"Devon Lawson, 30. Curvy, sexy, with flawless skin and beauty. Married to a wealthy man who's now disabled and can't have kids. To carry on the family line, we’ve agreed to find a quality man for childbearing. If you succeed, you’ll get a reward of 100,000 coins. Call XXXXXXXX..."

On the street, standing under a worn-out utility pole, Ethan Sullivan, dressed in plain clothes, pulled out his phone and started dialing.

People passing by all gave him strange looks, like he was some kind of fool.

"He's gotta be fresh outta the village. Actually bought that crap?"

"Total scam, man. Like anyone just hands out free money."

"Yeah right, and I’m the Emperor himself.”

Ethan’s face burned. He didn’t care if it was a woman or not—he was broke and starving.

Just three days ago, Ethan had been kicked down the mountain by the old man. He’d arrived in Jiangcheng alone.

He’d been raised by that old guy since childhood, learning ancient arts, medicine, geomancy, the I Ching...

Now that he’d hit the peak of his cultivation thanks to his innate Burning Dragon Body, he had to find a “Blossomed Body” to break through and unlock his dragon veins. That’s what the old man said.

And he also handed Ethan a Qilin Jade—said if he could find the four pieces that go with it, his lost childhood memories would return. His past, his origins, all hidden in there.

Then came the final errand—repaying a debt. A century ago, the old man had been saved by someone in this city. He calculated their descendant was in trouble, so he sent Ethan down here to return the favor.

Ethan owed the old man too much. He agreed without hesitation, full of excitement.

But the moment he stepped off the train in Jiangcheng, his wallet got stolen.

He tried making money reading people’s fortunes and offering feng shui advice—no one bought it. Called him a conman.

After three days wandering hungry, he saw that ad pinned on the utility pole and decided to sell what little innocence he had left.

The call connected.

“Hello,” came a sweet, syrupy voice.

It hit Ethan straight in the spine. He was still a virgin, after all. “Well, I, uh…”

“Don’t think, cutie. We were meant to meet. I’m in Regal Inn, Room 601. I’ll be waiting. Don’t forget—601.”

That voice melted like honey.

“Oh… okay, I’ll head over now.”

After hanging up, Ethan asked directions from a few folks and went straight to Regal Inn.

Didn’t take long to find Room 601.

He rubbed his hands, nerves building up.

He took a deep breath and knocked.

“Come in. It’s unlocked."

The voice inside was cold and distant—not like that sugary tone on the phone.

Ethan found that odd, but he didn’t dwell on it. He pushed the door open and walked in.

Thinking it was a private matter, he shut the door behind him.

He walked through a short hallway and entered the room.

And then he froze.

She was lying on the bed.

Early twenties, maybe. Full chest, slim waist, long legs smooth as jade and dangerously shaped. You’d swear they could squeeze a man to death.

She was sprawled there, sultry and still. Her gorgeous face glowed with a blush, her eyes gleamed cold yet seductive.

Ethan stood there, wide-eyed, completely stunned.So this Devon Lawson lady offering big money for a baby... turns out she’s drop-dead gorgeous?

Ethan Sullivan was instantly stunned. At that moment, money? Worthless. He'd do it just to help fulfill her wish.

"Find her! I don’t care if you have to tear the place apart! Bring me that woman!"

A furious roar echoed from outside. Somebody was clearly out for blood.

"Uh… should I go take a quick shower first?" Ethan asked awkwardly. This was, after all, his first time.

Sure, he'd seen things in the old man's secret stash, but real stuff? Not the same.

Before he could move, the beauty on the bed snatched his hand.

"Shower? Screw the shower. Now. Do it," Luna Scott growled between clenched teeth. Her breath came hot and heavy, her cheeks flushed deep crimson.

A few hours earlier, Luna had been out dealing with clients and drinking over business talk. She hadn’t noticed anything at first, but soon her head spun, her body burned… that was when it hit her. Someone had drugged her.

With the last of her strength, she’d fled and ducked into a cheap inn nearby.

She’d tried to fight it, clenching her jaw, hoping it’d pass. But it didn’t. In the end, she gave up. If some man, any man, walked through that door… he’d do.

Between innocence and survival? Survival came first.

She needed to live to take revenge.

Then came Ethan—plain clothes, cloth shoes, country bumpkin look—but not bad on the eyes.

Better to lose it to this bumpkin than that scum who drugged her.

“Huh? Now?” Ethan stiffened, hesitant. “I mean, this is my first time.”

Luna rolled her eyes. She was a woman, it was her first too.

"You coming or not? If not, get out."

Ethan snorted. “You think I’m scared of you? I’m coming.”

With that, he lunged.

Clothes flew. Jackets, robes, undershirts, even underthings, all hit the floor like raindrops.

"She’s... actually untouched?"

Right between her soft curves, Ethan spotted a peony-shaped birthmark.

Lucky bastard.

“Hurry!” Luna urged, already trembling. The drug had pushed her to the edge.

"Coming, coming."

Ethan quit talking, turned beastly, and dove in.

Half an hour later—

The two dressed in silence.

Ethan gave Luna a small smile.

"What are you smiling at? Get lost!" Her tone turned ice-cold. Luna had her senses back now, with murder in her eyes.

Ethan scratched the back of his head. “Well…”

"What, you still want more? Dream on.”

She couldn't believe she'd just given herself to this nobody. Like throwing meat to a stray dog.

“It’s not that. I just…”

Ethan narrowed his eyes. Don't tell me... she’s trying to walk away without paying?

"Shut it! You say a word about this, I’ll have someone end you,” Luna snarled, biting down on every syllable.

"You haven’t paid me yet,” Ethan said flatly.

"...What?” Luna froze. Maybe she didn’t hear right.

He took her virginity... and *he* wanted money?