Yang Zuhuan gazed at his maid, Xiao An, who was squatting before him. Her delicate hands clutched her ears, her arms beneath her calves, and her buttocks were slightly raised, with all her weight balanced precariously on her slender legs. The position, both vulnerable and strained, accentuated her form in a way that captivated him.
Xiao An, his personal maid, was a vision of beauty. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back in silky waves. A few stray strands clung to her flushed cheeks, framing a face that could only be described as breathtaking.
Her almond-shaped eyes, clear and luminous, shimmered with unshed tears, Her full lips, naturally pink, were pursed in a pout as she fought to suppress the tears welling in her eyes, Her skin was smooth and porcelain-like, with a faint rosy glow that betrayed her exertion in maintaining the uncomfortable pose.
Her figure was striking, her curves accentuated by the simple yet form-fitting maid's dress she wore. The fabric, a shade of blue, hugged her body tightly, outlining her generous breasts, which seemed to strain against the confines of the dress with every shallow breath she took.
The hem of her skirt rested just above her knees, revealing the graceful lines of her legs, now tensed in her squatting position.
Yang Zuhuan was enjoying seeing her like this, her beauty heightened by her vulnerable posture. When his eyes lingered on her ample chest, tightly wrapped by her dress, he couldn't help but swallow hard.
A surge of desire coursed through him, urging him to push her down, strip away her clothes, and see her in this position. His hand twitched as he imagined it, but he restrained himself. He wasn't foolish enough to act on such impulses at this moment.
Moreover, he couldn't afford to indulge in such thoughts too freely. The martial arts he practiced required him to remain a virgin, and while masturbation wasn't strictly forbidden, it was best to preserve his baby sperms. Releasing his babies recklessly could jeopardize his marital arts practice, a sacrifice he wasn't willing to make. After all, he was going through an illness and practice is the only way to survive.
He sighed, a wave of frustration washing over him. In his previous life on Earth, he had been an ordinary teenage boy, living a typical life—attending school, chatting about girls, playing video games, and dreaming of striking it rich overnight. But in the blink of an eye, he had been transported to this ancient world.
"Stay like that for an hour, then we will go to the training ground," Yang Zuhuan said coldly to Xiao An.
Xiao An remained in her position, her body trembling slightly from the strain. She had dropped the breakfast meant for her master, a simple mistake that had led to this punishment. As his personal maid, she was expected to serve him flawlessly, and this error had given Yang Zuhuan the excuse to discipline her in a way that satisfied his whims.
In truth, the punishment was less about the spilled food and more about Yang Zuhuan's desire to fulfill a fantasy from his past life.
Back in high school, he had endured the "chicken pose" as a punishment for minor infractions. The teachers at his school had been biased, forcing boys into the humiliating stance while letting girls off with mere scolding. He had always wondered what a girl would look like in that position, a curiosity that had gone unfulfilled in his previous life.
Now, in this new world, he fulfilled his fantasy.
However, less about fantasy, more about life and death stuff he was going through.
After arriving in this world, he did gain a system.
[Name: Yang Zuhuan (18 years old)]
[Lifespan: One year.]
[Virgin Martial Arts: Not yet initiated]
Few days ago, when he first transmigrated into this body, he discovered it was riddled with some illness. In this era, this illness was practically a death sentence.
Yet, he had also gained a peculiar ability: this illusory panel of data, visible only to him.
This ability displayed his remaining lifespan, ticking down with each passing day.
His time was running out, and he desperately wanted to live!
Martial arts might be his only hope!
Over these days, Yang Zuhuan had found no trace of true qi, inner energy, or anything supernatural in this world. It closely resembled the ancient setting of his previous life's memories.
But martial arts, at the very least, could strengthen the body.
It was the only path to survival Yang Zuhuan could think of.
And the best martial arts he could find was Virgin Martial Arts, which required him to stay virgin.
Today would be the first day for him to practice after all, just yesterday he got a teacher who would teach him. Moreover with his sick body, it would be really difficult for him, his only hope was that his system which only displays the martial arts and level could help him in future.
(End of Chapter)