Yao Zuizui returned to the immortal realm with a light heart.
The immortal realm was as peaceful and serene as ever, with faint, ethereal music drifting through the air.
She hurriedly made her way to the palace of the Immortal Venerable Suhei.
The Immortal Venerable had once saved her life, and she had always been grateful, eager to repay the favor.
So when the Immortal Venerable was troubled by the Great Demon King, she was the first to volunteer to help.
Fortunately, this time, the young attendant guarding the palace gate informed Yao Zuizui that the Immortal Venerable Suhei would see her.
Yao Zuizui rushed in excitedly. Suhei sat calmly in the hall, his expression serene and indifferent.
“Immortal Venerable, I’m back.”
“Hmm. When will you go again?”
Yao Zuizui hesitated, casting a tentative glance at Suhei. “Now… now?”
She knew this was likely the answer he most wanted to hear.
Sure enough, a trace of delight flickered in the Immortal Venerable’s handsome eyes. “Excellent.”
Yao Zuizui paused for a moment. After experiencing four different worlds, there were many things she still hadn’t figured out.
But she didn’t know who to ask.
Under Suhei’s urging gaze, Yao Zuizui had no choice but to leave the palace quickly, preparing to depart for the next world.
Unbeknownst to her, the moment the doors closed behind her, a trickle of blood escaped Suhei’s lips, his expression twisted in agony.
He sighed softly, murmuring to no one in particular, “You can’t win against me. Why struggle?”
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[New World: The Great Demon King’s Seven Deadly Sins Attribute—Lust (Thinking this would be a wild ride? Buckle up—this is the bus to kindergarten.)]
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“Miss, based on your hCG and progesterone levels, you’re about one month pregnant,” the doctor said matter-of-factly, as if she were just another patient among the hundreds she saw daily.
There was nothing particularly unusual about this girl—except, perhaps, that she was exceptionally beautiful.
At twenty-two, her skin was smooth and radiant, full of collagen, delicate to the touch. Her slightly upturned eyes carried an air of endless charm and allure, yet her gaze remained clear and innocent.
Some people were simply born to attract men’s attention.
Clearly, the girl named “Xu Weiwei” on the medical record belonged to this category.
Yao Zuizui stared blankly at the doctor, taking a long moment to process the news.
She was pregnant.
She was pregnant?!
Yao Zuizui jumped up from her seat as if stung by a needle, staring at the doctor in disbelief.
The doctor, accustomed to such reactions, immediately understood—this young woman had no idea who the father was.
She sighed. Pretty girls were far too often deceived.
Picking up a blank sheet of paper, the doctor scribbled something down. “Come back tomorrow for an ultrasound. If you want to terminate the pregnancy, we can discuss it in detail after the scan.”
“Okay.” Yao Zuizui took the paper and headed home.
The sunlight outside was bright and warm, but it couldn’t penetrate the gloom in Yao Zuizui’s heart.
What kind of mess was this?
She’d barely arrived and was already pregnant?
The problem was, even the original Xu Weiwei didn’t know where this child had come from. How was she supposed to find someone to take responsibility?
She began combing through Xu Weiwei’s memories, afraid of missing even the slightest clue.
Xu Weiwei had just graduated from university and was working at a Fortune 500 company, already halfway through her probation period.
She was beautiful, well-educated, and had a pleasant temperament—a goddess in the eyes of many men.
Countless suitors had pursued her—sending flowers, asking her out, “accidentally” running into her.
But Xu Weiwei had high standards and hadn’t accepted any of them.
She was also disciplined—never drank, never attended social gatherings, never went to bars where men might hit on her, and certainly never gave anyone the chance to drug her.
Yao Zuizui racked her brain but couldn’t figure out how this child had come to be.
Xu Weiwei lived alone in this bustling city, renting a small apartment on the 17th floor.
Fortunately, her probationary salary was decent, and the company had a policy of subsidizing half of employees’ rent.
On weekends, most of the building’s young residents were out socializing, leaving the place eerily quiet.
Yao Zuizui stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 17th floor.
The elevator was small—less than two square meters—but elegantly decorated, with marble floors and a full-length mirror, exuding a touch of bourgeois charm.
Women love beauty, and Yao Zuizui couldn’t resist admiring herself in the mirror.
She wore a knee-length fringed coat, cinched at the waist with a thin belt. Her skin was flawless, her figure curvaceous, with long, straight legs.
Yao Zuizui was quite pleased with her appearance.
But then, the elevator lights began flickering.
They had only reached the fifth floor. Yao Zuizui had only pressed the button for the 17th, yet now, every floor’s button was lit up.
The lights flickered incessantly, and the elevator’s ascent suddenly halted—stuck between the fifth and sixth floors.
In the alternating light and darkness, Yao Zuizui instinctively looked into the mirror.
She saw nothing.
The mirror was pitch black, not even reflecting her own image.
Then, she felt a chill on her neck, as if something was lightly nibbling at her skin.
She reached up to touch it but found nothing.
Her neck was empty, yet the sensation persisted—sliding down to her collarbone, then further.
It was as if a snake had slithered into her collar.
The creature’s cold, supple body pressed tightly against her, sharing in the warmth of her skin.
The sensation continued downward until she felt something strange at her thighs—the snake was still moving.
It gnawed at everything in its path.
Then, Yao Zuizui felt as if she were being restrained.
She couldn’t move.
And something was gripping her firm backside.
Yao Zuizui wasn’t afraid of ghosts—she was an immortal, after all.
But now, she was genuinely annoyed.
What the hell was this?
Was she being molested by a ghost?
How dare a ghost be so bold? Once she got back, she’d banish it to the eighteenth layer of the underworld, ensuring it could never reincarnate!
“Rumble—” The elevator finally resumed operation.
The lights stabilized, and everything returned to normal.
Yao Zuizui smoothly ascended to the 17th floor.
After dismissing the apologetic maintenance worker waiting outside, she returned home, feeling deeply unsettled.
The first thing she did was take a shower.
Who knew if that ghost was clean? It had touched her all over.
Disgusting.
After her shower, Yao Zuizui lounged on the couch, her hair still damp.
She wore a pure white cotton nightgown, wrapped snugly around her. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin as smooth as a freshly peeled egg. Her delicate feet dangled in the air, her toenails a faint pink—innocent yet alluring.
But there was no one here to appreciate the sight.
Yao Zuizui picked up her phone and scrolled through her contacts, reviewing every conversation.
Still, she found nothing.
With a sigh, she tossed the phone aside.
Yao Zuizui didn’t want to terminate the pregnancy. Though the child wasn’t fully formed yet, it was still a life.
But she had no choice. Given the Great Demon King’s temperament, if she had a child, he would never fall in love with her.
The mission came first.
After whispering a few apologies to the child in her belly, Yao Zuizui drifted into a fitful sleep.
She woke up feeling crushed, struggling to breathe.
Her limbs were immobile, her head unable to turn.
It was as if a boulder weighed her down, leaving her only able to open her eyes—nothing else.
Yao Zuizui knew she was experiencing sleep paralysis—a ghost pressing down on her.
Was it the same ghost from the elevator?
Yao Zuizui couldn’t take it anymore. “Let me go! You’re going to crush me to death!”
“You won’t die,” came a cold reply. The weight didn’t lessen.
But from those three words, Yao Zuizui realized—
The Great Demon King Suhei was this ghost?!
The next second, her thoughts were yanked back.
Because the ghost was biting her neck.
Over and over, with no regard for gentleness.
The icy chill made her shiver in the late autumn night.
“It’s so cold! Let me go!” Her limbs were still immobilized, so she could only sound as fierce as possible.
No verbal response came.
Instead, her proudest assets were roughly kneaded twice.
“…” Yao Zuizui longed to call for Ji Zican, who always obeyed her.
Ji Zican, you’re so adorable.
But the ghost atop her didn’t care about who was adorable.
He just wanted to enjoy himself with the beauty beneath him.
For the first time in her life, Yao Zuizui was thoroughly molested by a ghost—utterly humiliated.
Before she could fully process this indignity, another shock sent her into panic.
The first button of her nightgown inexplicably came undone.
“What are you doing?! You pervert! You dead ghost! Let me go! Don’t take off my clothes!” Yao Zuizui was on the verge of tears. If she could move, she’d beat him to death!
The “dead ghost” pinning her down was named Ahei.
He found this noisy beauty rather exasperating.
Every time he visited, he used a bit of dark magic to ensure she slept soundly, waking up none the wiser.
Why had it failed today?
The usually serene beauty had turned into a crying, screaming nuisance. How annoying!
He didn’t know that dark magic had no effect on Yao Zuizui’s immortal soul.
Only the mortal Xu Weiwei would succumb to the spell, remaining oblivious even after getting pregnant.
Ahei paused for a few seconds, then undid her second button.
In desperation, Yao Zuizui blurted, “I’m pregnant! It’s yours!”
“…” Ahei didn’t seem surprised. At the same pace, he undid her third button.
The night was thick with darkness.
Chilly air swept over Yao Zuizui’s still-warm skin.
So cold.
In her mind, Yao Zuizui cursed Suhei thirteen thousand times.
It wasn’t as if she’d never been with Suhei before.
There was no need for pretense.
But she’d never been with a ghost.
Just the thought was bizarre.
But what could she do?
Pinned to the bed, completely immobilized.
She was like a fish on a chopping block, and Suhei was the sharp knife.
Frowning, she braced herself for the icy intrusion.
“I’m pregnant! How can you do this? Are you even human?!” Waves of coldness made Yao Zuizui curse aloud.
But then she remembered—
Suhei really wasn’t human anymore.
Not human!
Silently, Yao Zuizui endured the long, dark night.
And gained an experience she’d never had before.
The next day, Yao Zuizui expected to be sick from the cold.
But miraculously, she felt refreshed and energized.
“…” She refused to admit that last night had somehow improved her health.
She called her manager to take the day off, then headed to the hospital.
This child was Suhei’s—she didn’t need to terminate it.
But she needed to force him to show himself.
They’d already been… intimate, yet she’d never seen his face or had a proper conversation with him.
What kind of nonsense was this?
The hospital was crowded, and the line for ultrasounds was especially long.
To make her appointment, Yao Zuizui had braved the morning rush hour on the subway.
She wore a chic knitted dress that reached her knees, with tights underneath, but they couldn’t hide her shapely legs and stunning figure.
As soon as she boarded, men began crowding around her.
Some even deliberately pressed closer.
Though the subway ride was smooth, without sudden stops, someone took advantage of the station arrival to lean into her.
Yao Zuizui subtly moved away but had nowhere to go.
Then, a hand groped toward her.
Just as she was about to shout and expose the creep to the entire train—
The balding, greasy-faced man suddenly screamed.
He dropped his briefcase, clutching his groping hand in agony as he collapsed against the railing.
His fingers curled like claws, sweat pouring down his face.
Other passengers quickly backed away. These days, it was best not to intervene.
Yao Zuizui smirked in satisfaction. “Karma’s a bitch.”
As the train pulled into the station, she flipped her hair and strode off, leaving the groper to his fate.
She didn’t see the next day’s news—a man had jumped to his death in the middle of the night. His family and coworkers were baffled, but police investigations revealed shocking details about his… hobbies. A photo of the man accompanied the article.
At the hospital, Yao Zuizui managed to get her ultrasound during a lull.
Nothing unusual happened—if not for the subway incident, she might have doubted whether Suhei could appear during the day.
After the scan, she returned to the same doctor.
“Miss, your baby is just over a month old. See this spot here? That’s your little one. It’s still very small, but…” The doctor pointed at a blurry black dot on the ultrasound, explaining patiently.
This is their duty. If there is hope, they hope that every mother will not give up on the little angels who have come into this world with great difficulty.
Show them the unborn baby—perhaps it will stir a hint of compassion in them.
But the beautiful girl before her, just like the many others she had seen, had delicate features yet an unusually resolute expression: “I don’t want to see it. Please arrange for the removal of this child, doctor.”
“Ah…” The doctor sighed. “Are you really sure?”
“Yes.” Yao Zuizui nodded firmly, as if answering whether she wanted to eat today.
“Does your family know?” the doctor asked while typing on the keyboard.
“No,” Yao Zuizui shook her head casually. “I can handle it alone.”
“Alright. The surgery is scheduled for 3 PM, painless. The nurse outside will guide you through the preparation process.” The doctor paused, seemingly unwilling to give up. “Young lady, are you absolutely certain?”
“I’ve made up my mind.” Yao Zuizui walked out without looking back.
Her voice was crisp, carrying an undeniable resolve.
3 PM.
Yao Zuizui lay on the hospital bed right on time.
It was a minor procedure, and the operating room lacked the usual tension. The nurses and doctors even chatted and laughed occasionally.
The room was small, brightly lit.
Yao Zuizui had completed all the preparations.
Now, she only waited… for Suhei to appear.
“The surgery will only take five minutes. After an hour of observation, you can go home. Relax, take deep breaths—we’re about to administer the anesthesia,” the nurse recited mechanically, repeating the same script she had memorized for every procedure.
But today’s patient was exceptionally pretty.
“Alright.” Yao Zuizui stared at the cold, gleaming needle, her heart skipping a beat.
She almost wanted to scream for Suhei.
This is your child!
Do ghosts not care about their offspring?!
Perhaps her sincerity moved the heavens.
Before the anesthesia needle even got halfway to her, the lights in the operating room began flickering.
Fluorescent lights, surgical lamps—flashing incessantly, like intermittent lightning.
Accompanying it was the faint, sorrowful weeping of a woman, ethereal and soft.
Before the doctors and nurses could react, another wave of cries erupted—bright, newborn wails, full of vigor and endless resentment, piercing straight into the heart.
Perhaps these were the pitiful lamentations of the unborn babies who had been taken too soon in this very room.
Hearing these cries, Yao Zuizui couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow.
They had never seen the sun of the human world before being sent back to the underworld by cold surgical tools.
As an immortal, she knew how difficult it was to be reborn as a human.
That’s why she understood their suffering and mourned their loss even more.
The doctors and nurses were terrified.
Raised on Marxist scientific principles, they believed only in science, not ghosts. They had never witnessed anything like this.
Only Yao Zuizui remained calm, still immersed in sympathy for those lost souls.
The medical staff scrambled to flee, even forgetting the patient on the bed.
In the face of death, everyone thinks only of self-preservation.
No one would waste a single second of escape for a stranger.
As the operating room door opened, a brighter light streamed in amidst the flickering.
But the doctors and nurses, conditioned to close doors behind them, shut it firmly, sealing the eerie scene inside.
Yao Zuizui wasn’t in a hurry to leave. She sat up slowly, unsure where to look.
A mocking smile played on her lips. “What should I call you? My child’s… father?”
No response came, save for the babies’ cries.
“Before I remove this child, at least let me see what the father looks like?” she teased, feigning indifference.
As her words faded, the flickering stopped.
A shadow materialized before Yao Zuizui, slowly solidifying.
He was tall, handsome, dressed in a black jacket and leather pants, his skin unnaturally pale, his gaze cold and profoundly gloomy.
Had she not experienced his passionate embrace firsthand, Yao Zuizui would never have believed such an ascetic-looking ghost could be so… lustful.
“Suhei,” he said flatly. That was his name.
“Do not remove him.” That was his second sentence.
A command, icy and unyielding.
His tone held no emotion, like a shard of ice freshly dropped from the freezer—cold and brittle.
“Why should I listen to you?” Yao Zuizui tilted her head up defiantly.
The next second, his hand closed around her throat.
No mercy, no jest—just a blatant warning and threat.
He did not love her. There would be no tenderness, no sweet words.
If she resisted, the consequence was simple:
—Death.
Yao Zuizui clutched his arm, struggling to breathe. “I get it—I won’t remove it! I won’t!”
Only then did Suhei release her, his gaze still frigid.
Rubbing her neck, Yao Zuizui took several deep breaths before recovering.
She rolled her eyes. She had never met such a heartless ghost.
Then, she noticed something odd in Suhei’s expression.
His eyes, dark as obsidian, reflected her slender, fair neck—now faintly reddened from his grip, making her skin appear even softer and paler.
The icy depths of his gaze suddenly ignited with a flame—predatory, undeniable, inescapable.
A bone-deep longing for her warmth, her softness.
Yao Zuizui took a step back, bumping against the small hospital bed.
Suhei closed the distance, pressing her down once more.
“Hey, you pervert! This is a hospital operating room! A sickbed! What do you think you’re doing?!” She pushed at him frantically.
His body was freezing, his chest like a wall of ice, chilling her fingers to the bone.
Indignant, she struggled, but Suhei ignored her, his lips sealed, his hands moving with practiced ease.
Yao Zuizui wanted to cry but had no tears left. Once again, she found herself immobilized.
Watching helplessly as his slender fingers undid the buttons of her clothes one by one, she turned her head away, unable to bear the sight.
A strange, icy sensation ravaged her body.
At last, she understood.
Why mortals had coined such a phrase for curses.
It must have been inspired by ghosts like Suhei.
Lustful.
Ghost.
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