Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 1

11:00 PM. Pedestrians on the street were few and far between. The moonlight scattered into fragments of white light and shadow across the ground.

Having just finished work and heading home, you are solitary and alone. Gradually, a sense of loneliness begins to settle in.

You push open the bedroom door. Your eyes meet a beauty lying on your bed. Her long hair flows like a waterfall, framing an exquisite face with vivid red lips. A thin, cool gauze covers her body, outlining perfect curves; beneath the sheer fabric lies a soft, undulating pink hue.

Sensing your arrival, her clenched fingers relax, and the gauze slides naturally from her shoulder.

The room is filled with a sweet, rich aroma of citrus. A pink flush stains her fair cheeks as she lifts her eyes; your reflection is captured in her pupils.

As your presence invades her space, she crawls to your side. Her burning fingers wrap around your waist as she looks up at your face. You look down at her from above, witnessing all her former pride dissolve.

You choose to pick up the cup from the table first, politely giving her a sip of water. The woman leans into your embrace. Her abnormal body temperature burns you. She drinks too quickly; the corners of her mouth become wet, and droplets of water trickle down.

You can’t help but reach out your finger, touching the corner of her mouth to help her wipe it away.

She gives you a gentle bite. A transparent silver thread of saliva tangles around your fingertip.

Then, she takes your hand and places it against her chest. Her voice is warm, her body trembling, and her moist, bright eyes look at you helplessly: “Master, help me…”

[Would the player like to help her?]

Yan Qingqiu clicked “Accept” without a second thought: Help, help, help!

You wouldn’t be human if you didn’t help at a time like this.

[Game Over. Your glands have been sliced off. Instant death.]

“…?”

A realistic game animation played on the screen. The beautiful woman lay on the bed, and as a pop-up box lit up, several pink buttons appeared beside her.

She could click the buttons or touch the image at any time. Each time, the beautiful woman would react with corresponding expressions and heart-throb values.

However, one slight misstep resulted in a “Game Over,” being killed by the beautiful woman.

But then again, aren’t dangerous women the most lethal attraction in the world?

Yan Qingqiu loved this vibe. She started over.

Saturday, 3:00 AM. The early autumn air was slightly chilly.

Moonlight crept through the gaps in the curtains, casting a second glow onto the white walls of the dark room.

Yan Qingqiu was curled up under the covers, her fingers sliding across the screen. Her jaw was getting tired from resting on the pillow, so she shifted to her side to continue her “conquest.” Under her fingertips, the beautiful woman displayed signs of shyness, occasionally letting out sounds that made Yan Qingqiu’s ears turn red.

“Do I have a fever that won’t go away? Why do I feel so hot when I think of you?”

“Master, I can fervently feel your presence.”

“I love your touch.”

“May I ask… can I know your name?”

Soon, a prompt for her game nickname popped up. Yan Qingqiu struggled to type out her choice: “I am the Pure·Left Turn at the Street Corner Right Turn·Sorrowful Demon·Hathaway·Fallen Angel.”

After sending it, the screen stayed black for a long time. Suddenly, a voice button popped up. Yan Qingqiu hurried to press it and corrected: “But, I’ll allow you to call me by my nickname, Qiu’er.”

“Your name is truly special. I have etched it into my memory.”

Yan Qingqiu’s face flushed as she bit her lip.

The voice actress for this game must be incredibly seductive; her voice alone was enchanting. She really should have recorded that audio to use as a bedtime lullaby.

Having just finished a week of work, she planned to pull an all-nighter. It just so happened that her phone had popped up this highly immersive link. She was instantly hooked by the opening lines and downloaded it, playing until the middle of the night without realizing it.

This budget game was “indecent” through and through.

It made her fingertips feel hot just touching it. Even if the game started charging her “unethically” later on, she was willing to splurge.

Yan Qingqiu bit her lip and continued tapping the buttons. The woman’s face grew redder, her grip on the sheets tighter, and she began to beg for mercy.

Yan Qingqiu didn’t stop, increasing her clicking speed.

Suddenly, the screen went black again. The light in Yan Qingqiu’s eyes faded. she swallowed hard, tapping the screen repeatedly, but she didn’t dare hit “Back” for fear of losing her progress.

Finally, the screen lit up.

A set of questions appeared that she needed to answer—likely a test to pass the “Newbie” stage and enter the official paid content.

Question 1 (Fill-in-the-blank): [You discover your boyfriend on a date with his White Moonlight. Her eyes are shimmering, her red lips are moist. At this moment, you will——]

Yan Qingqiu filled it in without hesitation: I’d kick the scumbag’s head crooked, go up and give that beauty a series of intense kisses! I wouldn’t stop until she’s breathless!

Question 2 (Multiple Choice): [You have manifested as a super rare SSS-rank Omega. Just as you are about to engage in ‘harmonious activities,’ you find your ex’s White Moonlight lying on your bed. Your choice is: A) Cut out your glands to forcibly end your heat; B) Humbly beg your cheating partner for a bottle of suppressants.]

Yan Qingqiu, being the wildest woman, chose to cut the glands without a word.

Question 3: [Please choose your favorite character personality.]

A) Gentle and moving (The girl-next-door type)

B) Gloomy and psychotic (One wrong move and you and your parents are gone)

C) “Flower on a high ridge” (The cold, distant moon you can look at but can’t touch)

D) Passionate, wavy-haired “Big Sister” (She has all the excitement you want)

Only children make choices—I want them all! If there are black-bellied stepsisters, fiery younger stepsisters, or pure-hearted “young stepmoms” in the future, bring them all to me! I have a very broad appetite!

Question 4 (Blind Choice): [XXXX]

When in doubt, choose C.

After N questions, the final one was simply: [XXXXXX Three days and three nights]

Three days and three nights? Who are you looking down on?

Ten days to half a month, please. Set it up.

Yan Qingqiu didn’t think much of it, nor did she realize that everything around her was changing based on her choices. She thought it was just a regular game, trolling her way through to the final question with reckless abandon.

However, when filling out the last answer, she felt a bit shy and modified it slightly: Seven days and seven nights. I’ll be a bit conservative.

After finishing, she brainstormed the plot.

The peerless beauty who just appeared must be the female lead. She, herself, was probably a “vicious female supporting character.” In the middle, there’s a heartthrob male lead. A “You love me, I don’t love you, I want to destroy you” triangle. The villainous rival has a crush on the male lead, and the female supporting character imprisons and tortures the female lead because of unrequited love.

Finally, the female lead turns into a “Black Moonlight,” slaughters everyone, puts a knife to the villain’s throat, and finishes her off in one stroke.

But Yan Qingqiu wouldn’t follow the usual path; her goal was to get the beauty.

In the end, the male lead would kneel on the ground crying: “Don’t leave me!”

And Yan Qingqiu would wrap her arms around the female lead’s waist and say: “Darling, kiss me. With tongue.”

All questions were completed.

Yan Qingqiu tapped the screen, waiting for the game to load. She hoped the beauty would reappear soon; if she didn’t come out, Yan Qingqiu felt like she was the one who was going to die.

However, time slipped away, and the beauty did not appear.

The screen stayed on a loading wheel: World Generating… 35%

Yan Qingqiu stubbornly propped up her chin to wait. It was now 4:00 AM.

She couldn’t hold out and fell asleep for a short while.

She woke up once in the middle of it, crawled up to check her phone, and saw the game was at 99%.

She closed her eyes again. Time: 4:44 AM.

In a daze, the surrounding furniture seemed to float in the air, turning into transparent bubbles. She was encased in a bubble, drifting toward the darkness. While she was still deep in sleep, those bubbles encountered light and burst one by one until they vanished completely.

Scattered flecks of golden light were piercingly bright, seemingly hiding immense wealth within, triggering the greed of anyone passing by.

Yan Qingqiu was a person with extremely low self-control; she couldn’t walk away from the sight of money. She vaguely sensed she was dreaming and didn’t think about what demons might be lurking behind. Recklessly, she pushed open a sinful door.

Taking another step forward, she could hear heavy breathing.

Just like in every dream, her body was not quite under her control.

Her mind felt like a computer system crashing, making a constant “Clang” sound. It was noisy, gradually turning into the annoying chirping of cicadas.

That night, Yan Qingqiu did not sleep comfortably. It felt as if her body had been moved from a cramped rental room onto a soft cloud where she could fall at any moment. Vines wrapped around her body, tightening continuously, as if wanting her life.

In the morning, Yan Qingqiu opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was a white ceiling with several luxurious crystal star lights hanging from it.

The cicadas were chirping in her ears. Yan Qingqiu rolled over and looked around. The bed was covered in white “Imperial Concubine” velvet. A carved European-style mirror by the wall reflected everything on the bed.

The woman on the bed had slightly raised eyelashes. Her lazy posture caused her shoulders to lean forward, fully revealing her smooth, white body. Under the soft light, her chest and legs looked as if they were coated in honey. She looked like a natural femme fatale.

Yan Qingqiu propped herself up. Her long, delicate legs brushed against each other. The soft sensation of her own skin made her let out a soft moan.

The mirror reflected exactly her own image.

Around her left ankle was a velvet ribbon with a bell, which made a soft tinkling sound with her movements.

She was naked. On her shoulder was a bite mark in the shape of a butterfly pattern. Her eyes were weary, her jaw slightly tilted up, and her long, slightly curled blue-tinted hair fell across her chest. She had a sort of arrogant, wealthy air that looked down on others.

Is this me?

Yan Qingqiu could hardly believe it. She scrambled out of bed, realized she wasn’t wearing clothes, and grabbed a thin blanket to wrap around herself. She hurried to the mirror, touched her face, pinched her waist, and squeezed her butt.

The face and body were hers, but her skin was several grades better, and her figure had become supple. She looked as if she had been reborn—from a socially exhausted “corporate slave” to a beauty that looked like a wealthy young miss who knew nothing of the world’s hardships.

However, this was clearly not her room.

A few hours ago, she was curled up in a blanket on the floor, indignantly thinking about buying a big villa in the game once she became successful. How did she suddenly end up here?

The art style had changed too drastically.

Yan Qingqiu immediately pushed open the window to see what was going on. Outside was a garden full of green plants. Roses bloomed in the corner, covering the ground in red, and pink briar roses climbed the picket fence. The golden morning sun climbed over the wall, slowly moving and blending with the fragrance in the air. The scent was wonderful.

In the courtyard, a man dressed in a tailcoat and gold-rimmed glasses—looking like a royal butler—turned around. He bowed respectfully to her and said, “Good morning, Miss.”

Startled, Yan Qingqiu slammed the window shut and squatted beneath it, nervously biting her finger.

If this had happened a few hours ago, Yan Qingqiu would have thought she’d drunk too much and pulled a “Pan Jinlian opening the window” on a passerby. But what was the situation now?

Transmigration?

This was too strange. First, she hadn’t read any transmigration novels with the same name. Second, she hadn’t picked up any weird flyers off the ground.

She just played a game… a game?

Wait, wait, wait?

I transmigrated?

Wasn’t it supposed to be an immersive game experience?

Three minutes later, the butler, who was watering flowers in the yard, turned to see his Young Miss holding up her skirt, rushing down the stairs like a whirlwind. She was panting, a cute flush on her cheeks, and she was carrying her high heels in her other hand.

The butler was puzzled: “Miss, why are you wearing…”

“No time to explain! Get the car ready, now!” she said urgently.

Yan Qingqiu sat in the back seat, not daring to look up for fear the butler would notice something was wrong. She carefully pinched her skirt and put on her shoes. Looking at the bright diamond studs on the toes of her shoes, Yan Qingqiu felt dizzy, nearly fainting. She tried hard to organize the current situation.

First, she played a game. There was a beauty in the game. The beauty fell into her arms and begged for help. She couldn’t control herself and clicked “Help.” Then she filled in a bunch of nonsense and conservatively chose “Seven days and seven nights.”

Then, she woke up, transmigrated, and some weird thing told her to do tasks, otherwise she would die!

[Ding—]

[Congratulations to the Host for successfully accepting the fact that you have transmigrated into the game.]

“????”

Nonsense, I haven’t yet!

System: [You have only half an hour of survival time left. Please complete the task in a timely manner. Oh, it’s updated now—you only have twenty-seven minutes.]

Yan Qingqiu tried to reply calmly: “I want to go back.”

The system answered as if avoiding the question: [The task is very simple. The plot has been triggered. There are rewards for completing the task!]

Yan Qingqiu bargained: “Give me more time. I know nothing about the plot. If it’s a ‘Hell-level’ difficulty right at the start, won’t I die in seconds?”

System: [Host, do not be afraid. In a sense, you know more about the plot than I do! Good luck!]

The new black Lincoln pulled to a stop. Only fifteen minutes left.

The butler got out and walked around to open the door respectfully. He followed her line of sight, then stood straight and nodded with an “I understand” expression.

At a window seat in a café, a woman wore a black velvet V-neck dress. A bright white diamond sat on her black choker, drawing the eye downward to her exquisite collarbone. Her hair was pinned up, and her bangs slightly obscured her eyes, making her features look even more refined.

The golden sunlight from the window hit half of her shoulder. Her expression was lazy. She held a milky-white porcelain spoon, slowly stirring her coffee. Strands of sunlight bobbed on the back of her hand.

Her lazy demeanor gave her a mature charm. Her features were somewhat cold; even with her eyes partially closed, she possessed a strong sense of aggression, making people afraid to touch her even an inch.

Opposite her sat a man. His gaze was focused and soft, filled with an indescribable deep affection. He spoke incessantly about something; their relationship seemed rather ambiguous.

The woman noticed her first—she must know the current “Yan Qingqiu.” A hint of a smile touched her eyes as her thin lips took a sip of coffee from the cup.

Yan Qingqiu felt a chill run down her spine.

She remembered clearly. It was this demon-like woman who had put her finger in her mouth, and instantly, the screen had gone black. Game Over. Instant death.

Yan Qingqiu regretted everything. She should have brought a knife with her when she came; even if she transmigrated into a horror game, she could have defended herself. Alas, she lacked experience for her first transmigration. She looked at her high heels—she could take them off and use them as a sharp weapon if needed.

One last glance at the time: ten minutes left. She stepped out of the car, her heels hitting the ground. It’s just a plot quest.

Don’t panic. Stay steady.

“Bring it on.”

That eerie electronic voice rang out again: [Host, please complete the game, otherwise you cannot return to reality. Level 1 Clear Conditions: ① Kick your ex’s head crooked; ② Kiss the White Moonlight until she is breathless; ③ Cut out your glands.]

Yan Qingqiu’s leg suddenly went weak as she stepped out: “?”

What the hell? But wait… why do these clear conditions sound so damn familiar?