rundown shop at number 77.

The craftsmen stared at him like he was an idiot, but once they confirmed the silver he'd given them was real, they got to work with a clatter.

During these three days, Ling Ru never left her room upstairs. She didn't care what Liu Zichu was up to and spent the time meditating and cultivating.

Until today, when the meditating Ling Ru heard the banging and clanging from downstairs. Curious, she came out and saw a bunch of craftsmen bustling around the shop with hammers and saws.

Ling Ru frowned, her eyes turning icy. That scum is dead set on courting death.

She ignored it and returned to her room.

Liu Zichu didn't plan on major renovations—the shop was already three stories tall, built to the specs of a grand inn. A change in decor style, and it'd be perfect for a brothel.

Most importantly, he needed to hang a signboard and name the brothel, as the system required.

So, the building's overall look gradually shifted from its former inn-like grandeur to something adorned with pink fabrics and flowers. And crucially, a signboard went up.

For the brothel's name... Liu Zichu's first thought was Li Chun Yuan, since it was so iconic, but Chun Xue Cheng really had one already.

So, Liu Zichu had the craftsmen inscribe "Chunxiao Pavilion" on the signboard.

A brothel was just a kiln, after all—fitting name.

And so, Liu Zichu's brothel, Chunxiao Pavilion, was officially established.

On the fourth day, a plainly dressed middle-aged woman walked into Chunxiao Pavilion's doors, and Liu Zichu hurried to greet her.

This woman was a resident of Bei Lu Jie. Liu Zichu told her he wanted to hire her as the brothel's madam—no real work, just sit there. Pay was daily, one silver coin a day.

The woman was skeptical at first—too good to be true—but once she held the real silver, she was overjoyed. Money for sitting? What a saint!

As for being a madam, that didn't matter. The saint said if anyone asked, just say she was the brothel's madam.

So Liu Zichu spent another silver coin to hire an old man, dragged him into the kitchen, tossed two cabbages into a basket, and said, "Old timer, take the money. You're now the chef here. What? You can't cook? No problem, just sit there. I'm the boss—if I say you're the chef, you are."

Then Liu Zichu asked the system again: "System, task complete?"

The system's emotionless feminine voice seemed to carry a strange ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fluctuation before replying to keep trying.

Liu Zichu wasn't discouraged. Did he need enforcers? Nah. What for?

Pimps? Maybe, since the madam couldn't do it all.

But pimps guide clients to rooms—Liu Zichu could handle that himself.

So he hired himself as the pimp and paid himself a silver coin salary.

When he asked if the task was done, the system fell into an eerie silence. It had never imagined Liu Zichu pulling something like this.

Noticing the silence, Liu Zichu knew his plan worked.

Thrilled, he rushed to the door, lit the prepared firecrackers, tossed them out, and shouted, "Chunxiao Pavilion, open for business!"

Firecrackers exploded with a crackle.

The shout and bangs naturally alerted Ling Ru upstairs. Her stunning, icy face twisted in disgust and cold disdain. What nonsense is that scum up to now?

Heading downstairs, she saw a middle-aged woman in the lobby—clearly a poor commoner. Puzzled, she couldn't help asking, "You are...?"

The woman jumped at the sight of such a beauty, stammering, "I... I-I-I'm... the madam here..."

Ling Ru: "..."

Ling Ru: "???"

Stunned for a moment, she turned to Liu Zichu, who was spacing out at the door, and snapped, "Liu Zichu, what are you doing?"

Liu Zichu flashed a mysterious smile—he'd clearly heard the system in his mind:

Liu Zichu wanted to throw his hands on his hips and laugh maniacally. Just as he'd planned—business didn't matter, opening did. Who cares about service quality? It was open!

Before he could check the new tasks, Ling Ru's cold shout snapped him back. He turned with a sheepish grin. "Heh heh, Auntie, just opening for business."

"Opening?" Black lines faintly appeared on Ling Ru's forehead. Opening what, out of nowhere?

Wait—she glanced at the middle-aged woman. She'd said she was the madam?

A brothel needed prostitutes and a madam to open, but Liu Zichu hired this for madam?

Utter nonsense. If the madam's like that, were the prostitutes middle-aged hags too?

Ling Ru looked at Liu Zichu with disgust. "Stop this foolishness. Calling an ordinary woman a madam is one thing, but labeling her a prostitute insults her honor."

Liu Zichu looked baffled. "Auntie, you misunderstand. I just invited this lady to sit a bit."

He hurriedly sent the woman off with thanks. She left happily—one silver for sitting? Amazing!

Ling Ru's face darkened as Liu Zichu saw her out, then demanded, "And the others? Who'd you hire as prostitutes?"

Liu Zichu's face stiffened. He didn't answer, just fetched the old man from the kitchen, sent him off, and admitted to Ling Ru there was no one else.

Ling Ru felt baffled, but a spark of anger simmered at his antics. Though she'd given up on this scum, she felt sorry for her sister seeing him like this.

In her icy voice, she said, "You call two randos—even without prostitutes—an opening?"

With that, she turned to leave.

In a panic, Liu Zichu blurted, "We have prostitutes!"

He had to say it. Admitting no prostitutes after opening? The system might revoke it.

But where were they?

Ling Ru turned back puzzled, and Liu Zichu guiltily averted his eyes.

Ling Ru: "..."

Realization dawned. Her beautiful eyes widened in shock, fury, and disbelief. Her eyelid twitched as she enunciated, "The prostitute you mean... is ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me?"

Liu Zichu silently looked away, not daring to speak.

Yes—the brothel needed prostitutes, so he'd told the system Ling Ru was one at Chunxiao Pavilion.

The system had to accept: Wasn't Ling Ru in his brothel? Helping him? So if the boss said she was a prostitute, what was wrong? He'd even set her a one-tael monthly salary—unpaid yet.

The system was speechless but completed the task.

But frost covered Ling Ru's face, nearly freezing the room. Outrageous! Lawless scum treating her as his prostitute—and opening shop?

She wanted to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠crack his skull open and see what filled that scum's brain.

Liu Zichu knew he was screwed, but it was the cheapest way—one tael two coins total, and that tael unpaid.

Not time for accounts, though. He bolted—Auntie really hit hard, and with her disgust plus rage, she might kill him.

Best tactic: run. She wouldn't beat him on the street, right? Not to death, anyway. Apologize later when she cooled off.

As expected, by the time Ling Ru reached the door, Liu Zichu was a distant speck—six months of system-forced mountain sprints paid off.

Ling Ru's slender white fingers snapped off a chunk of doorframe, rage barely contained.

Prostitute? That scum called me a prostitute?

Scum was scum—true colors unchanged. If not for her sister, she'd slap him dead.

Liu Zichu ran far, glanced back—no pursuit. He sighed in relief. Terrifying—brushed death's door.

Then euphoria hit. Wandering aimlessly, he eagerly checked new tasks in his mind.

The newbie tasks at bottom unchanged, but the initial slot now held several tasks. Even panels shifted, with report-like data.

Liu Zichu blinked at the prostitute count, feeling guilty. The system really counted Auntie as one.

Below the data: latest tasks.

Liu Zichu swallowed hard after reading the four tasks. It felt like playing a management sim.

But these... impossible right now.

Heart sinking—hell-mode start.

Then he noticed the (1/20) on recruitment. Auntie really counted as a prostitute.

What now? He dreaded going back— she'd skin him alive. Definitely.

Shivering, but curiosity struck: prostitute list. Since he had one...

He opened it mentally.

Previously empty, now: Prostitute—Ling Ru.

Detailed stats below made Liu Zichu's scalp tingle, his cock twitching traitorously.

Liu Zichu: "..."

Liu Zichu: "..."

Liu Zichu: "..."

"Holy shit!"

Liu Zichu stood frozen in shock, ignoring the weird looks from passersby on the street. He was genuinely stunned.

This... real? His aunt—that icy beauty, flower-like visage, bad temper, and seeming powerhouse—had such a savage sexual history?