Chapter 9: Auntie's Favorability Grind Pays Off
Liu Zichu racked his brains furiously. Should he admit it? Admit that he was a transmigrator?
Theoretically speaking, the Liu Zichu that Ling Ru knew was already dead. And Liu Zichu himself felt that that scum deserved to die ten thousand deaths—starving to death was too merciful; he should have been hacked to pieces.
But no, his soul had transmigrated into this body. What could he do? Nothing at all.
So should he admit it?
What would happen if he did? Ling Ru would learn that her scumbag nephew was dead, replaced by a new soul?
Put himself in her shoes—if he were Ling Ru, would he believe such nonsense? No way in hell.
Even if she did believe it, and accepted that her scumbag nephew was gone, would she accept this outsider puppeteering his body?
What then? Who knew? Too many uncontrollable variables.
She might kill him, or let him go. She might try to exorcise him from the body, or force him to atone in Liu Zichu's place.
Too many possibilities. He couldn't risk it.
So the safe play was to keep the truth hidden, right?
Liu Zichu felt deeply wronged. Transmigrating once was rare enough—why land in a body like this? Why shoulder the crimes of such a monster? It was so damn unfair.
Riding that wave of grievance, Liu Zichu opened his eyes. He squeezed a tear from the corner of his eye, letting it slide down his cheek. In a tone of utter defeat, he said, "I'm not Liu Zichu."
Ling Ru's hands clenched into fists instinctively, her gaze locked on him like daggers.
Liu Zichu looked heartbroken, on the verge of despair. "Auntie, I told you, I'm not the old Liu Zichu anymore. I've really realized my mistakes, but no one believes me."
"Auntie, do you know? On the fifth day up the mountain, I didn't know anything. I nearly starved to death. I collapsed on the ground, and all my old privileges, my arrogance, everything from before—it couldn't help me at all."
"Auntie, do you know? It was only when I was on the brink of starvation that I realized I was wrong."
"If I wasn't wrong, why did I end up like this?"
"If I wasn't wrong, why couldn't I even get a bite to eat?"
"Auntie, I regret it so much—the old me."
"So that day, I told myself: Liu Zichu is dead."
"I told myself I'd died, but been reborn."
"Auntie, I know what a piece of trash the old me was."
"But Auntie, I've already died once."
"I'm not trying to excuse my crimes."
"I'm not trying to dodge the consequences."
"But..."
"Why..."
"Why won't you believe me?"
"Why won't you give me one chance to change?"
By now, Liu Zichu was genuinely crying from the injustice. He desperately wanted Auntie to give him that chance.
But he knew better. The Liu family had given that "chance" too many times before—over and over, endlessly. And it never worked.
Still, he felt so wronged. He was innocent! He wasn't that scum! He'd even braced himself to take the blame. He just needed one shot to prove it.
Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.
In his inherited memories, this world's Liu Zichu was beyond redemption. Even on the verge of starvation, his mind brimmed with venomous resentment.
He hated his father for abandoning him here. He hated the mountain array for trapping him. He hated his useless cronies for not rescuing him. He even hated that girl—not just for getting fucked once, but for bawling about it after his men gang-raped her. "Screaming her lungs out, the cheap bitch..." He hated her for dying right at his family doorstep instead of farther away.
That Liu Zichu was irredeemable, worthy of a thousand cuts.
Precisely because he'd absorbed those memories, Liu Zichu understood. He didn't blame Auntie for her distrust, for denying him chances.
All he felt was suffocating grievance, a loneliness with no outlet.
Because no matter what he did, it was pointless. No one would believe him. A wave of helplessness crashed over him.
Maybe just give up. Let it shatter. I'm cursed—transmigrating into a scum like this. Even if I confessed, they'd just call it the scum's desperate lie.
Liu Zichu was utterly heartbroken.
And Ling Ru saw it all.
She couldn't tell—truly couldn't discern truth from lies.
Chances? She'd given too many already.
But his words: he'd died once.
Ling Ru remembered—half a year ago, days after Liu Zichu was exiled, her sister had wailed in agony.
Yes, the servant had reported his death confirmed. Starved to death—no survival skills, scavenging nothing, even eating dirt.
Her sister shattered. After that, Ling Ru stopped caring.
Then one day, news: the scum lived.
He'd awakened, dug roots, stripped bark, scoured the mountain. Word was, he'd even shoved bugs into his mouth.
A scourge lasts a millennium, she'd thought.
But now...
Recalling his words, seeing those sorrowful tears.
"But Auntie, I've already died once."
"Why won't you give me one chance to change?"
Those lines echoed in her mind, finally crumbling some inner wall.
Ling Ru extended a finger, pressing it to Liu Zichu's brow.
Liu Zichu felt something enter his body. He shuddered—still couldn't move...
Liu Zichu: "..."
What the hell?
Ling Ru's voice rang out: "Liu Zichu."
"Auntie?"
She leaned down slowly, her eyes drawing nearer to his face. Her breasts dangled from her collar, nearly spilling out.
Liu Zichu's eyes widened at the sight. Just as those jade orbs threatened to leap free, she paused, staring at him.
Closest they'd ever been. So near, he drank in her beauty perfectly.
Maybe thanks to that pill, Ling Ru was breathtaking, stirring his breath ragged.
His gaze lingered on her vermilion lips—soft, plush. If my cock slipped in there...
He tried shaking his head, but couldn't. He squeezed his eyes shut, but Ling Ru parted her lips softly: "Your cock's hard again. Because of me?"
Liu Zichu: "..."
He dared not answer, didn't know how.
"Speak," Ling Ru commanded coldly.
Liu Zichu despaired. He'd just poured his soul out—why won't you believe me?—and now, one glimpse of her face hardened him again. What explanation left?
Tragic, he admitted: "Yes... but Auntie, you're truly beautiful. I..."
Ling Ru's hand pressed to his chest.
Feeling that softness, Liu Zichu realized—he was naked.
Holy shit, no wonder my bro stood tall unhindered. Auntie stripped me...
His heart hammered against her palm. Glancing sideways at his throbbing erection, she said: "You want to fuck me. Your cock's hard, wanting to plunge into my body, right?"
Blood surged to his groin.
Liu Zichu noticed: whenever his bro got feisty, he wilted. Only when bro softened could he toughen up.
One sentence from Auntie, and bro raged full mast. What now?
But her icy stare—he couldn't lie. Deny it? With this hard-on?
In his mind, he nodded. Aloud: "Yes, I want to fuck Auntie, but... I really don't mean it that way. I..."
He tried excusing, but words failed. Everything worth saying was said.
Hearing his confession, Ling Ru closed her eyes, avoiding his aggrieved, anxious face. She couldn't parse real from fake.
Opening them again, gaze still frosty: "Mouth, hand, breasts. Choose."
"What?"
Liu Zichu blurted, blinking. Did I hallucinate?
Ice-cold repetition: "Mouth, hand, breasts. Choose."
Liu Zichu: "..."
Mouth! Hand! Breasts?! What bold fantasy?
Under her chill command, he blurted: "Mouth!"
Eyes bulging, he stared at her face—watching, watching... Then she vanished from view, hand lifting from his chest.
Liu Zichu: "..."
Anticipation mixed with terror. But next instant, his body stiffened. His bro—his raging cock—felt bliss, like boneless fingers caressing.
The... bold fantasy... was real...
Liu Zichu gawked.
Then warmth enveloped him. Something hot neared, then soft flesh wrapped tight. His glans suckled rhythmically, surrounded by yielding warmth, a tongue gliding over the tip.
"Ah..."
He groaned uncontrollably. Too good—unbelievable. Auntie was blowjobbing him, sucking his cock with her mouth...
Ecstasy. He nearly teared up—not just his dick in her mouth, but her, who loathed and distrusted him, servicing him orally.
He knew nothing of her turbulent heart, but this act proved she believed him.
Or rather, she was giving Liu Zichu one more chance.
Nothing mattered more. With that, he'd prove himself.
And... Auntie's mouth felt amazing...
Ah... couldn't hold—5177 blowjobs, 4116 creampies in that mouth. Sucking him so perfectly.
His eyes glazed.
This body had fucked plenty; he shared the memories.
But memories weren't experience. His last lay: middle school grad vacation, banging that senior—then she vanished, busted for prostitution.
Junior high, high school, college, post-grad—no women near.
Now, cock-pleasure again. Millions of times better than jerking.
In the room, by the bed.
Liu Zichu lay naked, legs splayed, immobile.
At the foot, Ling Ru braced between his thighs, bent low. Her lips engulfed his cock deep, sucking, tongue frictioning, sliding. She lifted, lips clamping the shaft, bobbing—fucking her mouth on him.
His cock: thick, long. He'd flaunted it confidently.
Mortal limits, though.
Ling Ru compared silently—smaller by a girth. No matter.
She slid it out, glans emerging lip by lip. Then down again, stretching her lips slowly.
"Auntie! Auntie!"
This technique—bliss overload. He wouldn't last. Terrifying mouth—why fewest creampies among her holes, when it felt this good?
Is her pussy or ass even better?
Ignoring his cries, Ling Ru pistoned at her rhythm.
Savoring his unique taste—unlike her accustomed rods.
Why this choice?
Downstairs, she'd probed to expose him—failed; he fainted.
Now, believing the "reborn" him, granting a chance, she asked again, offered options. He picked mouth; she dove in unhesitatingly.
Why... do this?
Maybe... to soothe his tears.
Anyway, one chance only.
Full belief this time—until disappointment, until his loathsome nature resurfaced. Then she'd end him herself.
"Auntie, I'm cumming! Can't hold!!"
Liu Zichu roared awkwardly. Cock too blissful, her mouth too skilled—unendurable.
Actually, pre-shout, her face buried in his crotch, pubes crushed by her cheek, glans wedged in her throat.
Final suck—eyes clenched, he erupted.
Cock throbbed against her throat, thick ropes swallowed whole. Her mouth milked in sync, drawing more.
"Ah... so good... Auntie..."
Bliss wracked him. Cock unloaded freely. Wanted to clamp legs, hug her head—but immobile. Just pumped semen into her wet warmth.
Spent, she withdrew slowly.
Fully out, she parted lips—pool of thick white. Her habit: show the owner before swallowing.
But Liu Zichu missed it.
Lips sealed, she tilted back, gulped. Youthful flavor—tasty as ever.
Liu Zichu limp, panting, savoring the afterglow.
He realized: wanting to cradle her head, he'd missed the view—gorgeous face buried between legs, lips working his cock. Erotic perfection.
But unseen. Damn, wasted chance.
Then—he opened the system mentally, pulled Auntie's panel. Sex partners: still 7. Encounters: 1032. Unchanged.
Oral doesn't count as sex?
But below: cocks in mouth, 7 to 8.
Oral creampies: 4116 to 4117.
Liu Zichu drew a deep breath. Impressive system—real-time updates.
His heart fluttered. Finally, his share in Auntie's lewd stats.
If... next chance... could he bump her sex partners with his cock?
Since oral didn't count as sex, only pussy or ass. The thought thrilled him endlessly.