Flirting Recklessly With the White Moonlight Will Get You Marked - Chapter 1

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At 11 p.m., the streets were sparsely populated, and the moonlight scattered in fragmented white beams across the ground.

You, having just finished work and returned home alone, gradually felt a tinge of loneliness.

Pushing open the door and stepping into the bedroom, your gaze landed on a stunning beauty lying on your bed. Her long hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her exquisite face. Her lips were a delicate shade of red, and her body was draped in a thin, cool gauze that outlined her perfect curves. Beneath the gauze, hints of soft pink peeked through.

Sensing your arrival, her clenched fingers relaxed, and the gauze naturally slipped from her shoulders.

The room was filled with the sweet, rich scent of citrus. Her fair cheeks were flushed pink as she lifted her eyes, her pupils reflecting your figure.

As your presence enveloped her, she crawled closer, her scorching fingers encircling your waist. She looked up at you, her gaze meeting yours as you towered over her, taking in all her pride.

You chose first to pick up the cup on the table, politely offering her a sip of water. The woman nestled in your arms, her abnormally warm body searing against yours. She drank too hastily, leaving her lips glistening wet, droplets trailing down the corner of her mouth.

Unable to resist, you reached out, brushing your finger against her lips to wipe the moisture away.

She gently bit your finger, a transparent silver strand clinging to your fingertip.

Then, she pressed your hand against her chest, her voice warm and trembling, her damp, bright eyes pleading helplessly: “Master, help me…”

[Will the player choose to help her?]

Yan Qingqiu didn’t hesitate to tap “Accept”: Help, help, help!

Not helping at this point would be inhuman.

[Game Over. Your gland was excised. Instant death.]

“…?”

The screen displayed hyper-realistic game animations—the beautiful woman lay on the bed, and as a pop-up appeared, several pink buttons materialized beside her.

She could click the buttons at any time or touch the screen freely. Each interaction would prompt the beautiful woman to react with corresponding expressions and affection points.

But one misstep, and the game would end with the beautiful woman killing her.

Yet, wasn’t a dangerous woman the most deadly allure of all?

Yan Qingqiu loved this thrill and started over without hesitation.

3 a.m. on a Saturday, the early autumn air slightly chilly.

Moonlight slipped through the undrawn curtains, casting a second glow on the white walls of the otherwise pitch-black room.

Curled under the blankets, Yan Qingqiu swiped her fingers across the screen. Her chin grew tired from pressing against the pillow, so she shifted to her side, continuing her conquest. Under her fingertips, the beautiful woman revealed shy expressions, occasionally emitting whispers that warmed her ears.

“Am I running a fever? Why do I grow hot at the thought of you?”

“Master, I can keenly feel your presence.”

“I love your touch.”

“May I know your name?”

Soon, her game nickname popped up at the bottom of the screen. Yan Qingqiu struggled to type out her response using the provided options:

“I am Pure·Left Turn at the Street Corner Pomelo Turn·Shang Mochi·Hathaway·Fallen Angel.”

After sending it, the screen went dark for a long moment before suddenly displaying a voice button. Yan Qingqiu quickly pressed it and corrected herself: “But you may call me by my nickname, Qiu Er.”

“Your name is truly special. I’ll remember it well.”

Yan Qingqiu’s face flushed. She bit her lip.

The voice actor for this game must be incredibly seductive, the voice alone was intoxicating. She should have recorded it to use as a lullaby.

Having just finished a week’s work, she planned to stay up all night. Coincidentally, her phone had popped up this immersive ad.

Drawn in by the first line, she immediately downloaded the game and accidentally played until the dead of night.

This low-budget game was as shameless as advertised.

Her fingers burned with excitement.

Even if the game later demanded payment, she was willing to splurge.

Yan Qingqiu bit her lip and continued tapping the buttons. The woman’s face grew redder, her grip on the sheets tightening as she began to beg for mercy.

Yan Qingqiu didn’t stop. She tapped faster.

Suddenly, the screen went black again. The light in Yan Qingqiu’s pupils dimmed. She gulped, her fingers nervously tapping the screen, afraid to exit lest she lose her progress.

Finally, the screen lit up.

A question appeared, likely the gateway to the official paid content after the tutorial.

First fill-in-the-blank question:
“You catch your boyfriend on a date with his white moonlight. Her eyes shimmer, her red lips glistening. At this moment, you would—”_

Yan Qingqiu didn’t hesitate: “Kick the scumbag’s head off, then aggressively kiss the beauty until she’s breathless!”

Second multiple-choice question:
“You’ve differentiated into an ultra-rare SSS-grade Omega. Before engaging in intimate activities, you discover your ex’s white moonlight lying on the bed. Your choice is:

A. Excise your gland to forcibly end the heat.
B. Beg the cheating partner for a suppressant.”

Yan Qingqiu, being the wildest woman alive, chose A without a second thought.

Third question:
“Choose your favorite personality archetype:”

A. Gentle and sweet (girl-next-door vibes)
B. Dark and psychotic (slight displeasure = you and your parents are dead)
C. Untouchable ice queen (cold as the distant moon)
D. Passionate bombshell (she’ll give you all the thrills)

“Why choose? I’ll take them all! And if there’s a scheming stepsister, a fiery stepmother, or an innocent stepsister later, throw them at me too—I’m open to all!”

Fourth blind-selection question: “□□□□”_

When in doubt, choose C.

After N questions, the final one appeared: “□□□□□□□ for three days and three nights.”

“Three days and three nights? Who do you take me for? Make it ten days to half a month—go ahead, arrange it.”

Yan Qingqiu didn’t overthink it, nor did she realize her surroundings were shifting based on her choices. Assuming it was just a game, she filled in the answers wildly and provocatively.

But for the last question, she felt a hint of shyness and toned it down slightly: “Seven days and seven nights. I’ll be a bit more conservative.”

After submitting, she imagined the game’s plot:

The stunning beauty from earlier must be the female lead. She, the player, was the villainess. There was probably a male love interest caught in a love triangle. “You love me, I don’t love you, I’ll destroy you.”

The villainess, unable to win the male lead’s affection, imprisons the female lead and torments her.

Eventually, the female lead becomes a blackened moonlight, slaughters everyone, and presses a blade to the villainess’s throat, ending her with one stroke.

But Yan Qingqiu refused to follow the script. Her goal was to mess with the beauty.

In the end, the male lead would kneel, weeping: “Don’t leave me!”

Yan Qingqiu would wrap her arms around the female lead’s waist and say: “Darling, kiss me—deeply.”

With all questions answered, Yan Qingqiu tapped the screen, eager for the game to load. If the beauty didn’t appear soon, she’d be the one dying.

But time ticked by, and the beauty never came.

The screen kept spinning: “World generating… 35%.”

Refusing to give up, Yan Qingqiu propped up her chin and waited. It was now 4 a.m.

Exhausted, she dozed off briefly.

Waking up once, she checked her phone—the game was at 99%.

Closing her eyes again, the time read: 4:44.

In a daze, the furniture around her floated, turning into transparent bubbles. She was trapped inside one, drifting into darkness. Still half-asleep, the bubbles burst upon touching light, vanishing one by one.

The scattered golden light was blinding, as if concealing vast treasures that stirred greed in anyone who passed.

Yan Qingqiu, with her notoriously poor self-control, was helpless against the lure of wealth. Vaguely aware she was dreaming, she didn’t ponder the demons lurking behind the light. Without hesitation, she pushed open a door of sin.

A step further, and she heard heavy breathing.

Like in every dream, her body felt uncontrollable.

Her mind buzzed like a glitching computer, emitting jarring “error” sounds that morphed into the grating chirps of cicadas.

That night, Yan Qingqiu slept fitfully. Her body felt as if it had been moved from a cramped rental to a soft cloud, teetering on the edge of a fall. Vines coiled around her, tightening as if to strangle her.

At dawn, Yan Qingqiu opened her eyes to a white ceiling adorned with luxurious crystal star lights.

The cicadas’ screeching filled her ears. Rolling over, she saw the bed draped in white velvet, an ornate European-style mirror reflecting everything on it.

The woman on the bed herself—lifted her lashes lazily, her shoulders tilting forward to reveal smooth, milky skin. Under the soft light, her chest and legs glowed as if glazed with honey. She was a natural-born seductress.

Yan Qingqiu sat up, her slender legs brushing together. The sensation drew a soft moan from her lips.

The mirror reflected her image, her left ankle adorned with a velvet bell that chimed with her movements.

Naked, with a butterfly-shaped bite mark on her shoulder, her gaze was weary yet haughty. Long, slightly curled blue-tinted hair spilled over her chest, exuding an air of spoiled arrogance.

Was this her?

Yan Qingqiu barely believed it. She scrambled out of bed, hastily wrapping herself in a thin blanket before rushing to the mirror. She pinched her face, squeezed her waist, and grabbed her butt.

The face and figure were hers, but her skin was flawless, her body toned—as if she’d shed her worn-out office-worker self and been reborn as a pampered young mistress untouched by hardship.

But this was clearly not her room.

Hours earlier, she’d been curled on the floor, dreaming of buying a mansion in a game after striking it rich. How had she ended up here?

The shift was too abrupt.

Yan Qingqiu flung open the window to assess her surroundings. Outside, lush greenery sprawled, roses carpeted the ground, and pink climbing roses adorned the fence. The golden morning sun mingled with the fragrant air, creating an intoxicating aroma.

A man in a tailcoat and gold-rimmed glasses—resembling a royal butler—turned and bowed respectfully. “Good morning, Miss.”

Startled, Yan Qingqiu slammed the window shut and crouched beneath it, chewing her nails nervously.

A few hours ago, she’d have thought she was drunk, reenacting Pan Jinlian’s infamous window scene. But now—what was this?

Transmigration?

This made no sense. She hadn’t read any transmigration novels about sharing a name with the protagonist, nor had she picked up any strange flyers.

She’d just been playing a game… a game?

Wait, had she transmigrated?

Wasn’t this supposed to be an immersive game experience?

Three minutes later, the butler watering the roses watched as the young mistress charged downstairs, her skirt hitched up, her cheeks flushed, and her high heels dangling from one hand.

Puzzled, he asked, “Miss, why are you dressed—”

“No time to explain! Get the car ready!” she panted.

Seated in the backseat, Yan Qingqiu avoided eye contact, afraid the butler would notice something amiss. She carefully slipped on her shoes, their diamond-studded tips making her dizzy. She tried to make sense of her situation.

First, she’d played a game where a beauty begged for help. She’d succumbed and clicked “Accept,” then filled out absurd choices, conservatively opting for “seven days and seven nights.”

Next, she woke up here, with some system threatening her to complete tasks or die.

[Ding—]

[Congratulations Host, for accepting your transmigration into the game.]

“????”

Nonsense! She hadn’t accepted anything!

System: “You have only 30 minutes left to live. Complete the task promptly. Oh, update—27 minutes now.”

Yan Qingqiu steadied herself. “I want to go back.”

The system deflected: “The task is simple. The plot has been triggered. Complete it, and there are rewards~”

“Extend the time. I know nothing about the plot. If it’s hell-mode from the start, I’ll die instantly!”

System: “Don’t worry, Host. In a way, you know the plot better than I do! Go for it!”

The black Lincoln stopped. Only 15 minutes remained.

The butler opened the door for her, following her gaze before nodding knowingly.

By the café window sat a woman in a black velvet V-neck dress, a white diamond glinting on her choker. Her hair was pinned up, her bangs partially obscuring her sharp, cold eyes. Sunlight bathed her shoulders as she stirred her coffee lazily, exuding an intimidating maturity.

The man across from her gazed at her tenderly, speaking with palpable affection. Their relationship seemed ambiguous.

The woman noticed Yan Qingqiu first—clearly recognizing her—and smiled faintly, sipping her coffee.

But Yan Qingqiu’s back ran cold.

She remembered vividly: this enchantress had sucked her finger, and the screen had gone black. Game Over. She’d been killed instantly.

Regret flooded her. She should’ve brought a knife for self-defense in case this was a horror game. Well, first-time transmigration jitters. Her high heels could serve as weapons if needed.

With 10 minutes left, she stepped forward. “Bring it on.”

The eerie electronic voice chimed again:
[Mission: Clear the game to return to reality.
Level 1 Conditions:
1. Smash your ex’s head in.
2. Kiss the white moonlight until she’s breathless.
3. Excise your gland.]

Yan Qingqiu’s legs nearly gave out: “?”

What kind of nonsense was this? And why did these conditions sound so damn familiar?