I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!
Chapter 63: Hot & Spicy Like Sichuan Pepper

Chapter 63: Hot & Spicy Like Sichuan Pepper

Zhao Yiming blinked, staring at the system interface that suddenly popped up in front of him.

Once again, there was no damn explanation for what kind of subroute he was about to dive into—everything, as always, was left to blind luck... and the whims of that perverted deity backing him!

He gulped, especially when Han Queying leaned in closer, her face just inches away. Her sharp eyes burned with something intense—hunger, curiosity, challenge. He wasn’t sure which.

Her hand pressed against the wall behind him, effectively caging him in.

"Tell me, Zhao Yiming," she said, tilting her head with a confident, seductive smile. "Are you interested in me?"

Zhao’s breath hitched. Her tone, her expression—damn, she wasn’t playing.

And of course... the dogshit deity wouldn’t miss this golden opportunity.

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[The God of Richness & Love has chosen your subroute!]

[Subroute Selected: Hot Like Spicy Sichuan Pepper!]

’Of course he did,’ Zhao thought, forcing a faint smile. ’This damned impatient deity!’

["Come on, son! Choose fast or some rooster’s gonna catch your prey!"]

["Anywayyyyy—new quest incominggg~!!!"]

[A new quest has been triggered!]

[In Narrow Spice: Han Queying is seducing you like a predator on the prowl. It’s time to show whether you’re prey... or a spicy damn dragon.]

Choose your move:

• Easy Mode – Meet her eyes and shoot a sly smile.

"Careful, Officer Han... I might start thinking you’re more dangerous than the case itself."

[100% success rate]

• Medium Mode – Grasp her wrists lightly and lean in.

"Enticing an innocent citizen while on duty? That’s gotta be illegal... I might have to handcuff you, officer."

[80% success rate]

• Hard Mode – Slide a spicy candy between your lips and offer it with a cocky smirk.

"Wanna taste something hotter than Sichuan pepper?"

[60% success rate]

[The God of Richness & Love whispers: "Do it. DO IT. Let the chili gods bless thy lips, o horny mortal!"]

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Zhao Yiming closed his eyes and sighed. For the sake of money, pride, and sheer stubbornness—even though the move was awkward as hell—he picked Hard Mode.

Miraculously, a spicy candy manifested in his pocket like magic. He unwrapped it, popped it in, and grinned through the heat.

"Interest, huh?" he murmured, eyes smoldering.

He tilted his head, speaking around the candy with shameless confidence. "I have something more exciting than that question, and it’s in my mouth right now."

Then, with a teasing smile: "Wanna taste something spicier than Sichuan pepper?"

He told himself not to blush—not now, not when everything hung on this ridiculous, flaming gamble.

Han Queying’s smirk widened, and to his shock, she stepped even closer. Her hand gently brushed his jaw as she leaned in.

"Oh yeah," she murmured, her voice husky. "That is a spicy one, Zhao Yiming."

And before he could even react, her lips were on his. She kissed him—hard. Her hand cupped his cheek, fingers threading into his hair, while her mouth claimed his like she’d been waiting for this moment.

She bit the candy between their lips and sucked it greedily, the spicy flavor melting between them.

Zhao barely had time to think. He was pinned against the wall, breathless and stunned.

But he wouldn’t go down easy.

He growled softly, biting her bottom lip in return, and when she gasped, he slipped his tongue inside, deepening the kiss with fierce dominance. The heat from the candy mixed with the heat of her mouth—spicy, sweet, intoxicating.

"Hhnngg~"

Her moan slipped out as her composure cracked. Her arms locked around his neck as their tongues danced, her tidy hair finally unraveling and cascading around her shoulders.

Their kiss didn’t stop—it burned. Their mixed saliva dripped down her chin, staining her clothes, as they lost themselves in that scorching moment.

The candy had long since melted, but the fire it lit between them only grew.

Finally, she pulled back slightly, lips red and swollen, her breath ragged. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

"Mmm... you’re a good kisser, huh?"

"I am," Zhao Yiming grinned. "And I’m also good at... a few other things."

Han Queying leaned in again, but just before round two could begin—

BANG BANG BANG!

"Oi! You guys are taking forever! What the hell are you doing in there?!"

Luo Yanyu’s voice rang out from the other side of the door, impatient and suspicious.

Zhao froze. "Ah—Yanyu! Just a sec, we’re, uh... checking the footage frame by frame!"

"Hmm? Hurry it up! I wanna see the footage too!"

He turned to Han Queying for a cue, and she nodded, regaining her calm.

"Alright, alright! I’m coming out now," he said, standing up quickly and straightening his collar.

But before he could open the door, Han Queying yanked him back by the collar and stole one last kiss—slow, deep, teasing. Then she whispered into his ear:

"Let’s exchange Wuchat later."

She winked and let him go.

Zhao stumbled out of the room, shaking his head in disbelief. ’This woman... is dangerous.’

Waiting right outside, Luo Yanyu stood with her arms crossed, eyebrows raised in suspicion.

"Were you two making out in there or something?"

"What? Of course not!" Zhao Yiming blurted, waving his hands.

"We were just reviewing the footage. We found something really interesting—you seriously need to check it out, Yanyu!"

He spoke fast, hoping to steer the topic away before she caught onto anything.

"Hm..." She narrowed her eyes, not buying a word. Then she sighed and stepped in close.

"It’s fine if you were making out with her."

She reached up and wiped his mouth with her thumb, then casually smeared the red-stained residue onto his shirt.

"But at least make your lie believable."

Zhao froze. His guilt was written all over his face.

"Yanyu, I’m sorry—"

"Shut up. I don’t care." She turned her back on him with a sigh and pushed the door open. "Don’t you dare come inside."

The door slammed shut behind her.

"Hahh... what should I do now?" Zhao scratched the back of his head, exasperated. "Maybe gifts would help? Damn, I forgot to buy something for Meilin too..."

Just then, the system chimed in cheerfully:

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[You successfully completed the quest!]

[Claim your rewards from the storage!]

[Rewards: $2,500 | 400 AP | 15 Han Queying Affection | +25 Han Queying Lust.]

[New Perk Unlocked!]

[Spicy Kiss: Your kiss now tastes spicy and alluring, increasing your target’s horniness by 30%]

["HOT DAMN, MY DISCIPLE! That kiss had more flavor than a whole Sichuan buffet!"]

["Keep it up, and she’ll be the one begging for dessert~"]

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Zhao Yiming nodded in satisfaction, smirking. ’Well... that kiss was pretty hot.’

But just then, he noticed movement in the hallway. Someone had been peeking around the corner, watching him.

Short purple hair. Shy eyes. Familiar face.

It was Lao Xinya.

His expression softened, and he walked over calmly. She looked like a deer caught in headlights, clearly panicking and scanning for a place to hide—but too late. His hand gently tapped her shoulder.

"What are you doing here, Yaya?" he asked, voice warm but curious.

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