[Ding! Scanning for dual cultivation targets.]
Name: Rose
Age: 22
Height: 169 cm
Weight: 109 pounds
[Physical condition: Healthy]
[Compatibility: 82%]
[Estimated lifespan extension: 4 days]
Current balance: 6008.23
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82%—three points higher than Sophia.
Ethan's heart skipped a beat. This was a great opportunity to harvest another round of pills. Even though he thought so, his face remained impassive.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you understand?"
Rose leaned forward and lowered her voice. "I'm short of money too. Since you can spend four thousand to sleep with Sophia, can't you spend five thousand on me?"
Ethan glanced at her. "What makes you think you're worth a thousand more than her?"
"I'm prettier than her!"
Rose straightened up, grabbed Ethan's hand, and placed it on her chest. "Try it. Mine is more elastic."
Ethan twitched his fingers, feeling the softness. His heart stirred.
Damn it.
Now was the time for negotiation—he couldn't acknowledge the other party's strengths.
Ethan smiled. "It's nice… but a little smaller than Sophia's."
Rose heard the sarcasm and flushed slightly. "Do you want it or not? If not, forget it."
"Yes," Ethan said decisively, "but the price isn't five thousand."
Rose frowned. "Then?"
"Three thousand."
"Three thousand?" Her voice rose. "Sophia was four thousand, and I'm three? How am I inferior?"
"You're not worse than her," Ethan said calmly, "but you approached me first."
Rose froze.
"I contacted Sophia," he continued, "so she had bargaining power. You came to me—so naturally, I set the price."
Rose stared at him for a long moment, then suddenly laughed. "You're quite clever."
Ethan nodded. "Three thousand. Deal?"
Rose bit her lip, hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "Fine. Three thousand!"
"But…" she added, "I have one condition."
"Explain."
"I'll take the initiative." She raised her chin arrogantly.
Ethan shrugged. "Whatever works."
He hadn't planned to stay active anyway—lying down was more comfortable.
He lay back on the hospital bed. "Come on."
Rose pounced on him.
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Gawk… gawk…
The sound of intense gagging echoed through the room as Rose's head moved up and down rapidly.
She gagged, then pulled back, gasping for breath. Glancing up angrily, she snapped, "Why the hell isn't it getting hard? Are you impotent?"
"What did you just call me, you bitch?"
Ethan slapped her bare backside, his hand landing sharply as he pushed a finger in her asshole.
"Eek!"
Rose jolted, moaning in shock. "What the hell are you doing? Where do you think you're putting that?"
"Heh… relax."
Ethan grinned, withdrawing his hand before sliding it along her hips. His gaze lingered on her pale face and cherry-like lips, and suddenly, an urge rose within him.
"Open your mouth."
"What?"
"Just open it. Are you deaf?"
Reluctantly, Rose obeyed. Ethan slid his finger into her mouth.
"Lick it," he ordered.
She struggled, but Ethan held her head steady, leaving her no choice but to comply.
Afterward, he pulled back and motioned. "Turn over."
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Rose lay face down, breathing heavily as Ethan admired her body. Moisture glistened, trailing down her thighs.
Ethan licked his lips.
"You soaked me five times," he muttered, smacking her lightly. "What a slut."
"Urgh…"
Rose stirred, waking with a groan. She sat up, glaring resentfully before suddenly grabbing Ethan and kissing him forcefully.
Their tongues tangled, tasting each other.
After a moment, she pulled back and wiped her lips.
Her gaze dropped to his crotch, eyes filled with mockery. "Other than kissing… what else can you do?"
Ethan fell silent for a moment, then retorted, "Didn't I make you come five times? If I were fully working, you wouldn't be able to walk for a week."
Rose's eyes flickered, then she lowered her gaze slightly.
"Enough," she muttered. "Let's get dressed."
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They both began putting their clothes back on.
Standing beside the bed, Rose glanced at Ethan—a tall, well-built man with sharp features.
What a waste, she thought. If he weren't impotent… just imagining him on top of me…
Her gaze softened with faint pity.
Seeing that look, Ethan's expression darkened.
I'll regain my dignity sooner or later, he thought.
Rose licked her lips and extended her hand. "Transfer the money."
Ethan nodded and sent three thousand yuan.
She checked her phone and smiled. "Call me next time."
"Alright."
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[Ding! Intimacy condition fulfilled.]
[Life Extension: 4 days]
[Current remaining lifespan: 10 days]
[Reward: Low-grade Rejuvenating Pill x1]
[Reminder: Given the host's condition, engaging in intimacy twice a day is not recommended.]
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Ethan hadn't felt tired before reading the reminder… but now he definitely did.
Rose didn't leave immediately.
She sat at the edge of the bed, tilting her head as she studied him.
"What's with your medicine?"
Ethan's eyelids twitched. "What medicine?"
"Don't play dumb." She crossed her arms. "I heard your call with Mr. Devin. One hundred thousand per pill… talking about materials and production time."
Ethan said nothing.
Rose shifted slightly under his gaze but continued.
"I sell high-end cosmetics. I deal with wealthy women every day. Do you know what troubles them most?"
Ethan had a guess but asked anyway, "What?"
"Men," she scoffed. "Their husbands go out partying all day, and when they come home, they can't perform. They've tried everything—Viagra, imported oils—nothing works."
She leaned closer, voice dropping.
"If you really have something that works… those rich women will treat you like royalty."
Ethan smiled faintly.
His medicine didn't just enhance male vitality—it could also nourish women and improve their appearance. But he wasn't about to reveal that.
If word got out, things would spiral out of control.
"What are you smiling at?" Rose frowned.
"I'm smiling at you," Ethan said calmly. "You just made three thousand from me, and now you want me to be your cash cow?"
He paused, then added:
"Why not just dream of becoming a billionaire instead? That might be easier."