The Lottery Draw and Shocking Revelations
Liu Zichu stared at the panel, his mind reeling. "System, did you glitch out or something? My aunt isn't that kind of woman."
Data detection in progress... Check complete. No anomalies detected.
Liu Zichu: "..."
He swallowed hard, his eyes glued to his aunt's panel with renewed intensity.
Holy shit, his aunt looked so aloof and stunning on the surface, yet seven cocks had already been inside her? Seven! Did his uncle even know about this?
Wait, did he even have an uncle?
Liu Zichu rummaged through the original owner's memories—no mention of an uncle anywhere. But that wasn't the point. The real shocker was his aunt's stats. They'd terrified him.
Deflowered at 14, now 30—that meant 16 years of getting fucked by seven men a total of 1,032 times...
The number sounded insane at first glance, but averaged out, it was just over 60 times a year. Barely once every five or six days...
From a modern guy's perspective, that was pathetic. Practically celibate.
If that was all, Liu Zichu might've figured she'd cycled through seven partners over those 16 years. Seven was a bit much, sure, but even a woman like his aunt could run into scumbags.
But the later stats told a different story. Things weren't that simple.
For starters, her most recent sexual activity was five days ago—day four since he'd arrived in Chunxue City. Meaning, the day before she got here, she'd been fucking... and with four men?
Four cocks pounding her for eight straight hours, making her cum 11 times?
That line had scared him the most.
Who could've believed it? His own aunt, gangbanged by four guys at once? And the system detailed it: her pussy creampied 6 times, asshole 3 times, mouth 4 times, face glazed 3 times. Four men, averaging four loads each on or in her?
Liu Zichu did the math in his head. Ignoring the facials and oral, that was 9 creampies total between pussy and ass... but 11 orgasms. So...
She'd been cumming before they even finished? What kind of body did she have?
His heart raced, the original owner's buried lust for her body surging stronger than ever.
He didn't want those memories messing with him, but this wasn't influence—this aunt of his was a total slut.
Look at her lifetime tally: 1,032 sessions. God knows how many involved multiple cocks at once.
He'd initially thought 1,032 meant 1,032 individual fucks. But no—the panel showed 7 partners across 1,032 sessions. Sessions, not times.
That last one? Four guys, eight hours, 16 loads inside and out, 11 orgasms—one session.
How many of her 1,032 were orgies like that? Or even all seven cocks railing her for over a dozen hours?
The thought sent chills down his spine.
And her three holes... Only 1,032 sessions, but pussy creampied 5,341 times, asshole 6,775 times, mouth 4,116 times. Total: 16,232 creampies.
Liu Zichu was sharp; the calculations flew through his mind. He sucked in a cold breath.
1,032 sessions, but 16,232 creampies. That's over 15 loads per session across pussy, ass, and mouth.
15 creampies in one go? No single man could manage that. If it was always seven guys, each would've dumped twice. Five guys? Three loads apiece.
He had no clue who or how many per time, but undeniable: his aunt wasn't the prim ice queen she seemed. What proper lady fucked multiple men every five or six days and let them dump load after load?
He sorted the data mentally, piecing together her sexual history.
Ling Ru: deflowered at 14, fucked by 7 men total by 30.
1,032 sessions lifetime, ~64/year, once every 5-6 days, each with 1-7 men.
16,232 creampies, ~15-16 per session. Reasonable guess: she loved gangbangs.
Ass creampied most (6,775), pussy next (5,341), mouth least (4,116). So, ass-fucking was her thing? Or those seven guys just preferred her backdoor?
He'd been fixated on her huge tits—original owner's influence. But her ass was plump and perky. Grabbing those cheeks and slamming into her asshole? Probably felt amazing.
His emotions churned. Hard to look his frosty aunt in the eye now.
And titjobs? Footjobs? Licking four guys' asses 57 times?
Hiss...
Compared to 16,000+ creampies from seven men, 57 ass-lickings seemed minor.
But rimjobs? Imagining that cold, glamorous face buried in a guy's crack, tongue darting out... the contrast was insane.
Liu Zichu suddenly found the system eerie. Not as straightforward as it seemed.
It cataloged her entire sex life down to exact times and counts—stuff even she probably forgot. Especially that last session: pure surveillance footage.
Fitting for a Brothel Management System.
Then the prostitute rating: unrated. Made sense—she wasn't a hooker, no clients. Prostitute titles probably unlocked after enough johns.
Lewdness level: Intermediate? Intermediate slut...
Liu Zichu pondered. Intermediate baseline? Low, mid, high made sense.
With her wild history, he got it: she was horny, loved sex and cum, but not extremely so—seven men total wasn't pornstar territory.
So what now? Knowing she was a slut changed nothing.
Blackmail her? She'd kill him on the spot.
She'd actually do it. No joke.
"Fuck!"
He slapped himself hard. The original owner deserved death—that scum's end was merciful. Now this fine young man had to take the fall. No justice.
But the pot was glued on; no shaking it. Time to mourn himself.
"Wait." A thought struck him. "System, don't I have a lottery draw?"
He remembered: newbie task done, lottery unlocked, untouched.
Ding! Host has 1 lottery draw opportunity. Proceed?
"Yes, draw now."
Excitement bubbled. Lottery—what goodies in this buggy system's pool? Cash would be ideal; a few thousand taels and the brothel was set.
The "lottery screen" hit: panel cleared, replaced by a frenzy of scrolling danmaku—dense, blinding barrage, words illegible.
Like peak-hour anime streams back home, but faster, unreadable.
Eye twitched. Classic lottery gimmick, but kinda fun.
He focused mentally on a spot. Stop!
His target drifted away; a new one slid in.
Fine, super speed meant hit-or-miss.
Barrage froze, leaving one: Huan Chu Dan.
Liu Zichu blinked. "The fuck? Huan Chu Dan?"
He knew Great Return Pills, Yang Restoration Pills—what ghost was this?
Ding! Congratulations, host! Acquired Huan Chu Dan. Inventory unlocked. Please check. Extract anytime.
Panel shifted back; new icon: Inventory.
Previously just tasks, girls, mall. Now items.
He opened it: thumbnail of a thumb-tip-sized red pill. Focus revealed details.
◈ Type: Special Effect
◈ Target: Women
◈ Effect: Nourishes both yin orifices, removes pigmentation, repairs wear. Restores pussy and asshole to virgin-like tightness and beauty. Mild skin-moisturizing and beautifying effects.
Liu Zichu: "..."
Heh, classic you, buggy system. This pill... wild.
Cold sweat. Literal read: woman's pill. Nourishes "both yin"—pussy and ass, right?
Removes pigmentation, repairs damage. Makes them tight, pretty as a virgin's?
Bonus skin glow-up?
If it worked as advertised, priceless. Sell it, brothel funded.
Nah, abandoned idea. Sell to who? No connections. And "pussy-tightening miracle pill" from a ragtag nobody? They'd laugh him off as a lunatic.
Wait—sell to auntie!
His heart skipped. Auntie... his aunt, averaging 1,000+ creampies a year...
Her pussy and ass hammered like that...
She was gorgeous, sure, but beauty didn't mean tight holes.
High mileage? Pigmentation, looseness inevitable.
And her slutty nature—gangbangs, begging for multiple loads. Did she miss that fresh, pink tightness? Or feel bored by small dicks post-big-cock stretch?
Excitement stirred. Viable hook—she needed this.
Sell it: "Auntie, this tightens your pussy back to virgin perfection."
She'd smile coldly and slap him to paste.
Chill ran down his spine. Needed a plan—subtlety or death.
And... that icy beauty hiding a cum-dump body, cumming harder than creampied... He swallowed, cock throbbing. Slutty. Wanna fuck her.
Not just original owner's ghost—he wanted her now. Stats fanned the flames. Pass up that pussy? Waste.
Hand over his bulging crotch, he hunched awkwardly. Better than tenting on the street.
He wandered Chunxue City's streets, mind drifting to her filthy stats, imagining his loads added.
If he fucked her, partners jump to 8? Kinda thrilling.
No rushing home—her anger still hot. Evening at least.
For the plan, prep meticulously. That pill was his shot at thawing her view of him.
Not dreaming she'd spread for it—that was fantasy.
Just... stop her murder urges.
Others threatened death jokingly. His aunt? She'd deliver. Fix relations or die mysteriously.