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🕑 Added 2025-09-13 19:56:25 +0000 UTCChapter 3: The Rules
After I fucked Su Wan, her mood was obviously especially good her face carried a sweet smile the whole time.
Once she had her clothes back on, though still sexy, that lewd, wanton appearance from moments before had completely vanished she once again became the pure, charming girl-next-door.
Uncle Zhang had just finished shooting a load into the bed nurse and now had no strength left. It seemed he had some opinions about me not letting him fuck Su Wan, because he stopped talking to me, lying back on his bed playing on his phone.
Su Wan sat by my bedside massaging the leg that wasn’t in a cast. I realized that I must have my own phone as well, so I asked her. She seemed to have just remembered too, hastily fishing out my phone from her bag.
When she handed it to me, she looked a bit guilty. I pinched her chin and asked what was wrong. She blushed and whispered,
“I… I used Master’s phone… to masturbate…”
I almost sprang another flag right there. After rewarding her with a kiss, she smiled even more sweetly and continued massaging my leg.
I started using the phone mainly to gather useful information.
I didn’t know the password, but thankfully it still unlocked via facial recognition.
I found that the overall world was very similar to my own same kind of smartphones, familiar apps: ride-hailing, food delivery, messaging, social apps even the logos were practically identical.
What caught my eye first, though, were over a hundred missed calls and hundreds of unread messages.
I scrolled through the contact list all unfamiliar names. Strangely, there were no numbers for any of my own relatives, not even in the phonebook.
The most repeated caller was Su Wan.
Then I opened WeChat and went through chat logs. From them, I confirmed that my job was as a high school Chinese language teacher.
That made me breathe a little easier. In my original world, I also had a master’s degree in literature and a teaching license, but after graduation, for various reasons, I became a screenwriter, writing scripts late into the night.
This was good news at least it was a job I could handle without being exposed too quickly.
Most chats were from colleagues, leaders, students, and parents first wondering why I had disappeared, then after apparently learning of the accident, asking about my condition and hoping I’d recover soon.
I replied to all of them one by one.
Some messages surprised me three students’ mothers had sent me nude photos. But this wasn’t for some perverse come-on in this world it seemed to be a bizarre good-luck ritual, a way of “praying” for my speedy healing. A few female students had even sent theirs.
While their intent might have been pure, they left me itchy with desire especially the ones in their teens, all soft, tender flesh.
One girl named Fang Qianyi, however, cursed me out, saying it would be better if I was dead.
I opened her Moments and saw she was indeed gorgeous but her posts were outrageously debauched: photos and videos of her screwing all sorts of men, in all sorts of positions, places, and with a variety of partners including relatives, teachers, even vagrants.
I sighed so this was this world’s version of a little delinquent slut.
Suddenly, on impulse, I messaged her:
“Regret to inform you, Mr. Yu Qi passed away last night at 11 pm. If you are available, please attend the farewell ceremony on the 6th at 3 pm at XX Hospital.”
Whether she came or not, it would be amusing to later see her reaction when she realized I’d “come back from the dead.”
From these chats, I got a lot of information the most important besides my job was my personal life. I live in the teachers’ apartment building for No.1 High School, a three-bedroom unit shared with two other teachers Zhao Yan, a PE teacher, and Lin Suqing, an art teacher.
From the tone of our group chats, my relationships at the school were decent except with Fang Qianyi.
I wanted to know why she hated me, but I couldn’t find anything in the phone.
Also, I learned I’m 24 years old, unmarried, no girlfriend, broke, and an orphan who grew up in an orphanage.
So is Su Wan she came from the same orphanage.
Oddly, my message history with her only went back about half a month.
And every message was from her not a single reply from me.
I stroked her hair and asked, “Wan Wan, how long was I unconscious?”
She blinked, then smiled sweetly: “Fourteen days Master You had the accident on the 21st of last month.”
I nodded. “Has anyone else been to see me during that time?”
“The director from the orphanage, with Li Churan, Yang Chenchen, and some others; also Yun Xia, Brother Wu; your bosses, co-workers, some students and parents… and the family of the driver who caused the accident. Oh the hospital must have already notified them. They should be coming today.”
When she mentioned the offending driver, her expression clearly showed anger. I patted her head indulgently: “It’s fine now.”
She rubbed her head against me again.
I asked her to get me some hot water. She obediently went.
Although Su Wan was beautiful and claimed to be my sex slave and I had just fucked her I still had doubts about her.
So I struck up a conversation with Uncle Zhang: “Still, you’re lucky, having your daughter here every day.”
He glanced at me: “Can’t compare to you you’ve got a beauty like that taking care of you, plus little nurses on rotation every night to take care of your little brother.”
“That’s not the same Su Wan has her own job and can’t come daily.”
“Pfft, getting sweet deals then pretending you’re modest. Don’t know how Miss Su fancies you. Then again, if she weren’t bound to you, she’d probably be getting raped all day long.”
That caught my attention. I chuckled: “I guess I’m lucky. So, Uncle Zhang, how long have you been here?”
“Ten days,” he said, glancing at his leg. “Got run over when I was riding my motorbike getting a blowjob from a chick. Got carried away.”
I blinked. “Your wife okay?”
He scoffed: “Wife? Just some hitchhiker. Offered to let me screw her if I took her without charge. Big tits couldn’t resist. Should’ve waited till we got there. She’s fine my leg’s crushed.”
I chuckled, then asked, “While I’ve been here, besides Su Wan, has anyone else looked after me?”
He smirked: “What, got other sex slaves?”
“No I just don’t want her overworked, juggling her own job and looking after me. She should rest.”
“She’s your slave, not your wife. Why care so much?”
That reaction was odd maybe sex slaves were really low status here? I covered: “She’s so pretty if she’s worn out, how can I play with her later?”
He nodded: “True. Not many women like that big tits, tight ass. Bet she’s great to fuck.”
I awkwardly agreed. “But seriously, anyone else?”
He grinned: “Let me fuck her once and I’ll tell you.”
I waved him off.
He sighed: “Fine, fine. She’s actually quite the proper slave. Since I’ve been here, she’s here almost daily. Sleeps in a cot next to you. When the slutty nurses come to rape you, she undresses you for them, and after they leave, she licks you clean.”
“She never tried to stop them?”
“Stop them? You’re young. This is a hospital who’d dare stop the doctors and nurses here? Why do you think they’re so nice to you? Your cock keeps them fed. Wu Min the head nurse, every time she’s here she’s dripping from both ends. If it weren’t for work, she’d probably fuck you daily.”
I was speechless first time someone put it as “women fucking men.”
I didn’t want to dwell on that, so I asked, “Last night…?”
“Wu Min convinced Miss Su to go home. She’d been by your side for half a month, exhausted and haggard. Wu Min sent her home to rest before coming back.”
I smiled faintly, but my suspicion only grew.
Just then Su Wan returned with a doctor and a couple of nurses. They wheeled me to a series of tests.
Two hours later, I returned to find visitors waiting.
Su Wan leaned in: “That man’s the driver. The woman’s his mother.”
He looked late-twenties; she barely over twenty. At first glance I thought they were lovers.
The woman came forward immediately, apologizing profusely. I didn’t hate them in fact I was grateful in a strange way but I kept my demeanor polite yet cold.
After some meaningless platitudes, she got to the point:
“Mr. Yu, we will meet any request you have compensation, anything we won’t dispute it, whatever you say goes.”
I waited silently for the “but.”
“But we have a shameless favor to ask…” She hesitated. “We hope you could sign a letter of forgiveness. He’ll still bear responsibility, but with your pardon, sentencing will be lighter.”
Su Wan whispered in my ear: “He ran a red light, was drunk, and was getting a blowjob while driving.”
Apparently, in this world the traffic laws were the same as mine, but with extras like “no sex while driving.” Usually, even if caught, it was just a small fine and a few points and most cops ignored it unless it was obvious.
But once an accident happened, such things became serious charges.
Red light, drunk driving, roadhead, and a serious crash here that could mean 5–10 years. My pardon could cut that in half.
From their clothes I could tell they were wealthy, despite attempts at simplicity. With my agreement and some strings pulled, the guy might avoid prison altogether.
Of course I’d agree but with Uncle Zhang and Su Wan here, I couldn’t show eagerness. “I’ll think about it,” I said.
The woman was about to reply when Su Wan’s sweet persona vanished, replaced by fury:
“You have no shame! Master just woke up, hasn’t even got his test results, and you’re rushing to scheme for yourselves? You nearly killed him! If anything had happened, I’d see you rot in prison!”
The longer she spoke, the angrier she got almost taking a swing. I grabbed her, but she still kicked the man and then clung to me, crying.
Mother and son’s faces darkened.
Even Uncle Zhang spoke up:
“You’re out of line. Let him finish tests and see about aftereffects. If something’s wrong, he’d hate you forever.”
Perhaps realizing they erred, the woman kept apologizing.
I waved them off just as Wu Min came in with my report. She glanced at them and said, “Since you’re here, you might as well hear this. Bed 2, Yu Qi, 24 years old…” She rattled off a string of medical jargon.
“Simply put aside from the right leg, the rest of his body’s fine. But the leg might have lasting damage. And after 14 days’ coma, there’s a high chance of brain aftereffects ”
Before she could finish, Su Wan grabbed a cup off the nightstand and went to smash it on the man.
I was startled, rushing to restrain her. Wu Min helped grab her the cup shattered at their feet, making them jump.
Once Su Wan calmed, the man muttered, “Fuck…,” before his mother clamped a hand over his mouth.
But we’d heard enough.
My expression hardened. “Leave. Forget your pardon and I won’t accept any mediation. I will appeal for maximum sentence.”
The man’s face fell. His mother dropped to her knees: “Mr. Yu, please it’s my fault for spoiling him, his father’s always away, I raised him alone, he’s my only son…”
Her son yanked at her: “Mom! Stop embarrassing yourself!”
Wu Min quickly pulled her up: “Go back for now. This isn’t the time to talk.”
They hesitated, but on their way out, Su Wan shouted:
“If Master ends up disabled, I’ll have your legs broken!”
They flinched, and Wu Min shoved them out.
Su Wan clung to me sobbing. Uncle Zhang sighed and wheeled himself away.
Later, Wu Min returned, shut the door, and with a smile said, “Alright, quit crying. Mr. Yu’s fine.”
Su Wan raised teary eyes. I too frowned in confusion.
“Your leg’s fine no disability,” Wu Min said.
Su Wan stammered, “Then you…”
“I was scaring them! Venting for you.”
I shook my head. “What was that for?”
Su Wan grabbed Wu Min’s hand: “Really? Master’s really okay?”
Wu Min handed her the report. “Look.”
Su Wan read it at once.
I thought for a moment, then said, “But… I really do feel like I’ve forgotten a lot.”
Wu Min’s face changed. “I’ll arrange a check.” She stepped out to make a call, then returned. “The neuro department’s fully booked today. I’ve set you for tomorrow morning. I’ll come get you in the meantime, try to recall things, but don’t force it.”
Her seriousness startled me I nodded to match the tone, masking my own secrets.
Then I realized Su Wan had zero reaction to me saying I couldn’t remember much, though she had been furious at the idea of me being disabled.
Sure enough she has secrets of her own.
