Chapter 6: Newbie Mission

After understanding the situation, Liu Ruoxi checked her personal panel again. There were still a few things she didn't understand.

Player: Liu Ruoxi Class: Bitch (inactive) Age: 36 Build: Height 172 cm, bust 36E, waist 60 cm, hips 104 cm. Human-world background: President of the Yadilan Group, holding 51% of the shares, married, mother of one son and one daughter.

Bound controller: Yang Haoran Shame level: 0 Points: 0 Game Shop (viewable).

When her eyes skimmed over the bitch class, Liu Ruoxi's gaze turned cold, but she said nothing and kept reading until she saw her bound controller, Yang Haoran, and stopped.

“Controller? What does that mean?”

Seeing that the bound controller was her own son, Liu Ruoxi had a bad feeling.

“The player's bound controller is the target of the player's quests. Every task in the game is closely tied to the controller the player belongs to.”

“Why Haoran?”

The ominous feeling in Liu Ruoxi's heart grew stronger. After learning what kind of pervert this game was, she already knew its tasks would not be anything decent. But now they were tied to her son, and she could not help tensing up.

Of course Barbarossa knew why it was Yang Haoran, but the in-game rules forbade it from telling the player that, so it made something up: “Player Liu Ruoxi, because he is your son, the bound controller is him.”

By the end, Barbarossa revealed its true nature and said with a sly tone, “This should be fun, shouldn't it?”

Hearing Barbarossa's answer, Liu Ruoxi's brow furrowed even more. She felt those words were not the truth, but she could not think of any more reasonable explanation.

And given her initial understanding of the game, this did fit its style.

“What about the game tasks?”

After saying all that, Liu Ruoxi had only ever learned how warped the game was through the class panel. She had never actually seen the task panel.

“Game tasks are triggered by the player. There are currently no active game tasks,” Barbarossa replied.

Hearing that, Liu Ruoxi felt complicated emotions. Part of her wanted to finish the tasks as soon as possible and trade for the Dragon Saliva potion to treat Haoran, while another part of her hoped this evil game would never trigger a task at all.

While Liu Ruoxi was deep in thought, a voice interrupted her.

“Ruoxi, is Haoran doing any better?”

Yang Wenbo frowned as he looked at his wife, who seemed to be lost in thought, and asked.

Liu Ruoxi came back to herself and saw the man standing before her.

He wore a white shirt, looked refined and cultured, and seemed to be in his thirties. He was Yang Haoran's father, Yang Wenbo.

Behind him was a petite student in a school uniform.

The girl was about 160 centimeters tall, and her long glossy hair fell like a waterfall. Her face held the pure, unadorned innocence unique to a student.

Her flawless, delicately tapered face was pure and unblemished, her brows fine and arched, her eyes flowing with soft autumnal light. Her long crescent lashes trembled faintly, making her look delicate and lovely. Beneath her delicate nose was a pair of thin, luscious lips, cherry-red and tempting enough to make one want a bite.

From her snowy swan-like neck downward, the slightly old-fashioned uniform still could not hide her graceful figure. Her slender jade arms, and the budding chest that had already quietly bloomed into full shape, stood proud and full. On closer look, she was at least a D cup; compared with girls her age, she was the very picture of baby-faced, big-breasted beauty.

That was Liu Ruoxi's daughter, Yang Haoran's twin sister, Yang Mengyao.

Having inherited Liu Ruoxi's excellent genes, despite her young age she already showed signs of becoming a stunning beauty, graceful and upright.

At Yulin, she was known as the campus belle.

“Haoran has already woken up. The doctor said he's recovering pretty well.”

Hearing her husband's question, Liu Ruoxi thought it over and decided to keep it from the two of them for now, so she replied lightly.

The couple's relationship had still not thawed after their conflict, and their conversations were icy, as if they were strangers.

Yang Wenbo looked at his cold wife, was silent for a moment, and said nothing more.

He passed Liu Ruoxi, went to his son's ward, turned the handle, and walked in.

The girl behind him followed after him, glanced toward her mother in the corridor, and seeing how haggard she looked, felt bad too.

She knew that although Mom was strict with them in words, in her heart she cared about her and her brother more than anyone.

“Haoran, are you feeling better?”

Yang Wenbo set the fruit he was carrying on the table, bent down, and looked at his son's slightly pale face with concern.

Yang Haoran was lying in the hospital bed, and after making sure his cock was fine, he relaxed and teased, “Dad, if you'd been any later, you wouldn't have seen your precious son.”

“Your mom called and said something had happened, so I came right away,” Yang Wenbo said with a frown. “How did you get yourself hurt down there?”

He could not figure it out. A broken arm or a hurt leg, sure, that made sense, but how could someone hurt their crotch?

Talking about that made Yang Haoran a little embarrassed. How was he supposed to explain it?

He grinned and made up a story: “It was an accident, Dad. When I was taking my pants off, I slipped off the bed. So, as you can see, your son ended up like this.”

Hearing his son's nonsense, Yang Wenbo was helpless. “Be careful next time. Don't go around being so clumsy.”

“Mm-hmm.” Yang Haoran put on an obedient look and hurriedly nodded. Just then, a girl came in from the doorway, and his eyes lit up. “Xiao Yao, you're here to see your brother.”

Yang Mengyao looked at her brother lying in the hospital bed, his face a little pale. Though worried inside, she kept her expression cool and simply gave a soft mm, carrying herself with something of Liu Ruoxi's style.

The two were twins, born together, yet the gap between brother and sister was like heaven and earth.

Since childhood, Yang Haoran had been mischievous, always stirring up trouble, hating study, and barely scraping past a passing grade. Yang Mengyao, on the other hand, was clever and obedient. From kindergarten onward, she had been the top student in her class.

Now the two of them were in Class 5, Grade 1 at Yulin High School. One was the class monitor and study rep, the other the back-row boss.

“Rest up properly in the hospital. I've already taken notes on what the teacher covered in class, so you can use them to catch up later.”

After standing there a while and seeing that things were about right, Yang Mengyao bit her lip and, after hesitating, still said it.

“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.” With Dad there, Yang Haoran obediently nodded, even though every time his sister made notes for him, he just tossed them aside.

Seeing her brother's perfunctory attitude, Yang Mengyao frowned, wanting to say more, but in the end she gave up.

Because she had already said those same words to her brother countless times before. She knew he did not like listening, but she kept nagging him without tiring, hoping he would work hard at his studies and that she could tutor him in whatever he did not understand.

But until one time her brother got fed up with the lecturing and gave her a vicious scolding, his attitude stayed the same: loafing around, dozing in class. As for her, facing her brother, she became more and more silent. She knew her brother never listened to his little sister.

Yang Wenbo chatted with his son for a while. Seeing that he was steady emotionally and, aside from being a bit weak, had no major problems, he left the hospital with his daughter.

One had to go to work, the other to school.

Liu Ruoxi put aside the company's affairs and stayed with her son in the hospital. Whenever the anti-inflammatory drip ran out, she would call the nurse to come replace it, or make him easy-to-digest, nourishing food to feed him.

And so, day after day, seven days passed.

...

Seven days later, Yang Haoran's penis was basically healed. That day was also the day he was discharged and went home to recuperate.

Hao Lei was in her office, with Liu Ruoxi sitting opposite her.

She was the head of the hospital and had her own separate office.

“Ruoxi, Haoran's injury has almost healed. He just needs to go home and rest up for a while longer.”

“After discharge...” Saying that, Hao Lei thought of the other woman's identity and hesitated for a moment, but the doctor's duty won out: “After discharge, at home do your best to let Haoran watch some porn and stimulate his penis. It's best if you can get his penis to achieve a normal erection. If his penis can get a normal erection, stimulate it once every two days. If it can't, then about half an hour every day.”

“With his condition, the main aftereffect is basically erectile dysfunction. During this period of home recuperation, try to stimulate it as much as possible. It will help with his later recovery or full healing.”

Hearing her friend Hao Lei's words, Liu Ruoxi had never expected that Hao Lei had dragged her here so mysteriously just to talk about this.

She was about to say something...

A voice suddenly rang out in her mind, and a blue light screen appeared before her eyes.

“Ding. Quest triggered. Newbie quest initiated!”

“[Newbie Chain Quest 01]

Have the player give their assigned controller a handjob for five minutes. Reward: 10 points.

[Chain Quest 02]

Let the assigned controller watch the player's breasts for 15 seconds. Reward: 20 points.

[Chain Quest 03]

Wear the game-provided sexy uniform and stand in front of the controller for 30 seconds. Reward: 30 points.”

Special requirement: Penile injury detected on the player's designated controller. Please stimulate the controller's penis during the task so it can achieve a normal erection. Extra reward: 50 points.

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