Clearly, you could've controlled the overpowered female lead, Feng Aotian, but instead, they forced you into the male lead's perspective.
Even during gameplay, you're just an ordinary person with no powers, only maxed-out support abilities.
Your gaming experience revolves around mastering side jobs.
Like forging weapons, brewing potions, and cooking for the woman you love (Lilith) so she can woo the women *she* loves…
Basically, the ultimate sacrificial lamb.
Seemingly Lilith's boyfriend, but in reality, just a title for convenience, a beard to hide her true yuri goals.
Every time Xia Ya played this broken game, he found it absurd.
How could a single line of Lilith's PUA max out the affection he'd spent half a day grinding for?
Then he'd stand outside the door, watching her unlock new CGs with other girls.
True, the artwork was amazing, but from this perspective, all he felt was frustration.
He grinded the affection, yet his fiancée enjoyed it while he watched from the sidelines?
Recalling the frustration from playing the game, Xia Ya's anger surged as he looked at the tea-mastering miss, even if it was just a recording.
Rage meter maxed!
The pure love warrior will eventually fall into cuckoldry!
He desperately wanted this arrogant Feng Aotian to taste the sufferer's pain.
On the other side,
Tia watched Miss's image, her expression seemingly dignified, but her eyes gleamed with fanatical admiration.
Until the image faded.
The fanaticism in her eyes receded, replaced by cold disdain as she looked at Xia Ya.
A stark contrast!
"You heard Miss's instructions, right?"
Her cold voice dripped with undisguised contempt.
"Miss has high hopes for you. You'd better pass the Seven Shields Academy entrance exam and fulfill her wishes."
The white-haired maid's condescending tone made it seem like she was scolding him on her mistress's behalf.
But would Xia Ya take that?
"Oh."
His tone was casual, utterly unmoved.
"Why didn't Lilith show up herself?"
To Xia Ya's question, Tia responded with a cold snort.
She tilted her chin slightly, looking down at him.
"Miss has more important matters to attend to."
Her disdainful expression seemed to say, *How dare you expect Miss to appear for trash like you?*
"Hmph."
Xia Ya chuckled, his voice dripping with mockery.
He knew full well what Lilith was likely doing—rushing academy rankings or flirting with girls?
That's Feng Aotian's campus life in a nutshell.
She has time to play with dogs but not to spend time with you!
But his attitude infuriated Tia.
For someone like Miss to leave a recording for this trash was already a great honor. How dare he be so disrespectful?
"Trash, who do you think you are to speak to Miss like that?"
Tia stepped forward, her eyes narrowing, her curvaceous figure exuding a dangerous aura.
Pressure surged.
But Xia Ya merely glanced at her coldly.
In the early game, Lilith was still somewhat human.
She'd give small gifts like potions or scrolls to motivate him.
Even a dog gets treats, right?
But!
Every gift was intercepted by this maid.
Not a single item ever reached Xia Ya's hands.
Tia didn't take them for their value.
It was because they carried Lilith's scent.
Yes, you heard that right.
Tia, the icy maid, was actually a pervert obsessed with Miss's scent!
In the game, he couldn't teach this foul-mouthed pervert a lesson.
But this is reality!
Think it, do it!
That's Xia Ya's personality—a decisive, pure-blooded man.
Meanwhile,
Tia intended to teach Xia Ya a lesson, forcing him to respect Miss.
But the next second, a powerful force struck her, spinning her world. Her back slammed into the hard wall.
The sudden impact caused her ample assets to jiggle uncontrollably.
Tia's vision blurred as a handsome face loomed before her.
"Thud!"
A dull, heavy sound—a palm striking the wall, or perhaps a heartbeat.
Caught off guard, Tia was stunned.
She stared blankly at the dark-haired hunk before her, unable to connect him to the trash in her mind.
Xia Ya looked down at her, his eyes devoid of emotion.
He gripped her wrist, pressing it against the wall.
Leaning closer, his chest pressed against her still-trembling figure.
Then, in a husky, magnetic voice, he said coldly,
"After all, I'm nominally Miss's fiancé."
"Is this how a maid speaks to her future master?"
Tia finally snapped out of her shock.
But her humiliation only deepened.
Being subdued by trash she looked down on was an insult.
"What are you doing, trash!?"
Tia's eyes blazed with hatred, as if contaminated by filth.
Her response? A slap.
The crisp sound echoed, and Tia's fleeting rationality vanished again.
Her cheek burned with pain.
She stared blankly, speechless.
The man before her dominated her world, his aura absolutely crushing.
Today's Xia Ya was nothing like she remembered.
The pressure was overwhelming.
She forgot to resist, forgot her own strength surpassed his.
As for Xia Ya?
His goal was simple—
An arrogant, foul-mouthed maid deserved punishment.
Next,
Tia was flipped, her face pressed against the wall, her assets squashed.
Her hands pinned behind her, she was completely immobilized.
"Chirping maid, remember how to speak to your future master."
Xia Ya's voice was calm, exuding an indescribable nobility and elegance, his domineering posture utterly natural.
As he lectured, his hands didn't stop.
Gripping her wrists, he delivered a bamboo shoot and pork stir-fry—a painful lesson.
The pain, already intense, now deepened, leaving the never-before-punished maid utterly devastated!
The ice queen cracked.
The usually arrogant Tia rarely showed fear.
The full-length mirror reflected the entire room. Xia Ya saw Tia's pained, fearful expression.
Truly satisfying.
Xia Ya enjoyed it, his punishment unrelenting.
"Smack, smack, smack…"
The pain accumulated, and Tia nearly slid down the wall.
Helpless, she could only endure silently.
Her fearful expression contrasted sharply with her previous cold disdain. Even the foul-mouthed ice queen had a submissive side.
Hmm, not bad.
Xia Ya was pleased with his lesson.
Reality was simpler than the game?
He pinched her cheeks, his movements light yet threatening,
"Don't let it happen again."
Xia Ya left with a reminder, his steps graceful, a dashing young master.
Leaving behind the white-haired maid, her body slumping to the ground.
Even after his footsteps faded, Tia remained stunned and fearful.
Finally, her eyes focused.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror, her disheveled state making her deny it was herself.
The pain in her rear slowly eased, and her limp body regained strength.
Tia's emotions calmed.
Then, she realized something was off.
Finally snapping out of it, Tia clenched her teeth, recalling Xia Ya's identity.
He was just Miss's lapdog, a weak, talentless trash!
How was she subdued by him!?
Recalling her earlier humiliation, Tia's anger surged.
A lapdog dared treat her like that!?
And he succeeded.
Her eyes filled with shame and hatred, soon masked by cold indifference.
This debt… will be settled slowly!