Chapter 191: pervert?

The density of the silence inside the subterranean vault remained absolute, broken only by the rhythmic, heavy drawing of Min-Soo’s breath. Beside him, Lady Ling-Xian’s transparent form drifted through the cool air, her amber soul energy radiating a subtle, vibrating pressure against his temples as she attempted to forcibly widen his closed spiritual pathways. The air was dry, empty of any natural Qi, making every single inch of progress feel like dragging iron weights through sand.

Suddenly, Ling-Xian’s long white sleeves snapped shut. Her dark, starry eyes narrowed, her transparent figure instantly turning toward the heavy steel door of the basement.

"Someone has just crossed the outer security perimeter of your stone gates, Min-Soo," her voice dropped to a sharp, defensive whisper inside his skull. "A female entity. Her breathing is shallow, and her emotional aura is completely erratic. The presence is approaching the main terrace stairs."

Min-Soo opened his eyes, his pupils dark and analytical. He checked the digital watch interface on his wrist. It read exactly 8:59 PM.

"Go back to the seal," Min-Soo murmured, standing up from the concrete floor and brushing a speck of dust from his trousers. "I will handle it from here."

"Do not neglect your breathing exercises while I am gone," Ling-Xian said, her ethereal figure already turning into a fine trail of white smoke. With a soft rush of air that smelled faintly of ancient peach blossoms, she snapped cleanly inside the dull bronze band on his index finger, leaving the room dead silent once more.

Min-Soo walked up the concrete steps, unlocked the heavy basement door, and moved through the dimly lit corridors of his new estate. He reached the grand foyer and slid the biometric security lock open.

The fireproof door swung back smoothly.

Choi Jin-Ah stood on the stone threshold, the cool evening breeze rustling her hair. She had followed his instructions with absolute, terrifying precision. The oversized grey servant apron and the wrinkled clothes from the logistics building were completely gone. She wore a sleek, tight-fitting black velvet wrap dress that plunged sharply at the neckline, the fabric stretching tightly over the smooth, voluptuous curves of her waist and full hips. Her long dark hair was loose, cascading down her back, and her face was clean, her lips painted a soft rose color that trembled slightly under his cold gaze.

She looked breathtakingly beautiful, her previous arrogant facade completely replaced by a deep, helpless compliance that made her look like an entirely different woman.

"I’m here, Min-Soo," Jin-Ah whispered, her fingers tightly clutching a small designer clutch bag against her thigh. Her wide eyes darted nervously toward the pristine, marble floors of the grand foyer. "It’s exactly nine. I didn’t take the subway... I took a premium taxi to ensure I wasn’t a single minute late."

Before Min-Soo could answer her, a sharp, incredibly clear chime rang directly behind his ears. It wasn’t the system text. It was the smooth, crystal-clear voice of Lady Ling-Xian, speaking to him through the soul link of the bronze ring.

"Min-Soo... why did you call this mortal girl to your private estate at this hour of the night?" Her voice held a deep, intense curiosity, her ancient awareness tracking the beauty of the girl standing on the porch.

Min-Soo kept his expression entirely flat, his hands remaining tucked into his pockets as he stepped aside to let Jin-Ah enter the warm foyer. "I think you should better not know about it, Lady Ling. Sleep and recover inside your ring. I will handle my own household."

Inside his mind, a long, heavy silence stretched between them. Min-Soo could feel her ancient soul residue swirling inside the bronze band, her thoughts rapidly processing the tight velvet dress, Jin-Ah’s submissive posture, and the complete isolation of the three-story mansion.

"Is he... is he thinking of doing that?" Ling-Xian’s thoughts leaked through the soul link, her tone dropping into a soft, slow murmur that carried a rare, flustered edge. "Pervert~."

"It’s not what you think," Min-Soo replied internally, his business logic completely steady, anchoring her wild assumptions. "I am just going to do a few things for money. Rest."

He had zero intention of explaining the unlinked interface to an ancient cultivation master. The system was his ultimate absolute leverage, a lone-user interference that remained barred from everyone, mortal or immortal.

Min Soo locked the heavy security door behind them, the solid steel deadbolts clicking into place with a definitive thud that made Jin-Ah’s shoulders flinch. He turned to her, his gaze scanning her tight dress with the cold calculation of an asset manager.

"Come up to my room, Jin-Ah," Min-Soo said, his voice flat. "And sit on the sofa."

"Yes," she whispered quickly, her high heels clicking softly against the marble stairs as she followed two paces behind his shoulder, her head bowed in total submission.

They entered his spacious, minimalist master bedroom. The glass balcony doors showed the dark silhouette of the suburban mountain ridge. Jin-Ah walked over to the wide, black leather sofa near the window and sat down on the edge of the cushions, her knees pressed tightly together, her hands resting flat against her thighs as she waited for his command. Her heart was beating so hard beneath her velvet dress that her chest rose and fell in short, uneven pants.

Min-Soo stood three paces away, his back to the glass. He focused his mind, his thoughts cutting straight into the system

’System. Show me all features again.’

A sharp white light instantly grid-mapped his vision, freezing his surroundings as the advanced interface menus rolled out across his sight with intense clarity.

[Supreme Intimacy Extraction System: Advanced Layout Active.]

[Current Liquid Balance: $2,691,000.]

[Target Scanned: Choi Jin-Ah. Beauty Score: 88. Status: Absolute Compliance.]

[Available Extraction Nodes:]

[ Tier 1 (Skin Brush): $1,000 / sec]

[ Tier 2 (Continuous Hand-Lock): $10,000 / sec]

[ Tier 3 (Oral Intimacy / Kiss): $100,000 / sec]

[ Tier 5 (Advanced Thigh / Waist Lock): $200,000 / sec]

[ Tier 6 (Advanced Chest / Gluteal Grip): $500,000 / sec]

Min-Soo’s gaze dropped from the glowing crimson text boxes down to the beautiful, trembling girl sitting on his leather cushions, her entire family’s survival hanging on his next word. His eyes narrowed slightly as the one-month countdown to the twenty-million-dollar Star-Core Lotus auction locked into his brain.

He took a slow step forward, his shadow completely enveloping her.

’So... from where do we start?! ’He thought