Big Sweetie Rises! She’s Building My Royal Harem in the Tang Dynasty!
Chapter 9 - Another Uniform Fantasy? A Week of Hard Work!

Chapter 9: Another Uniform Fantasy? A Week of Hard Work!

The next morning, Shen Lang woke up to find himself handcuffed, not with police handcuffs, but the playful couple kind that didn’t hurt.

“Sweetie, what’s this…?”

He looked up and saw Sweetie dressed in a police uniform. He was stunned.

This early in the morning, and we’re already playing something this intense?

“Shut up!” Sweetie barked. “You’re a prisoner now. Don’t speak unless I ask you a question. Understood?”

She tapped her baton impatiently. “Answer me! What are you spacing out for?”

Hearing her lines, Shen Lang had to admit, she really knew how to play.

“Understood.”

“Good.” Sweetie twirled her baton. “Now, question and answer time!”

She pressed the baton against his chest. “Did you steal someone’s heart last night?”

“Officer, I’m innocent!”

“Confess, and you’ll get leniency. Resist, and things will get tough!” She dragged the baton down his chest, stopping just where he didn’t want it.

Shen Lang quickly surrendered. “Fine, I admit it! I stole a beautiful celebrity’s heart last night, ”

“I didn’t ask for details!” Sweetie smacked his abs lightly. “Do you know where you are right now?”

“An interrogation room?”

“Wrong. It’s a prison!”

Sweetie grinned, planting one boot on the bed. The black leather gleamed, was this really a policewoman?

“Eyes forward, prisoner. Behave…”

She tapped the baton against his most sensitive spot. Shen Lang genuinely worried she might do something crazy.

He never imagined Sweetie had this side to her.

Second Day of the New Year.

Shen Lang woke up to Sweetie holding a bowl of medicine, whispering, “Husband, time for your medicine~”

She wore a pink nurse outfit, a short skirt with black stockings. Another day, another uniform fantasy.

Shen Lang sniffed the strong herbal scent. Sweetie giggled. “Don’t worry, it’s not poison. It’s a tonic… for stamina.”

“You worked hard last night. Drink this to recover~”

“Only when you’re healthy can you treat my illness…” She bit her lip. “And my condition requires injections, administered by you personally.”

Shen Lang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Sweetie had a new role every day. If not for his cheat-like stamina, he wouldn’t have survived.

He wanted to say he didn’t need the tonic, that he could handle ten rounds.

But he closed his eyes and drank it anyway.

“Good boy~” Sweetie patted his head. “Now rest today. I’ll take care of you…”

Third Day of the New Year.

Shen Lang opened his eyes to Sweetie in a flight attendant uniform.

“Good morning, sir. What service would you like?”

She listed options with a professional smile. “Massage? Foot rub? Back treatment? Oh, and we also offer ice and fire…”

She leaned closer. “But remember, no harassment, sir~”

“Sir? Are you listening?”

She huffed. “Let me repeat, ”

Shen Lang sighed internally. When will this end?

But every morning, a new uniform, a new fantasy, he couldn’t help but think: I can do this!

Fourth Day of the New Year.

After three days of roleplay, Shen Lang adapted. Now, he even took the initiative sometimes.

Today, Sweetie wore tight fitness gear.

“Hello, sir! I’m Coach Sweetie. Your wife mentioned you’ve been unwell, so let’s assess your strength first…”

She guided him through tests, emphasizing core strength. “A man’s waist is crucial. Only with a strong core can you… satisfy your wife, right?”

Shen Lang smirked. “Coach, how do I train my waist?”

Sweetie “examined” him, hands roaming. After a minute, she nodded. “Not bad. But let me show you proper techniques…”

Fifth Day of the New Year.

Sweetie stood over him in an office lady outfit, glaring.

“Secretary Shen! You woke up after your boss? What kind of secretary are you?”

She crossed her arms. “Get up now, or I’ll deduct your salary!”

Shen Lang played along. “Boss, I was exercising late last night, ”

“No excuses!” She cut him off. “You know what a secretary’s duties are, don’t you?”

He grinned. “I know exactly what my boss needs…”

Sixth Day of the New Year.

Sweetie now wore a salesperson outfit, specializing in adult products.

“Mr. Shen, as a kept man, you must please your sugar mommy, right?”

She demonstrated products enthusiastically. “Let me show you how these work, hands-on.”

Shen Lang kept “rejecting” items until Sweetie personally “tested” them for him.

Seventh Day of the New Year.

Sweetie sat regally in a CEO’s suit.

“Shen Lang! You’re late for your audition!”

She threw his resume at him. “Forget it. But…”

A business card landed on his chest. “Tonight. This hotel room. Someone will give you a chance.”

She smirked. “Don’t waste it.”

Shen Lang: “…”

Is this the sugar mommy’s version of casting couch?

The roleplay had come full circle, back to reality: Shen Lang (the actor) and Sweetie (his wealthy benefactor).

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