The night air outside the Yun estate was crisp and quiet. Jason stepped into the backseat of the black sedan waiting by the gate, his jacket folded neatly in his lap. He didn't say much during the drive home, not because he didn't have things to say—but because he had too much on his mind.
He looked down at his hand, the faint memory of the jade flickering in his thoughts. No weight, no glow—just silence now. Still, whatever the return ended up being… it would be worth it.
By the time he got back to his villa on the edge of the city, the moon was high. The property wasn't huge by wealthy standards, but it was private and well-kept—high walls, security detail, and Daisy.
His assistant.
Well. Technically the assistant assigned to him by the family.
Every member. Of the Yun family has one. Daisy had been with Jason for a total of three years .
He unlocked the door, nodded at the security team posted at the front, and went inside. The villa was quiet—Daisy had probably gone to bed already.
Jason took a shower, changed into a loose T-shirt and shorts, and collapsed into bed. His muscles ached from the tension of the evening. His mind, however, didn't shut off as easily.
"So much in one day," he muttered, folding his arms behind his head. "Used the jade… took over the Han project… called off the engagement… and that whole mess with the Son girl…"
That thought lingered. The heiress he saved.
The quiet way fate was moving behind the curtain.
He sat up slightly, blinking at the ceiling. "What am I forgetting?"
Nothing came. Just a whisper of dread he couldn't place.
"Whatever," he sighed, rolling over. "Sleep first."
He wasn't sure when he drifted off, but the dream came vivid and sudden.
He was holding… balls?
Two of them. One in each hand.
Weirdly warm, oddly textured. Smooth but… pointy?
He shifted slightly, adjusting the grip. The texture gave under his fingers.
Then a soft sound escaped into the dark—almost a breath, almost a moan.
Jason frowned in the dream.
And that's when the dream broke.
He blinked, groggy.
Wait.
Why could he feel fabric?
Why was it warm?
Why—
A slow dread crept over him as he became aware of… legs. Not his.
He turned his head and felt something silky slip under his hand. And above him—breathing. Close. Rhythmic. Too real.
His eyes snapped open.
A girl. A woman.
No. Not just any woman.
Daisy.
Hair messy around her face, glasses askew on the bedside table, cheeks flushed pink in the moonlight filtering through the curtains. She lay opposite him in a light, lacy gown—nothing like her usual business wear. It clung to her in all the wrong ways.
Jason stared, heart hammering.
His hand. Was under the gown.
Sweat broke across his brow. He froze.
Shit. SHIT.
Then it hit him.
Two things the novel mentioned. Two things he, in his frantic survival panic, had completely forgotten.
One: Jason—the character he now inhabited —had a severe case of sleepwalking. Once in the novel Jason had sleepwalked in barn, curled up next to heifer, and got mistaken for a cattle thief. The old beat and chased him with a broom.
Jason had forgotten as this information was just a small comedic relief.
Two: Daisy, his assigned assistant, had a rare body condition—the Yin-Yang Body.
A genetic anomaly that flooded her system with extreme hot and cold energies. Her family had sealed it with traditional medicine, but the cost was her emotional balance.
She had two personalities.
Her regular self—cold, composed, professional.
And the sealed half—her yang energy—dormant unless triggered.
And he had just triggered it.
Daisy stared at him with glowing, heated eyes. Her lips slightly parted, breath growing faster.
"Don't. Move," she whispered.
Jason froze.
"Daisy, I was asleep. I didn't mean—"
Before he could finish, she rolled on top of him. One hand slid to his waist and pulled him close. Her weight pinned him down, her breath brushing against his neck.
"Shut up," she said, and her lips crashed into his.
It was not a gentle kiss. Tongue, heat, urgency. Jason had never experienced anything like it in either of his lives. It was overwhelming.
She pulled back only long enough to straddle him better, her lower body grinding against his in slow, demanding circles. Jason's mind screamed, but his body couldn't think straight.
Daisy moaned softly into his ear. "You're not bad.
He tried to speak—but she kissed him again, harder this time.
"Now hush. Or I'll bite."
Her lower half began to move even faster than before. Daisy's breath caught, and her eyes half-lidded as she pinned him beneath her, hand squeezed thightly around his throat.
She gasped, her body trembling lightly.
Then came the shift.
A sharp jolt ran through her. She buried her face in his neck, moaned, and collapsed forward with a full-body shudder. Her breathing slowed, but the heat of her body stayed.
Jason slid out from under her gently and sat on the edge of the bed trying to catch his breath, eyes wide.
What the hell just happened?
He knew exactly what.
The seal must've loosened because of the stimulus.
In the novel the so-called protagonist stumbled upon her condition through some
Dumb plot convenience and use the possibility of a cure to cozy up to her didn't take long before she was in his harem after that she became a walking leak she feed him everything Jason planned or did.
Jason pulled off his soaked undergarments, took a long cold shower, and changed into fresh clothes. He checked his phone. Barely 6:00 AM.
He stepped outside his room, and sure enough— daisy was still in her room she is usually ready by this time according to his memories.
He ate breakfast and walked out side towards his driver and security.
"Where's Miss Daisy?" one of them asked.
Jason swallowed. "She's… under the weather."
One of them raised a brow. "Miss Daisy? Under the weather? That's rare."
"She won't be coming in today," Jason added quickly.
The guards exchanged looks but nodded.
As they left, Jason sighed and leaned against the window.