A rhythmic sound filled the candlelit chamber—soft moans, heated breaths, and the muffled creak of a silk-draped bed. The scent of jasmine and sweat clung to the air, mingling with the faint traces of incense.
—-Then, like a boulder crashing into a still lake, consciousness struck him.
His skylight eyes snapped open.
Velvet sheets beneath him.
Smooth, porcelain-like skin under his fingers.
The warm, supple body of a woman wrapped around his own.
A very beautiful woman.
Long, raven hair spilled over the pillow, framing a face so delicate it could bring nations to war. Her half-lidded eyes shimmered with passion, her full lips parted in pleasure. Her arms clung to him, nails lightly raking his back.
She was the most splendid living thing he had ever laid eyes on.
And.
He was inside her.
Mid-thrust.
A lifetime of instincts warred against a mind that screamed: What the fuck is happening?!
Then—
BANG! BANG! BANG!
A furious pounding on the door.
"Imperial Consort Shu Nian'er! Open the door, we have people claiming that a thief entered your bedroom!"
The woman beneath him stiffened, her grey eyes widening in horror as she turned to look at the door.
The heat between them turned icy cold.
It was so over for them.
The Emperor's favorite concubine.
His mind worked faster than it ever had before.
Currently, his memories were fuzzy. The last thing he recalled was a god sending him into reincarnation after he died fucking the national president's wife.
What happened after that?
The memories of the previous body's owner suddenly flooded his mind, and in three seconds, his blue eyes shook with disbelief.
He had truly transmigrated into a completely different world ruled by strength, status, and magic.
The Golden Soul Empire's capital palace was where he lived, and he was a seventeen-year-old youth named Yang Yaohu.
Young, handsome, and tall. He was an intern butler of sorts who had entered the palace just some time ago.
This morning, he had gone to meet a concubine as part of his duties, but that woman had fed him a special aphrodisiac and then thrown him into a room with the imperial consort.
The rest was clear.
I fell into a conspiracy!
Yang Yaohu had woken up in the middle of fucking someone he definitely shouldn't have been fucking. And now—
BANG! BANG!
"Open the door, Imperial Consort, it is for your own safety!"
For her own safety, my ass.
The eunuchs were outside.
His life was at stake.
His body moved before his mind could fully process everything. He pinned one of her hands against the bed, smiled at her, kissed her cheek. Then, he thrust harder, faster, and with much more technique into her most desperate place.
She held a palm over her own mouth to stop her moans.
In exactly five thrusts, he pushed deep inside her, finishing into her just as the knocking grew more insistent.
Then—he pulled out, rolling off her and scanning the room in a frenzy.
The consort sat up, grabbing his wrist. "You—who are you?!" she hissed, her breath still ragged.
Grin.
"No time, darling," he said. "I'd love to introduce myself, but unless you want my severed head decorating the palace gates, I need an escape route. Now."
Consort Nian bit her lip, panic flaring in her eyes, but she wasn't stupid. If he were caught, her own head would also be joining him in decorating the gates. Her gaze darted around before settling on him once more. Then, determination hardened her expression.
No matter where he hid, he wouldn't be able to hide from the Divine Senses of the eunuchs and palace guards.
She gritted her beautiful row of white pearls.
I will use my Hidden Art.
The ability she had kept a secret even from the Emperor. She would use it.
Instead of pointing to a ledge or a hiding spot, she lifted her hand and traced a symbol into the air. Ethereal grey light shimmered in the shape of a pair of Grey Eyes before expanding into a swirling vortex of dark energy.
Yang Yaohu watched the scene in dumbfounded silence.
Hologram? No. It's magic.
Before he could react, she thrust her palm toward him.
A powerful force wrapped around his body, yanking him off.
"Wait–!"
The world blurred, then twisted—
He tumbled through an abyss.
And then—
Stillness.
What?
He landed on solid ground, but when he looked around, everything was… wrong.
He was still in the consort's bed chamber.
No.
Mirrors. Shadows. Reflection.
Different.
The chamber was still there, but he wasn't in it. More like… watching from a disconnected dimension from just beyond it. He was there, but not there at the same time. He could see the bed, the flickering candlelight, even the fine sheen of sweat on the consort's skin—but when he reached out, his fingers passed through the air like a ghost.
Only he and his black clothes were put into this dimension.
He was in a different space.
What the hell?
Then he heard them—
"Imperial Consort, please forgive the intrusion! WE HAVE TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE SAFE!"
The doors crashed open.
Three eunuchs, flanked by two imperial guards, rushed into the room. Their expressions were unreadable as their gazes swept over the consort.
Whoever was scheming against the consort didn't plan to miss the scandal.
But she, Shu Nian'er, was prepared.
Instead of appearing startled or guilty, she had purposefully disheveled herself further.
Her hair was an absolute mess, sticking to her sweat-slicked forehead. She had let her silk robe slip scandalously low, barely covering her chest and private areas. One of her fair hands clutched at her robe, as if hastily covering herself, while the other rested lazily between her thighs. Her breath was ragged, her lips still parted, and her eyes half-lidded with a look of languid satisfaction.
Anyone with half a piece of sanity would know what she had been doing.
Self pleasure.
The head eunuch's eyes widened slightly before quickly averting his gaze.
Something is wrong! The eunuch thought. Where is the guy?
"Consort Nian, why was the door locked?" he blurted out.
Nian'er exhaled heavily, as if exasperated, then dragged her gaze up to meet the eunuch's confusion with barely concealed irritation.
"Are you truly so dense that you must ask?" Her voice was hoarse, cold. Yet so seductive. Innocent. "Or shall I be more explicit?"
A flicker of discomfort crossed the eunuch's face.
Meanwhile, one of the younger guards swallowed hard, his ears turning red. This was a world-renowned beauty, and she was in such suggestive clothes—he forced himself to look away.
The fear in his heart was, of course, another thing.
What will the emperor do to us?
The implication was unmistakable. Would an emperor let his concubine be disrespected? Wasn't that an affront to his authority?
At least some heads would fly. Who knows whether it will be theirs?
Nian'er did not seem to care. She was ruthless.
She dressed herself up and sat up straight. Then, she spat venom: "To dare and barge into this lady's room even though it was locked! This is treason! This is spitting on the emperor's face!"
Panic exploded in the numerous faces.
Yang Yaohu watched it all with interest.
"Ladia Shu, please calm yourself!"
"Lady Shu, we were foolish!"
Even the Head Eunuch was full of fear.
Where had their plan gone wrong?!
Where was that Yang Yaohu fellow?!
…
Meanwhile, the culprit for their fears was in a different dimension, watching everything with interest. He was showing a middle finger to the bastard as they spoke.
Then, Nian'er's voice spoke into his ear in irritation, "What are you still doing here dawdling, go away while you are still invisible!"
Damn, telepathy? This really is some good shit.
Nodding to himself, he saluted her and ran out of the room through the walls themselves.
Phantom body baby. Even the walls could no longer stop him. He had completely become part of another dimension.
I feel like that one character from MHA. The guy who moved through walls.
What a fantastic superpower!
Hehehe, if I were a creep, I'd totally enter a bathroom now.
Soon, Yaohu reached a store room of sorts and began breathing heavily. Now he was safe, so he could process everything and rest.
Something shifted.
Gh.
His body had become real again, him having returned to his real dimension.
He looked at his palm. He became silent.
There was a large mirror set against the wall, and he turned to stare at it.
He looked no older than eighteen. Skylight blue eyes, sharp features, and muscular. With short black hair stopping at the nape, he had a stunningly handsome, finely chiseled face that would stand out within any crowd.
He was tall as well, with quite the chiseled body to match the face.
Yang Yaohu.
It all made him slowly come to terms with his new reality.
I am now… Yang Yaohu.
And this was no longer Earth.
He looked up at the roof and gulped.
"Goodbye, my dear webnovels! Goodbye, 21st century!"
And hello, my new life.
But then, he looked at his own reflection and frowned.
He began thinking about his life in the palace so far.
Something is amiss…
At this young age, he had become a butler in the palace. And by law, all butlers were forced to cut their manhoods off after the first month of their tenure—and he had been in the palace for more than that. He should already have been an eunuch, but he was not!
I am lucky, but… why?
Why?
Memories became clearer.
This new body of his had a really interesting background, which made him different from the regular butlers.
Oh.
Yang Yaohu was the son of a rather influential figure of the Golden Soul Empire—the Duchess of Practicality. Thus, he did not have to become a eunuch to work in the palace.
But sadly for Yaohu, the Duchess was rarely to be seen in the capital. Thus, he did not have any semblance of authority or background. She had long left him off in this palace before going off on her own.
She rarely returned. And when she did return, the most he got was a day of perfunctory meeting with her.
It must have been due to her connection that I got schemed against. But that had also protected me…
Well, since he wasn't a eunuch and he had transmigrated safely for now…
Where are you, my golden finger?
Hehehe.
"System, come out!"
[Bloodline Harem System initialization.]
[Initialization complete]
[Creating an Interactive AI chatbot with the same voice as the Host]
Yang Yaohu blinked.
[Skibidi sigma man, what's up?]
Yaohu's eyes widened. Why was a voice suddenly echoing within his head?
And damn. It was a brain rot infected version.
[You can't see me, host bro. I'm in your head.]
Damn. Ai.
"Okay, okay, what are you useful for, my cheat?"
[I'm the inheritance that the God of Allies left behind for you, the Bloodline Harem System. I am the power of condensed Godhood, but if you try to absorb me all at once, you will explode.]
I see.
[Almost 100% of the powers I am born with are not suitable for you, so, you will have to follow the quests I give you to make yourself suitable for the full me. And my job is to help you achieve full absorption. And your job is to make my job easier by completing Quests.]
"Huh? Oh yeah, he did mention something like that."
The God of Allies was a strong God. But he was a new god, and he wanted to gain powerful allies among the Gods without involving himself with older peers.
And, surprisingly, the way he planned to gain allies was by killing other Gods.
Talk about Giga Chad behavior.
Then, he transforms the power and resources of the murdered Gods into systems that he hands over as inheritance to mortals he finds interesting.
Yang Yaohu himself had caught that God's attention by fucking the president's wife.
The God of Allies had then directly handed over the inheritance of two Gods that he had murdered recently to Yaohu at once.
The inheritance of the God of Harem and the God of Family Bloodline, both to him in the form of one system.
All Yaohu had to do in return was become a solid ally to the God of Allies after he became a God himself.
So I need to do Quests to fully absorb the power of these Gods? Damn, it's like a game.
"Okay, what's the quests like?"
There was no need to bitch about needing to work hard. Only pussies did that—he wasn't the type to moan about difficulties.
[Main Quest: Build a family bloodline with 100,000 members with at least 3,000 wives among them.]
"D.a..mn..."
Yaohu's legs trembled, and he collapsed on his butt.
"Damn god... I'm in!"
3000 women to serve him?!
Damn god, truly, that was the God of Harem for you!
In his past life, he had never really committed to any relationships because he was mostly focused on making money and scheming against business partners. And modern women had always seemed incredibly vain and shallow to him, so he never tried to find true love.
But he had always admired the women of ancient times. The ladies before their minds were infiltrated by the internet.
And now, that was truly possible.
To find interesting women. Lovely women.
[Cool, huh? Connecting you to the System now. Ready?]
"Yes. Yes, I am!"
A red screen flared to life in his mind, vivid and unshakable. Lines of text arranged themselves before him—clear, sharp, inescapable.
"So… if I understand this right," Yaohu muttered, eyes scanning the glowing words, "I earn experience points every time I sleep with a woman… and with every child born from me… the amount depends on their uniqueness and cultivation level?"
[Correct.]
[The main quest is broken into ten levels. Each level comes with its own rewards. There are side quests too—complete them, and you'll be granted extra bonuses. You may use your experience to buy items: treasures, cultivation manuals, martial skills, even rare bloodlines.]
[Yeah, simple right? Wanna get to work?]
"Sure!"
The red screen blurred.
[Main quest, level 1: Bed one woman.]
[Main Rewards: Harem Bloodline Cube, cultivation base breakthrough.]
[Ability Rewards: Touch of Pleasure and Self Healing.]
[Time frame: three hours.]
[Failure means the system will abandon you and choose a New Host.]
"Huh? Three hours?"
He had just arrived in this new world and was still reorganizing his thoughts. Now, he was given three hours to bed one girl?
He grinned.
"You're on! But wait, wait. How am I going to do that with people after my life…"
The people who had schemed against the Imperial Consort will surely not let him go if they find him.
[That's up to you to figure out!]
"...Alright, show me my stats."
—
[Name: Yang Yaohu]
[System Rank: Unranked]
[Cultivation level: No cultivation]
[Race: Yin Yang Demon]
[Physique: Mortal]
—
"Yin Yang demon?"
[Seems the former owner of this body was a demon-human hybrid. Lucky you. No drawbacks—unless you count extreme handsomeness.]
For a moment, he was silent. Then: "A demon body… and a mind like mine." He grinned. "It's almost unfair."
His heart was beating again—not from fear, not from confusion—but from something sharper. Desire, maybe. Or purpose.
But.
First, let's bed a beauty.
…
Time was short. Following the remnants of newly absorbed memories, Yaohu entered the living quarters of a random butler for a quick bath before setting out, his face concealed.
The real challenge was the time limit and the current time. Most palace maids would be resting, making his search far more troublesome.
The inner court spanned ten square miles, a self-contained city where movement rarely stood out. Teleportation circles bridged the gaps between its many districts, allowing him to slip unnoticed from the butler's quarters to the palace maids' central courtyard.
Of course, teleportation was new to him but his memories made the process simple.
His plan was also simple—find one of the attendants still on duty.
But as he passed by a wide forest of flowery trees, he stopped.
Amidst drifting white plum blossoms, a woman stood bathed in moonlight. Her long black hair spilled over a slender waist, accentuating the quiet elegance of her form. The night breeze stirred around her, sending loose petals skimming across fair skin that seemed to glow beneath the silver light.
Who else could it be but the Imperial Consort?
In that moment, beneath the quiet hush of the pavilion, Yaohu's intentions shifted.
Those grey eyes called for him.
He wanted her!
Shu Nian'er.