The main hall of the Liu Clan was packed.
Hundreds of clan members—outer disciples, inner disciples, elders, and servants—stood in neat rows, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of pity and schadenfreude. At the center of the raised platform, Feng Lan stood like an untouchable goddess of ice.
Silver hair cascaded down her back like frozen moonlight. Her blue eyes were colder than a winter storm. Her white robes hugged a body that could make any man lose his mind: full breasts, slender waist, and hips that flared just enough to promise heaven and hell at the same time. At only eighteen, she was already at the seventh layer of Qi Refining, a genius everyone respected.
Beside her stood three stern elders from the Feng Clan, their expressions arrogant.
Liu Tian walked into the hall with slow, deliberate steps. His new body was still weak, but his posture had completely changed. The thin outer robe did almost nothing to hide the massive, heavy bulge swinging between his legs with every step. Several female disciples noticed it immediately, their cheeks flushing before they quickly looked away.
Feng Lan's cold gaze swept over him once, then lingered on that obvious, obscene bulge for half a second before she sneered openly.
"So the rumors were true," she said, voice clear and cutting like a blade. "Even your new body can't hide what a pathetic creature you are, Liu Tian."
The entire hall erupted in whispers.
Feng Lan raised her hand, silencing them instantly.
"Today, I, Feng Lan of the Feng Clan, officially declare the dissolution of the engagement between myself and Liu Tian. This so-called 'marriage agreement' made by our grandfathers ends here. I refuse to tie my future to a worthless trash who has stagnated at the second layer of Qi Refining for three years. A man who is nothing but a burden and… a joke in every possible way."
She looked straight at the massive bulge in his robes and let out a soft, mocking laugh.
"Especially that part. Some things simply cannot be fixed, no matter how hard one tries."
Laughter exploded across the hall. Some disciples tried to stifle it, but most didn't bother. Even a few elders smirked.
Liu Tian felt hot rage surge through his veins. The old Liu Tian would have lowered his head in shame. But the new one—the one who had died on an operating table and woken up with a cock that could conquer kingdoms—felt something far darker and far more dangerous: pure, burning fury mixed with vicious hunger.
He took one step forward, voice calm but carrying across the entire hall.
"Finished talking, Ice Princess?"
The laughter died instantly. Everyone stared at him in shock. No one had expected the clan waste to speak back.
Feng Lan's elegant eyebrows rose slightly. "Oh? The shrimp finally learned how to open his mouth?"
Liu Tian smiled. It wasn't a nice smile.
"You came here to humiliate me in front of my entire clan. Fine. But let me make one thing very clear, Feng Lan." He pointed at her slowly. "Three days. That's all I need. In three days, you will regret every single word you just said. And when that day comes… you will be the one kneeling."
A collective gasp swept through the hall.
Feng Lan's beautiful face twisted with fury for the first time. "You dare threaten me? A mere second-layer trash like you?"
Liu Tian didn't flinch. His eyes burned with dark promise.
"I don't threaten. I promise."
Before Feng Lan could retort, a cold, mocking laugh echoed inside Liu Tian's mind.
[Ding! Main Quest issued: Pleasure Domination Beginner Trial!]
[Task: Collect 500 Pleasure Points within 3 days.]
[Reward: Random Mid-Grade Skill + 1 Free Attribute Point]
[Failure Penalty: Permanent -50% Pleasure Point gain for 30 days + public announcement of your "tiny dick" past to the entire clan.]
[Current Pleasure Points: 0/500]
[Time remaining: 72 hours]
The system's voice dripped with amusement.
[Look at that, Tiny. Your arrogant ice fiancée just handed you the perfect motivation on a silver platter. Better start fucking your way to victory. And remember—her proud little ass is worth at least ×4 multiplier. I can't wait to watch you break her.]
Liu Tian's massive cock twitched hard inside his robes, thickening rapidly until the fabric was visibly tented. Several female disciples noticed and bit their lips, eyes widening.
Feng Lan's gaze dropped to the obscene bulge once more. For the briefest moment, something flashed in her cold eyes—shock? Disbelief?—before she masked it with even greater contempt.
"Pathetic," she spat. "All talk and no strength. The engagement is dissolved. The Liu Clan will receive the official documents tomorrow."
She turned gracefully, silver hair whipping behind her like a banner of victory, and walked out of the hall with her elders. The heavy doors slammed shut behind her.
The moment she left, the hall exploded into loud chatter.
"Did you see that bulge? Is it real?"
"The waste finally grew some balls… but still too weak."
"Three days? He's finished."
Liu Tian ignored every word. His mind was already racing.
The rage inside him had crystallized into cold, ruthless determination.
He had died once because of his old shame. He would never be humiliated again.
As the crowd slowly dispersed, still whispering and laughing, Liu Tian turned and headed toward the outer courtyard. His steps were steady now, powered by the Basic Stamina Boost and the burning need for revenge.
Inside his head, the system chuckled darkly.
[Good boy. Anger is useless without action. So… what's your first move, former tiny-dick loser?]
Liu Tian's lips curled into a dangerous smile.
He stopped in front of a small, quiet building at the edge of the clan grounds.
This was where his personal servant lived.
Xiao Mei. Nineteen years old. Loyal to the bone. The only person in this entire clan who had never mocked him. In the original Liu Tian's memories, she had secretly cried for him many times when others bullied him. Cute face, soft body, big innocent eyes, and a gentle personality that hid a surprisingly curvy figure beneath her plain servant robes.
She was the perfect starting point.
Quiet, devoted, and… untouched.
Liu Tian pushed the door open without knocking.
Xiao Mei was inside, folding clothes. When she saw him, her eyes lit up with worry and relief at the same time.
"Young Master! I heard what happened in the hall… Are you okay? That Miss Feng Lan was too cruel—"
Liu Tian closed the door behind him with a soft click. The sound echoed like a starting gun.
He looked at her with new, predatory eyes. His enormous cock was already rock-hard, straining painfully against his robes, the thick outline clearly visible.
"Xiao Mei," he said, voice low and commanding. "I need you."
Xiao Mei's cheeks flushed pink. She took a small step back, but her eyes couldn't help drifting downward to the massive, throbbing bulge that dominated his lower body.
"Y-Young Master…?" she whispered, voice trembling with a mixture of nervousness and something else.
The system's voice rang out with wicked glee.
[Target acquired. Xiao Mei – Loyalty Level: High. Pride Level: Low. Potential Multiplier: ×1.5 ~ ×2]
[Beginner's luck, Tiny. Your first warm-up hole is waiting. Better not disappoint me.]
Liu Tian took one step closer, his shadow falling over the innocent servant girl.
This was only the beginning.