22: Su Wan triggers the system

Deep within the Star Rail Headquarters lay a special suite that had never been opened to the public.

It was less of a room and more of a meticulously designed biological force field environment.

There were no sharp-angled walls; all lines were soft, flowing curves, and the material was as warm and smooth as jade to the touch.

The air was permeated with a faint, almost imperceptible exotic fragrance that, when inhaled, awakened the deepest palpitations of the body, accelerating the heart rate and quietly increasing blood flow.

The light in the room did not come from a fixed source; instead, it presented a flowing, ambiguous shift of colors that followed the subtle changes in ambient temperature.

It shifted from the relaxing deep-sea blue to the slightly warm dawn orange, and finally to the crimson and pale purple that were gradually spreading now, reminiscent of a sunset that makes one blush.

Su Wan was the first to be brought in.

She had changed into a provocative nightgown that outlined her exquisite, powerful figure.

She stood in the center of the room, at a loss, like a frightened bird.

The faint, almost imperceptible exotic fragrance in the air made her feel waves of inexplicable heat and panic, and a blush uncontrollably spread across her cheeks.

She dared not look at the ambiguous light around her, and even less did she dare to think about what was about to happen.

The innocent and trusting gazes of Chen Xi, Chen Yao, and Chen Lu kept flashing through her mind, filling her with immense shame and guilt.

The teacher's orders and the Federation's grand cause weighed on her like two massive mountains, leaving her unable to resist, yet her body's instincts and emotional resistance were so real and intense.

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails almost digging into her palms, trying to use pain to dispel the strange, unwanted arousal spurred by the environment.

After an unknown amount of time, the door slid open silently once more.

Chen Jun walked in, stumbling slightly.

His eyes darted about, and he did not dare to look up at Su Wan at all.

He had changed into a loose silk nightgown, but it still could not conceal his gaunt, lifeless body, which had been overdrawn by life and work.

It was completely out of place in this environment filled with erotic implications, making him appear even more awkward and embarrassed.

The two shared the room, yet remained silent, the atmosphere suffocatingly oppressive.

Only the gradually warming air and the shifting light were silently inciting something.

Chen Jun's heart was filled with guilt and a sense of betrayal toward Lin Wei; although none of this was what he wanted, he was indeed a participant.

He hated his own useless body, and he hated that System that had no use whatsoever.

As a Transmigrator, he didn't expect to shake the world and have everyone bow before him.

He didn't even have the most basic dignity!

Having met such a wonderful wife as Lin Wei, he couldn't even uphold the basic moral bottom line of being with only one person for a lifetime!

He hated it! He hated it! He hated it! He hated it!

Time passed second by second; the exotic fragrance in the air seemed to grow stronger, and the ambiguous light became even more hazy.

Su Wan felt her body temperature rising, and her breathing became slightly hurried.

She knew she could not continue this stalemate. Every extra second spent here was a cruel torture to her willpower.

The teacher's orders still rang in her ears, and the Federation's pressure felt tangible.

She suddenly took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.

The struggle and pain in her eyes were replaced by a sense of determination.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at the man who had kept his head down, as if trying to shrink into the ground.

She began to walk toward Chen Jun, step by step.

Her steps were somewhat unsteady, yet they carried a tragic firmness.

Chen Jun felt her approach; his body stiffened abruptly, and he subconsciously took a half-step back, lowering his head even further, his voice dry and trembling:

"Su... Teacher Su... Don't..."

Su Wan seemed not to hear him.

She walked up to Chen Jun and stopped.

Because of the height difference, she had to tilt her head slightly to see his wrinkled forehead.

She reached out, her fingertips trembling slightly, but she firmly touched the tie of his nightgown.

Chen Jun shuddered violently as if electrocuted and tried to pull away, but Su Wan gently pressed her other cold hand onto his arm.

"Mr. Chen..."

Su Wan's voice was hoarse and low, carrying a resigned exhaustion and a barely perceptible tremor.

"...The mission... must always be completed... isn't that right?"

Her fingertips applied a little force, and the silk tie slipped off.

Chen Jun's mind went blank; shame, embarrassment, resistance, and a trace of uncontrollable physiological reaction sparked by the environment and her initiative intertwined.

He saw Su Wan with her eyes tightly closed, tiny teardrops clinging to her long eyelashes, her face full of humiliation yet forcing herself to endure, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

If she, a young, beautiful, and proud woman, could go this far for the so-called "grand cause," what was he, an old man with only a dozen years of life left and one foot in the grave, still being pretentious about?

A "to hell with it" impulse, combined with a subtle sense of male pride triggered by instinct, finally made him stop retreating.

He trembled, raised his hand, which looked like a withered branch, and with extreme clumsiness and immense guilt, responded to her guidance.

(To avoid censorship, a million words of indescribable details have been omitted here...)

The shimmering light seemed to possess life, fluctuating violently as the temperature rose, weaving into a hazy, dreamlike ocean of light that swallowed them both.

The strange fragrance in the air became intense to the extreme, as if it had turned into tangible intimacy, urging on the most primitive rhythms of life.

Just at that extreme moment when consciousness seemed to melt and was about to reach the Peak!

That cold, precise, and emotionless prompt surged into Chen Jun's boiling sea of consciousness once again, like a law of the Universe!

[system interface]

[Rank]: Level 1

[Host]: Chen Jun

[Race]: Human

[Age]: 29 years old (severely aging physiological state)

[Aptitude]: Mortal Body

[Remaining Lifespan]: 17.9 years

[Current Mandatory Operation]: Activate [Absolute Guarantee] on Martial Body spouse Su Wan.

1. Consume 10 years of lifespan to upgrade offspring's Aptitude to Star Body (Rank 2) [Confirm / Cancel]

2. Consume 100 years of lifespan to upgrade offspring's Aptitude to Moon Body (Rank 3) [Confirm / Cancel]

3. Consume 1000 years of lifespan to upgrade offspring's Aptitude to Sun Body (Rank 4) [Confirm / Cancel]...

In this moment of soul and flesh merging and consciousness blurring, these cold transaction terms appeared again, making Chen Jun feel a sense of absurdity!

Ten years! Ten years again!

His consciousness locked tightly onto the first [Confirm] option.

"Confirm..."

[Command Received]

[Rule Effective! Life essence being guided... Genetic sequence hyper-optimization complete!]

[Operation Complete! Offspring expected to be born in one year and ten months.]

[Offspring Aptitude fixed: Star Body (Rank 2)]

[Remaining Lifespan: 7.9 years (Life overdrawn state, extremely dangerous)]

A sense of emptiness and weakness, far more intense and thorough than any previous time, instantly swallowed him like a black hole in the Universe!

It was as if all his spirit, energy, and life force had been completely drained at this moment!

...(Omitted again to avoid censorship)...

Everything was finally over.

Su Wan pushed Chen Jun away almost instantly, stumbled into the washroom, and immediately, sounds of uncontrollable, violent sobbing followed.

The massive physiological and psychological shock caused her to completely collapse.

As for Chen Jun, he was like a completely hollowed-out rag sack, lying stiffly on the overly soft bed, staring hollowly at the ceiling.

He tried to move his fingers, only to find he didn't even have the strength to lift a single finger.

He couldn't even feel the existence of his own body; there was only an endless, cold emptiness.

After a long time, he used every ounce of his strength to move, extremely slowly, like a rusted robot, inching his way off the bed bit by bit.

His legs shook violently and could not support his weight at all; as soon as he stood up, he almost collapsed to the ground, and could only barely steady himself against the cold wall.

He hunched his back, and every step was exceptionally difficult, as if he might fall apart at any moment.

His breathing was so weak it was almost inaudible, his complexion was a deathly pale, and his already graying hair seemed to have lost all its luster, withered like wild grass in late autumn.

He walked to the door of the room; those few short steps seemed to have drained his last bit of vitality.

He held onto the door frame, gasping violently, his vision darkening in waves.

In the end, he almost dragged his legs, like a true, dying old man, stumbling and silently moving out of this cage filled with lust.

Behind him, the desperate sobbing in the washroom had still not ceased.

And he, only had [7.9 years] of lifespan left.

How much longer could he hold on?