Chapter 234: Knowledge Blind Spot
In the evening, atop the Fusa Pavilion.
Bai Ming wrapped up her day, confirming that three transport teams had set off without a hitch before she wearily took a soak. She returned to her bedroom with damp hair bundled up and wearing a fluffy nightgown.
With the Demon Cultivators’ escort finally on their way, the weight on her mind was lifted halfway.
Due to the issues with the Holy Kingdom, Bai Ming had been mentally drained, returning to bed every night so tired her eyes wouldn’t open, yet troubled enough that they wouldn’t close.
Today, she finally had time to relax a bit.
Upon entering her bedroom, she closed the door, firmly advising her Little Maid not to disturb her, and tightly shut the window.
After ensuring everything was in place, she snuggled back under the covers, propping herself up against the headboard and cautiously took out her customized tablet.
Then, instead of logging into her Gongzi Shuiming account, she logged into another “Unnamed” account.
This account was different from her Gongzi Shuiming one; she didn’t publish her works within the regular Fusa Pavilion groups but on a premium adult website.
This website featured some outrageously explicit content.
Unlike the little flirtations found in Young Master Sang’s writings, this one contained the real deal, the deep abyss-level stuff. It had every imaginable kink, with only the limit of your imagination holding you back.
Since discovering this site, Bai Ming felt as if she could fully relax.
It was as if only in this realm could she free herself from all worldly constraints, letting go of every worry and sorrow.
She truly returned to her nature, seeking her own paradise.
With sparkling excitement in her eyes, she slowly clicked on her portfolio.
Then she created a new work, the title bursting with enthusiasm:
“The Bashful Beauty.”
This time, she planned to write an extremely dark and stimulating NTR piece.
The court constable investigates a mafia murder case, only to have his stunningly beautiful wife kidnapped by gang members as leverage against him.
The constable stands firm in his pursuit of justice, refusing to back down, yet his wife tragically becomes a plaything…
Just picturing such scenes in her mind made Bai Ming’s lips twitch into a lovesick smile.
Hehe, hehe…
Wiping her drool, inspiration coursed through her, and she immediately dived into her writing.
Her fingers flew across the screen, lines of text pouring out like water.
She wrote for over an hour straight.
Feeling slightly fatigued, Bai Ming rubbed her aching fingers, planning to take a short break.
Suddenly, she noticed a fan had sent her a private message.
It was from a visitor’s ID.
“Author, your works are all so twisted! I love them! How does the author come up with so many perverse ideas? Are you a perverse person in real life?”
A new fan, eh…
Bai Ming didn’t think too much of it. Anyone who could join this site was already a paying user. No trolls here.
She thought a moment, and to maintain her twisted persona, she cackled and replied:
“That’s right! If I hadn’t experienced it firsthand, how could I imagine all these perverse scenarios?”
“Not to brag, but behind my estate, there’s a huge underground prison with hundreds of beautiful slave girls, and every day I indulge in these wild fantasies, torturing them in the most twisted ways—and they absolutely love it… Hehe.”
Gleefully sending a lengthy reply, Bai Ming felt confident.
She knew that perverts would definitely connect on some level.
This fantasy concocted only in her imagination would surely resonate with many similarly twisted minds.
Of course, she expected this new fan to be utterly worshipful.
As expected, the fan promptly replied in excitement: “Really? You’re so amazing, Author! Truly a hero among perverts!”
Hmph. Bai Ming reveled in such adoration.
But the next moment.
“However… as a fan, I have a question for you, Author.”
“Go ahead. I’m super generous with my fans; I’ll answer anything!”
“It’s just…” the other person hesitated, carefully continuing, “I’ve read all your works, but I noticed one problem.”
“Author… it seems you don’t really describe how men feel during intimate moments? Why is that?”
Why?
Bai Ming’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Because, for crying out loud, I’m a woman!
I’m a virgin, inexperienced in real-life situations, and even my knowledge comes from sneaking a peek at so-called adult videos from the island nation back in my previous life.
In reality, I haven’t even seen a naked man, let alone write about how they feel during intimacy!
“Ahem… you see, that’s where you’re mistaken.”
Forced to think on her feet, she stubbornly insisted, “The essence of intimacy is best felt through the perspective of the other person, stirring up excitement.”
“As a man, you naturally want to be curious about how women feel in those moments. Who cares about how men feel, right? Am I right?”
“So, when we focus on the female character’s shy, hesitant, stimulated, and helplessly quiet state during intimacy, that’s what truly excites, isn’t it?”
Bai Ming couldn’t believe she managed to twist her way out of that one.
Sure enough, the fan immediately realized: “I see! As expected of you, Author! You’re on a whole different level.”
Hmph. Bai Ming nodded proudly.
“However… I have another question.”
Another one?
Why are you so chatty?
Though a bit impatient, Bai Ming chose to remain composed to patiently explain.
“Previously, I read your works, where the men are depicted as incredibly exaggerated. Every single day of the year, nonstop intimacy, feeling vigorous while doing it multiple times a day…”
“Is there really someone who can do that? Even a high-level cultivator would be drained dry eventually, right?”
“Isn’t that because they took something? I’ve explained this before…” Bai Ming said, drenched in cold sweat.
“What kind of drug could be so powerful?”
“Eh, you know, it’s just for creative purposes, don’t take it seriously.”
“But if you can explain it away with drugs… then they wouldn’t be doing it every day of the year.”
Bai Ming stared at the messages coming in, her body suddenly froze, cold sweat dripping down her back.
“Are you saying the male characters in my stories…”
“…don’t have cooldown periods?”
