Daily Survival After Inheriting a Harem (GL) - Chapter 1

Warm water covered the top of her head. Qiu Qi’s vision scattered amid the broken light, and her mind rang dully as though sealed inside a jar. Along with the oxygen being stripped from her body came an overwhelming terror. In that bone-chilling suffocation, her body was endlessly sinking downward.

No way. Was her bathtub at home really this deep?

To think that she, a young girl in the prime of her life, would die without anyone even placing a bouquet by her coffin—and in such an embarrassing way too?

#Twenty-two-year-old Qiu was taking a bath at home, accidentally slipped, and drowned in the bathtub#

Just imagining that suffocating news headline made Qiu Qi want to chug three bottles of happy fat nerd soda to relieve the stress.

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“My lord, is the water too cold?”

A clear, pleasant voice entered her ears. The voice was gentle, yet the tone was icy.

“Your complexion does not look good.”

It was like someone was lightly tapping a crisp silver bell beside her ear. Immediately after, a tide-like surge of power poured into Qiu Qi’s heart. The force was fierce and rough, completely disregarding whether she could withstand it.

The dull pain in her chest quickly replaced the agony of drowning, instantly awakening Qiu Qi’s muddled consciousness from the darkness.

“Mmmph, mmmph—ha!”

Qiu Qi’s head broke through the surface of the water. Her two hands instinctively waved through the air, trying to grab the edge of the bathtub from her memory, but what her fingers touched was cool, soft skin.

A person?

“My lord.”

That voice sounded again. This time, Qiu Qi was certain she had not heard wrong.

She wiped the water droplets from her face and opened her sore eyes, following the direction of the voice.

The sight shocked her.

Her surroundings were completely unfamiliar—she was not in her bathroom at home at all.

This was an enormous bath. The pool was about the size of an indoor swimming pool. The water was not warm. It was cold, the kind of cold that pierced into one’s bones. But strangely, despite soaking in it for so long, her body had not trembled or gone stiff. She had not even shown the slightest sign of getting goosebumps.

Qiu Qi spent long hours hunched over her desk drawing, so her elbows, shoulders, waist, and back ached all day. But now, all those sensations no longer existed. It was as though she had suddenly switched into a durable, sturdy body. She was so full of energy that she felt like she could jump up on the spot and throw ten sets of combo punches.

Fainting, another world, plus a brand-new body…

Qiu Qi herself drew comics, so she was very familiar with this setup.

Wasn’t this clearly a transmigration script? And she had even gotten the female lead’s role.

Good. This was great!

Qiu Qi had long fantasized about transmigrating once. This good thing had finally fallen onto her head!

As she thought about it, Qiu Qi could not help laughing. Soon after, she also noticed the gaze above her head, which had an overly strong sense of presence.

Right. There was still someone here.

“Hi…”

Qiu Qi had just put on what she thought was a friendly smile and was about to greet the other person, but after seeing the other party’s face clearly, she slowly froze.

—Perhaps saying she was stunned stupid would be more accurate.

The woman’s expression was indifferent and cold. Contrary to the humble way she addressed her as “my lord,” her gaze was direct and forceful, fixed steadily on Qiu Qi’s eyes. If it were any other time, Qiu Qi might have glared back without backing down and even added, “What are you looking at?” But right now, she could not do it…

Because this face was far too much to her taste.

Her features were exquisite, as though crafted by a master artisan over a hundred years. Beneath pale, dark brows was a pair of blue eyes with a pure, translucent luster like the ocean. When she lowered her head to look at someone, her eyelashes drooped slightly. They were silver-white, just like her hair. Paired with her indifferent gaze, she carried a frosty chill.

The woman’s silver hair was lazily scattered over her shoulders, soft and smooth as it flowed downward. It was even more exaggerated than a shampoo commercial. Qiu Qi’s gaze followed that waterfall-like long hair downward and landed on her smooth skin, which was still gleaming with water.

Her skin was whiter than if a filter had been applied. Her figure was better than a game CG. Even her voice was no different from the voice actresses Qiu Qi loved. Just those few calls of “my lord” earlier had nearly made her bones go soft.

Oh my god.

“Damn…”

Qiu Qi met her eyes and could not help letting out a heartfelt praise.

“She’s so freaking beautiful!”

She was truly an out-and-out great beauty—and the kind who was not wearing clothes.

The moment this thought emerged, heat rushed to Qiu Qi’s head. Warm liquid slowly slid down from her nose.

She raised a hand to touch it, then lowered her head in a daze. There was a conspicuous smear of red on her fingertip.

She was having a nosebleed…

Qiu Qi’s life motto: enjoy the moment.

Qiu Qi’s hobbies: delicious food, beautiful women, and comics.

So with such a peerless beauty right in front of her, it was already impressive that she had not started drooling. Having a nosebleed was still considered relatively dignified.

The woman’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, but she soon composed herself again. She was probably uncomfortable with Qiu Qi’s overly modern “vulgar words.”

“My lord, let us bathe first.”

The beauty did not seem to be in a very good mood. Her dim eyes carried a trace of determination, as if she were prepared to die. Then she bent slightly and said,

“An unclean body cannot serve my lord in bed.”

Qiu Qi: The progress bar is maxed out right from the start? This script is pretty good! Does heaven love me this much?

“No, no, no. You misunderstood. I didn’t mean to take advantage of you…”

Qiu Qi blushed as she withdrew the paw she had pressed against the other woman’s body. Then she remembered that she still did not know the other person’s name, so she asked,

“Beauty, how should I address you?”

There was some confusion in the woman’s eyes, but her face still carried that cool, indifferent look.

“My lord, are you joking with me?”

Qiu Qi cleared her throat, preparing to open the first page of the script with practiced ease.

“Here’s the thing. Just now, I drowned, and after I woke up, I realized I don’t remember anything.”

As she spoke, she raised a finger and pointed at her own head.

“It’s amnesia. Do you people have that concept here?”

“Pei Yuqing.”

This time, the woman answered very straightforwardly, as though she was not surprised by this wild explanation.

Now it was Qiu Qi’s turn to be shocked.

“No, I said I have amnesia and you just believe me? You’re not going to ask me anything else? Your lover has been replaced and you don’t care?”

Pei Yuqing lifted her eyelids, seemingly finding the word “lover” from Qiu Qi’s mouth rather mocking.

“How could I question what my lord says?”

“…All right then.”

…

This beauty surnamed Pei really did not treat herself as an outsider. Seeing that Qiu Qi had stopped speaking, she turned around and began washing herself as if no one else were there. Water droplets fell from her raised jade-like arm, creating ripples across the surface.

Behind her, Qiu Qi instinctively raised her hand to cover her nose, afraid that she might lose all her blood and die in this pool tonight. But after she clearly saw what was on Pei Yuqing’s back, she instantly lost all interest in admiring the scene of a beauty bathing.

On that thin, sharp back, right at the position of the butterfly bones, two metal ring clasps were firmly fastened. The metal rings were as thick as two fingers and had sunk deeply into the flesh of Pei Yuqing’s back. The skin around the edges, worn down over many years, had already turned an unhealthy translucent white, like skin soaked too long in water.

Qiu Qi could not help frowning. She almost felt as though she could empathize with the pain Pei Yuqing carried.

Moving her gaze away from that miserable back, Qiu Qi carefully examined the pair of rings. She soon discovered that the pattern on them was extremely similar to the pattern on the back of her own right hand.

A complicated beast-head totem.

So these rings had been deliberately put on Pei Yuqing by the original body?

Thinking of this, Qiu Qi’s gaze darkened, finally taking on a somewhat serious look. She began earnestly analyzing the information she had so far.

Judging from Pei Yuqing’s attitude earlier and these cruel bone-piercing rings, these two were definitely not some loving couple living in perfect harmony. There was a good chance that the original body really was a perverted scumbag who had seized an innocent woman by force.

No, perhaps on top of being a pervert, she also had to add cruel and inhuman.

With many years of scriptwriting experience, Qiu Qi quickly deduced that if the original body was truly as unforgivable as she guessed, then her situation from now on would not be very comfortable.

Sure enough, the heavens would not drop a perfect script with a big happy ending right at the opening for her. 🙂

As though sensing that Qiu Qi had not moved for a long time, Pei Yuqing turned her head and cast her a faint sideways glance. It was a rather indifferent look, with no obvious like or dislike, as if the person who had cruelly had bones pierced and rings put through them was not her at all.

Qiu Qi was not stupid enough to ask whether the rings hurt or something like that. Not only would it fail to make Pei Yuqing feel her care and concern, it would also raise her hatred value for nothing.

She quickly concealed the shock and faint panic in her heart, then smiled at Pei Yuqing.

“Sorry, beauty. You’re just too good-looking, so I accidentally got lost staring. You keep washing. I’ll go up first and wait for you.”

Pei Yuqing nodded in response, her tone neither servile nor overbearing.

“Yes, my lord.”

This demon lord was quite impatient. She could not even wait for someone to finish bathing.

Thinking this, Pei Yuqing’s gaze immediately turned cold.

Qiu Qi, who had just paddled over to the edge of the pool, suddenly shivered. She hugged her shoulders with both hands and trembled, but she did not dare turn around. She silently climbed toward the edge of the pool.

When she walked over to the clothes rack, her gaze was drawn to a black-covered book beneath it.

—World Weapons Illustrated Guide.

Wasn’t this thing supposed to be in the pile of reference books on her desk? How had it ended up here?

Qiu Qi crouched down and opened it. Her full name was written clearly on the first page. Even the bookmark was placed exactly where she had left it last time.

Other people transmigrated with golden fingers. How did hers become a reference book? Was this script still usable or not?

Qiu Qi clicked her tongue, temporarily set the book aside, then got up and picked the smaller-sized outfit from the clothes rack to put on.

After putting on the loose ancient-style robe, Qiu Qi raised her hands, then lowered her head and began worrying over the pile of ribbons. As someone who spent all day wearing white T-shirts and old-man baggy shorts, how could she know how to wear something so particular?

Thinking this, Qiu Qi simply yanked the belt off from its original place with brute force, wrapped it simply around her waist, and tied it into a bow, wearing the outfit like a bathrobe.

“Splash—”

The sound of flowing water passed by her ears. A slender, fair arm reached straight over Qiu Qi’s shoulder and took the remaining set of clothes.

Pei Yuqing seemed to naturally carry a pleasant scent. It was fresh and lightly fragrant, a soothing aroma one would never get tired of no matter how deeply they breathed it in.

When she reached over, the dampness clinging to her body also pressed close without warning. The muscles in Qiu Qi’s back instantly tensed, and she froze in place, standing straighter than a pillar.

What should she do? What should she do?!

Although she had once gone into the deep waters and drawn a few risqué comics, she herself was still a completely inexperienced little weakling. When they got to the bed later, what was she supposed to do?

Speaking of which…

Did this world have finger cots?