A Scumbag Alpha Demon Lord's Three Thousand Beauties [Transmigration] - Chapter 1

That night, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky: nine stars aligned in a row.

Song Wenqing leaped from the fifth floor, bringing her short and miserable life to an end.

Her entire life had been unbearably stifling. Born at the very bottom of rural society, she had relied on student aid, scholarships, and financial help from her aunt to make it through school.

In college, she fell in love with a gentle and beautiful senior. Because she was desperately poor, she never dared confess. She secretly loved her for three years and stayed by her side for three years. Just to buy her a decent birthday present, Song Wenqing pedaled a bicycle fifteen kilometers beneath the blazing sun to tutor the children of wealthy families.

In the end, all she could do was watch helplessly as her senior left the university and entered someone else’s arms.

After struggling all the way to graduation, she finally found a job in the city that allowed her to support herself. But then her parents tricked her into returning to her hometown by claiming they were sick and tried to force her to marry the village chief’s mentally disabled son.

“We’ve already taken a hundred thousand yuan. Just take pity on us,” her mother said tearfully.

Her father sat on a stool, puffing away at his cigarette before saying in a low voice, “There’s no backing out of this now. Your brother needs a lot of money to get married.”

Naturally, Song Wenqing refused even if it killed her. She intended to find an opportunity to escape back to the city. But never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that her parents could be cruel enough to drug her and hand her over to the village chief like a sacrificial offering.

The village chief’s family had built a five-story villa. More precisely, it was an ugly mishmash that was neither foreign nor traditional, neither Chinese nor Western. It looked completely out of place in the village, yet at the same time displayed a certain kind of authority.

That night, Song Wenqing had barely awakened on the bed when she found herself staring into the village chief’s son’s large, grinning face. Her hands and feet had already been tied, and the fool was preparing to take off her clothes.

The moment she realized what was happening, utter despair consumed her. She coaxed the fool into untying her, then rushed onto the balcony and jumped without the slightest hesitation.

A fall from the fifth floor did not leave much time for memories. She struck the ground face-first almost instantly. Anyone could imagine how horrific her corpse must have looked. She could feel her consciousness slipping away until she finally sank into darkness.

So this was what death felt like.

She wasn’t afraid of dying. She only felt regret.

If she could live her life over again, she would definitely confess to her senior. Even a spectacular rejection would have been better than silently missing her chance.

She had no idea how much time had passed when a violent stab of pain in her heart jolted her awake.

It was as though she had awakened from a long nightmare. Her eyes cracked open slightly, and she discovered herself in a gloomy room. Three women were kneeling in front of her, trembling violently, with barely enough clothing to cover themselves.

She shot to her feet and looked around in terror before blurting out, “Where is this?”

The three women recoiled in fright, fear and confusion filling their eyes.

Still, Song Wenqing had already experienced hardship and death. She quickly calmed herself down. After thinking everything through carefully, she finally understood her situation.

She had transmigrated.

The original owner of this body was named Song Changge, the third daughter of Song Beiyou, the wealthiest man in Qingdi City.

She also possessed an extremely unusual identity—

A half-demon.

Five thousand years had passed since the war between the Human, Demon, and Divine Realms ended, and demons had long since vanished from this world. Heaven only knew how Song Beiyou had managed to open a passage between the Human and Demon Realms and even produce an illegitimate half-demon child.

At that moment, one of the women timidly asked, “Miss, are you all right?”

Song Wenqing snapped back to her senses. Only then did she notice that although the three women were in a miserable state, a closer look revealed that each of them had bright eyes and pearly teeth, skin smooth as cream, long slender legs, and exquisite figures with curves in all the right places.

If they had lived in her original world, any one of them could have become wildly popular in the entertainment industry.

Song Changge’s memories were still inside her mind.

These three women were the top courtesans of Drunken Flower House, Fragrant Pavilion, and Ronghua Hall. Their names were Hongxiu, Hualian, and Yuerou respectively, and Song Changge had abducted them to serve as her playthings.

The one who had just spoken was Hualian.

Song Wenqing’s heart still felt terribly uncomfortable, throbbing painfully in waves. When she noticed the bloodstained whip beside her feet, she gradually understood what had happened to the body’s original owner.

Third Miss Song had indulged excessively in sensual pleasures and debauchery, eventually dropping dead in the middle of a particularly intense erotic game.

Then Song Wenqing suddenly realized that she was wearing nothing but a dark green robe, and even that was hanging wide open.

She hurriedly pulled it shut and wrapped it tightly around herself. At the thought that the three women had just seen her completely naked, her face immediately flushed.

She drew in a deep breath and pretended to remain calm.

“I’m fine.”

Hualian froze when she heard that, the fear in her eyes growing even stronger.

Her reaction was understandable. After all, she had never once heard Song Changge speak in such a gentle voice.

Everyone in Qingdi City knew that Third Miss Song had a vicious and unpredictable temperament. She was cruel and merciless and took pleasure in tormenting servants. Because of the Song family’s power, people could only swallow their anger and dared not say anything openly. Behind her back, however, they cursed her as a “demon king who wreaked havoc wherever she went.”

Song Wenqing searched through Song Changge’s memories and discovered that she had not always been such a rotten, unruly person.

She had once been an obedient child.

But everyone in the Song family knew she was a half-demon, an illegitimate child Song Beiyou had fathered outside the family. To her face, they kept their distance out of fear. Behind her back, they pointed fingers and never had a single kind word to say about her.

As time passed, she became increasingly withdrawn, gloomy, and vicious.

Song Changge was sixteen this year, and in this world, sixteen was already considered adulthood. On top of that, half-demons matured earlier than humans, so she had long since learned the arts of yin and yang and had begun venting all her anger on these prostitutes.

As for the arts of yin and yang, Song Wenqing deliberately searched through her palace of memories and discovered that this world did not divide sex according to male and female, but according to outward appearance and yin-yang attributes.

It was easy enough to understand. It was similar to the Alpha-Omega attributes found in novels.

Generally speaking, those with a Yang attribute had an androgynous appearance, while those with a Yin attribute had a feminine appearance.

Appearance determined forms of address, while attributes determined marriage pairings.

There were exceptions, of course.

Song Changge herself had a Yang attribute, yet she was still a fair-skinned, delicate-looking young woman. Of course, if she cut her hair short, she would merely look fresh and dashing rather than suddenly turning into some coarse, burly man.

After reaching adulthood, those with a Yang attribute experienced ruts, while those with a Yin attribute experienced heats. The symptoms could be relieved through the union of yin and yang. Otherwise, they had to take suppressant pills.

Only those whose cultivation in the mystic arts had reached an extremely high level could free themselves from relying on medicine to control their primal desires.

Song Wenqing suddenly became curious about her new body, so she said to the three courtesans, “You may leave now. Go to the accounts office and collect your reward, then return home.”

Shock appeared on all three women’s faces.

They exchanged glances, quickly picked up their clothes from the floor, and fled the room in a frightened and submissive hurry.

Whenever Third Miss Song summoned them in the past, she would torment them for an entire day and night.

No one knew what had gotten into her today. Not only had she generously allowed them to leave, she had even given them a reward.

Once Song Wenqing was certain there was no one else in the room, she stood in front of the mirror and examined her body.

Down there, it was only a tiny bit more swollen than what she had originally had. The difference was practically negligible.

However, that area was extraordinarily sensitive—at least a hundred times more sensitive than before.

So she absolutely could not touch it carelessly, or things could very easily get out of hand.

Aside from that, Song Changge was already 172 centimeters tall, half a head taller than Song Wenqing’s original height of 165 centimeters. And this body was still developing, so there was no telling how tall she might eventually become.

Thinking back on her previous life, she had worked so hard to be a good person, yet in the end she had gained nothing.

Beauty, money, status—everything had slipped through her fingers.

And in the end, she had died like an insignificant ant.

After her death, chances were people would even smear her name, while the rest of the world mocked and cursed her.

She silently clenched her fist.

Since Heaven had given her a new life, she would treasure it and make full use of it.

Song Wenqing was already dead.

From this day forward, she would live as Song Changge—freely, happily, and without restraint.

She would become a true demon king who wreaked havoc wherever she went.