The Abusive Novel System Pleads with Me to Resign
Chapter 137

Tactile perception diagnosis? Shen Ying considered herself a professional, even without any official certification—though that hardly mattered.

However, as the warden, she took her duties seriously.

With a hesitant expression, she said, "It's a shame I'm not a certified diagnostician."

"Should I call someone else in to examine you?"

Lien immediately saw through her act.

Besides, in his current humiliating state, the last thing he wanted was another witness—unless he planned to snap and kill them on the spot.

Gritting his teeth, he forced a careless tone. "Why bother wasting my time with trivialities?"

"My leisure is worth billions. Every minute wasted is money lost."

With an air of reluctant concession, he motioned to Shen Ying. "Come here. Perform the tactile perception test on me."

Shen Ying feigned reluctance as she stepped forward across the plush flooring.

Lien reclined on a snow-white goose-down divan, looking like an extravagant gift nestled in a velvet box.

His pale skin was largely exposed, dressed in a style one might only find on a pay-per-view channel.

Despite his deliberately impatient expression, his flushed cheeks betrayed his embarrassment, stark against the pristine white feathers.

When the warden sat without making a move, Lien grew even more irritated. How much further was she going to push this?

"Get on with it," he snapped. "What are you waiting for?"

Shen Ying: "I don’t know which areas of your body have dulled senses."

Lien: "I don’t either—I mean, I don’t have a clear idea. Just try touching and you’ll figure it out."

"Fine." Shen Ying started with his fingertips.

Lien’s fingers twitched slightly—a sensitive reaction she pretended not to notice.

Her hand trailed upward, and Lien found his entire focus narrowing to her touch.

Wherever she passed, that spot became the epicenter of pleasure.

A tingling, greedy itch rose from deep within, lifting his heart into the clouds, leaving him weightless.

Internally, Lien cursed Lu Yu to hell. Not only had that bastard saddled him with this humiliating avatar, but he’d also tweaked his body to be as insatiable as a sex doll.

Suppressing his reactions was already a struggle.

Shen Ying prodded and pressed, her touch erratic yet somehow methodical.

Occasionally, she asked, "Can you feel this?"

"How about here?"

"Really nothing? Your body seems to be reacting strongly."

Lien stifled a moan, his voice strained. "That’s just a physical response."

"My actual perception is barely there."

Shen Ying: "Is that so? Then we’ll need some tools to assist."

Lien tensed, then relaxed. This was a virtual space—where would tools come from?

Just as he reassured himself, Shen Ying spoke. "Found them."

"Figures. In a pleasure world this unrestrained, they’d have everything."

She pulled open a drawer beneath the divan, revealing an extensive collection of items.

Lien prided himself on worldly experience, yet half of these were foreign to him.

His body locked up, and for the first time, he felt genuine murderous intent toward Lu Yu.

That conniving rat had sold him out completely.

At this point, refusal wasn’t an option—it’d only expose his ruse and give the warden an excuse to punish him.

Resigned, he embraced the chaos.

After the warden finished her "examination" and confirmed his "sensory dullness" was fixed, Lien surprised himself by inviting her to stay and enjoy the resort.

Shen Ying eyed him—drenched in sweat, his jade-like skin flushed pink, words stumbling—and smirked. "I thought you designed this space for solitary indulgence."

Lien steadied his breathing. "I’m not stingy."

"It’s just a vacation spot. Why not share?"

Shen Ying gave him a knowing look. "Since this is your custom pleasure space, I assume this form represents your most relaxed, comfortable self."

"So you’ve always wanted to be a hypersensitive cat?"

She gestured at his outfit. "And this attire—your taste is bolder than I imagined."

Could he deny it now? No. So he leaned into the absurdity. "Of course. My dream is to be a cat."

"Shame gene modification is so brutal. But I love watching cats being pampered—I’d trade places in a heartbeat."

His tail curled around Shen Ying’s calf, the fluffy appendage brushing against her.

Lien murmured, "Warden, would you like to pet the cat?"

When they emerged from the simulation pod, over an hour had passed.

This was why Lu Yu had insisted Lien use his own code—it allowed custom time dilation between the virtual world and reality.

Under the prison’s standard templates, an hour outside could span years or decades inside.

Without this, Lien would’ve been drained dry long before stalling Shen Ying.

Stepping out, Shen Ying feigned surprise at the time difference. "Quite the investment—two-to-one dilation."

"You could’ve indulged for decades in there."

Lien rose from his pod, eyeing her strangely. They’d just been intimate inside, yet she acted like it was a casual snack.

Not one to be outdone in nonchalance, he masked his discomfort with arrogance. "Don’t compare me to penny-pinchers."

"And what’s the point of decades in VR? Hiding from reality is for cowards."

"My vacations are just that—vacations."

Shen Ying nodded, offering no comment.

Finally, she said, "Next time your resort glitches, feel free to call me."

Clearly, she’d enjoyed herself.

Lien’s emotions were tangled. He hadn’t expected things to spiral so wildly.

Sure, simulation pods were fantasy—conquering worlds or galaxies inside meant nothing once you logged out.

But with a real person, one he’d encounter again?

The sensations were indistinguishable from reality. He could still recall every reckless moment.

How could he dismiss this as a mere VR game?

Lost in thought, Lien wandered back to the inmate activity zone.

Dinner approached, and prisoners returning from work shuffled toward the showers.

Entering the cafeteria, he spotted Lu Yu and the Crown Prince at their usual table.

Without hesitation, he marched over and punched Lu Yu square in the face.

The atmosphere instantly grew tense as a prison guard barked, "What's going on here?"

Lien retracted his fist after delivering the blow, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "Relax, just a joke between friends," he said, then turned to Lu Yu with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Right?"

Lu Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and echoed casually to the guard, "Yeah, just fooling around. We’ll keep it under control."

The guard scrutinized them for a moment before reluctantly looking away when no further conflict erupted.

Only then did Lien snarl through gritted teeth, "You’ve got some nerve, selling me out like that."

Lu Yu showed no remorse. "If we’re doing this, we have to make sure the warden can’t refuse."

"You don’t exactly strike me as the seductive type, so I had to make you seem... proactive."

Seeing Lien about to lash out again, Lu Yu quickly added, "Your sacrifice wasn’t in vain."

"His Highness the Crown Prince has already logged into his monitoring system. The moment the warden accesses the account, he’ll get an alert."

Somewhat mollified, Lien muttered, "You’d better hope she acts soon. I won’t tolerate you breathing the same air as me for long."

The Crown Prince, indifferent to their squabble, continued eating his dinner in silence.

Just then, Niu Xi approached and said to Lu Yu, "Boss, finish up quick. I’ve got work to do soon."

This "work" wasn’t official labor or a task assigned by Lu Yu—it referred to the warden’s secret orders for Niu Xi to incite a riot on her command.

The trio tensed. Lu Yu frowned. "Already?"

She’d only made the announcement that morning, and by evening, she was pressuring them for donations.

Niu Xi didn’t hide it. "The warden said some folks are taking too long to decide. They still don’t grasp how dangerous this prison is."

His gaze flicked pointedly toward the inmates the warden had marked for "special treatment."

Lu Yu nodded, seeing it as an opportunity. "Her efficiency works in our favor," he said to the Crown Prince and Lien.

"If she accesses the account soon, we might see movement within the next two days."

The Crown Prince murmured, "Let’s hope so."

Only Lien asked the awkward question: "What’s your reward for doing her dirty work?"

Niu Xi answered plainly, "A real gourmet meal and a simulated vacation pod."

It sounded underwhelming. Lien scoffed, and Niu Xi returned to his seat, deliberately distant from them.

But before leaving, he muttered under his breath, "The reward’s fine, but the warden mentioned wanting to skip work and... milk cows?"

The floating prison had two full floors of eco-farms, complete with dairy cattle.

Niu Xi figured she must’ve meant the farm animals—certainly not him. He didn’t even have milk.

Sure enough, shortly after Lu Yu and the others finished eating, Niu Xi made his move.

Though not as widespread as the previous riot, this one drew in a significant, carefully selected crowd.

By the time order was restored, thankfully no one had died—but many were badly injured.

No one here was stupid enough to miss the message: the warden was pushing them to buy their safety with donations.

The next day, contributions surged. No one dared donate too little, fearing the warden’s swift and brutal retaliation.

The Crown Prince watched, torn between fury at the empire’s corruption and satisfaction at her greed.

Someone like her wouldn’t let the money sit idle in the prison’s account for long—too risky.

So the three waited eagerly. One day, two days, three...

Nearly a week passed with no activity in the account.

Lien’s glare at Lu Yu now carried homicidal intent.

But the Crown Prince suddenly realized something. "Do you remember the account number you donated to?"

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