I Accidentally Triggered the Restricted Punishment Protocol - Chapter 1

Yi Hanxing had an incredibly wild night.

The only fragments she could recall involved her and a handsome young man she had never met before, entangled in a passion so intense it defied description; the kind of scenes that would be instantly censored if written in detail.

And yet, before falling asleep, she had simply been reading a smut novel.

Yi Hanxing was a college sophomore, currently at that awkward age where neither parents love nor gods favor her. She lacked the naive charm of a freshman and the polished maturity of an upperclassman. She was at that stage where finding an internship required her to pay out of her own pocket for travel and lodging.

As her self-funded summer internship ended, her roommates were busy packing to go home or travel. Only Yi Hanxing remained as immovable as a mountain.

“Hanxing, aren’t you going home again this year?” one of her roommates asked, looking up at the top bunk.

The girl on the bunk wore a single side-braid. She had the look of a classic “clear water beauty,” clean and gentle, as if washed by a spring. Her deer-like eyes were particularly vivid and lively, carrying a hint of playfulness.

Seeing Yi Hanxing nod, the roommate expressed her understanding: “If my mom burst into my room every half hour without knocking to check on me, and gave me a dozen deadly curfew calls if I stayed out past 9:30 PM, I wouldn’t go back either.”

Yi Hanxing didn’t know what to say. She finished combing her hair in the mirror and offered a polite, honest smile.

“Since we’re all leaving, won’t you be bored alone?” another roommate, a bit of a social butterfly, suddenly leaned in, mysteriously waving her phone. “Check your WeChat after we leave. I’ve shared some good stuff with you.”

Yi Hanxing thanked her, assuming it was just another suggestive Douyin video of a stripping hunk.

Actually, she was a bit of an oddity. She didn’t mind watching videos, but she disliked physical intimacy with real people. In other words, she was a bit like “Lord Ye who claimed to love dragons,” highly imaginative but functionally asexual in practice.

This led to her being “single since birth” for twenty years. Ironically, because she avoided contact with the opposite sex in reality, her imagination was exceptionally vivid.

This manifested specifically during her period; after watching those suggestive videos, she would inevitably have strange, erotic dreams. Even stranger, the physical intimacy barrier that plagued her during the day seemed to vanish entirely while she was unconscious.

Yi Hanxing didn’t like this feeling of losing control; it was quite a hassle.

She politely thanked her well-meaning roommate and set her phone aside.

Before long, her roommates fluttered away like pigeons in a plaza. Yi Hanxing was the only one left, and the once-crowded dorm suddenly felt empty.

She intended to go for a walk, but just as she reached the door, a sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen.

Did I eat something bad for breakfast? The school cafeteria was contracted out to the principal’s relative and constantly served stewed meat with rotten cabbage. At first, Yi Hanxing tried to power through it, but after half an hour, her abdomen let her know exactly who was in charge. After seeing the red stain on her skirt, a familiar and ominous premonition was finally confirmed.

She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the familiar dizziness and nausea to pass before heading to the bathroom.

She had a weakness for the sight of blood (hemophobia). This skirt was also made of a delicate material; once stained, it was nearly impossible to restore. Since it wasn’t expensive, she decided to just throw it away.

By the time she finished cleaning up, it was lights out. Unable to sleep, she lay behind her blackout curtains scrolling through her phone, remembering the “good stuff” her roommate had sent.

Well, as they say, one cannot truly empathize with their past self. Before her period, she could have lived like a monk in a secluded temple; now that it had arrived, things were different.

Normally, she disliked intimacy. But under the powerful hormonal control of her menstrual cycle, “normal” no longer applied.

Yi Hanxing decisively clicked the link.

This time, it wasn’t a video, but a smut novel.

The Overbearing Immortal Lord’s Daily Forced Love told the story of the melodramatic love-hate entanglements between a rogue cultivator, Wei Ruyi, and the Immortal Lord of the Yuxu Mountain Sword Sect, Lin Wujiu. It was peppered with nonsensical plot points and massive amounts of “meat.”

Yi Hanxing was reading with great interest when she suddenly spotted a familiar name.

[The “Cauldron” was born with a face like a peach blossom and a pair of pitiful deer-like eyes. Her figure was as graceful as a willow. Prostrating on the ground, she sobbed: “I beg the Immortal for mercy. This lowly one’s name is Yi Hanxing. In the future, I will surely serve tea, fold quilts, and warm your bed, obeying Master’s every command daily.”]

The horrified Yi Hanxing, discovering she shared a name with a “cannon fodder” character: ?

Startled, she hurriedly searched for all the plot points involving this “Yi Hanxing.” The cannon fodder who shared her name was ostensibly a cultivator of the Hehuan (Acacia) Sect and the young disciple of the original novel’s great villain, the Sect Leader Qin Wuzhou. She was physically weak and useless; her only redeeming quality was her beautiful face.

But here was the key point: the original character had a hidden identity, the Natural Cauldron Constitution.

In short, her primary role in the book was to be dragged out for a “meat” scene to fill space whenever the main leads were forced apart.

“Hello, I heard you’re a Cauldron?” “I’m Senior Brother A/B/C/D from the sect. Let’s have sex.” “I’m passing Villager A/B/C/D. Let’s have sex.” “I’m a provocative Demonic Cultivator 1/2/3/4. Let’s have sex.”

Yi Hanxing: “Damn! How did the internet censors let this author slip through the cracks?!”

All in all, in the smut novel The Overbearing Immortal Lord’s Daily Forced Love, a “Cauldron” was a tragic character coveted day and night by every male character. Not only could they not protect their chastity, but their spiritual energy would be plundered by other cultivators through dual cultivation until they were bled dry. Because of their unique constitution, they couldn’t even practice cultivation themselves.

Other readers’ online comments: “What a terrifying life of being a human battery. How is this different from when I became a retail investor right before the stock market crashed?”

Yi Hanxing shuddered, the thought chilling her to the bone. She immediately gripped her phone, memorizing every plot point related to her namesake until she was cross-eyed, only then reluctantly putting the phone down.

This way, I won’t have to fear transmigration.

Perhaps because memorizing the plot was too mentally taxing, Yi Hanxing fell asleep shortly after. Her sleep was restless; for a long time, she felt like she was drifting, her soul floating in mid-air. Suddenly, a voice exploded in her ear:

“Junior Sister Hanxing, what do you think you’re doing?!”

Her vision shifted from blurred to clear. She saw an ancient, elegant guest room. Outside, the night was deep; inside, the air was thick with the scent of blood.

It had come! The classic life philosophy: if a character with your name appears in a book, you will definitely transmigrate into it!

But it wasn’t a big deal. Don’t panic. She had stayed up all night memorizing the plot!

However, in the next moment, her body began to move involuntarily.

Eh?

As her uncontrolled gaze dropped, she first saw an overturned bamboo wheelchair, followed by its owner: a man in green robes lying in a pool of blood. A sword was plunged into his chest, and his handsome face was twisted in pain.

Blood again! Yi Hanxing wanted to faint, but her body remained stubbornly conscious.

The man before her turned pale and said word for word: “The sea of bitterness is boundless; turn back to the shore. Have you truly thought this through, Junior Sister? We both know Master’s temperament. If he wakes up and learns you tried to climb into his bed, do you think he will let you off?”

The pedantic way of speaking, the green robes, the sickly constitution, the wheelchair; this was Nan Xun, the eldest Senior Brother of the character Yi Hanxing!

Since Nan Xun was currently stabbed, this scene was “Yi Hanxing’s” debut: she had somehow lost her mind and targeted her Master, Qin Wuzhou, attempting to seduce him. She had even wounded her Senior Brother when he arrived to stop her.

Of course, the seduction failed. The original character was severely punished for attacking a fellow disciple and violating sect rules. Not only that, she was loathed by Qin Wuzhou and expelled from the sect. Having lost her protection, her tragic life as a Cauldron bullied by everyone officially began.

I don’t want any part of this!

Yet, no matter how hard she tried, her mouth issued words against her will: “Senior Brother, I’m sorry. I, I didn’t want this either. I beg you, I truly had no other choice.”

She was sobbing, her breath uneven, sounding utterly miserable.

Nan Xun said angrily, “A moth to a flame, seeking your own destruction! In your current state, facing an enraged Master will only lead to death!”

The original body ignored the man’s struggling attempts to stop her and fled in a panic.

In a daze, the scenery shifted again.

Lamps flickered on golden branch-shaped candelabras, and the air was hazy with incense smoke. The great hall was dark and silent, heavy with a warm fragrance. In the center sat a massive bed, roughly the width of three or four people. The gauze curtains were half-drawn, revealing the faint silhouette of someone lying on their side.

Strange. If this is transmigration, why can’t I move? Am I just a spectator for the play between the original character and the Master?

Despite Yi Hanxing’s best efforts to resist, her legs moved unfalteringly toward that bed.

In the empty hall, the only sound was the rustle of the girl’s skirt as she walked barefoot.

Just half a step from the bed, the steady breathing from within suddenly stopped. Consequently, Yi Hanxing’s footsteps also halted involuntarily.

She tried again, but she still couldn’t control her body; it felt exactly like sleep paralysis.

Wait, a dream? A sudden spark of realization hit her. Right! Who says meeting a book character has to mean transmigration!

She had almost been fooled by her own assumptions. Maybe this was just a dream!

As they say, “what you think by day, you dream by night.” It must be because she read too much smut that she was dreaming about the plot.

Phew, it wasn’t the first time. After watching too many thirst traps of a certain muscular Douyin creator, she’d had a rather dashing time in her erotic dreams before.

With that thought, her body moved on its own again. She grabbed a jade flask from a table and downed the liquor inside in one gulp.

The bronze mirror on the table reflected the appearance of this body, a “clear water beauty,” identical to her own features, albeit pale and panicked.

If it wasn’t a dream, how could there be someone in the world who looked exactly like her? Yi Hanxing breathed a sigh of relief.

With her “liquid courage,” the body walked toward the bed once more.

A snow-white arm gently lifted the bed curtain. This time, Yi Hanxing finally locked eyes with a pair of dark gold pupils.

The moment their gazes met, a sharp pain shot through the back of her head, as if a nerve had been fused. She was dazed for a moment.

Her body involuntarily went limp. Seeing that she was about to collapse in front of the bed, she instinctively reached out to brace herself, and this time, she could actually move.

What’s happening? Did this turn into Inception? Am I deeper in the dream?

She reached out to touch the brocade quilt on the bed. It felt cool and silky; this dream was remarkably vivid.

The strong wine she’d just downed began to take effect. Yi Hanxing felt lightheaded and weak-kneed, so she simply climbed onto the bed.

Looking up, she saw the gold-eyed youth staring intently at her.

Of course, the seduction ultimately failed. In the original story, the host was severely punished for wounding a fellow disciple and violating sect rules. Furthermore, she was loathed by Qin Wuzhou and expelled from the sect. Deprived of her sect’s protection, her tragic life as a “Cauldron” at the mercy of others officially began.

I don’t want any of this!

Yet, no matter how hard Yi Hanxing struggled, her mouth issued words against her will: “Senior Brother, I’m sorry. I, I didn’t want this either. I beg you, I, I truly had no other choice.”

She spoke with a sob, her breath uneven, sounding utterly miserable.

Nan Xun shouted in anger, “A moth to a flame, seeking your own destruction! In your current state, facing an enraged Master will only lead to death!”

The host ignored the man’s struggling attempts to stop her and fled in a panic.

In a daze, the scenery before Yi Hanxing shifted again.

Lamps flickered on golden branch-shaped candelabras, and the air was hazy with incense smoke. The great hall was dark and silent, heavy with a warm fragrance. In the center sat a massive bed, roughly the width of three or four people. The gauze curtains were half-drawn, revealing the faint silhouette of someone lying on their side.

Strange. If this is transmigration, why can’t I move? Am I just a spectator for the play between the host and the Master?

Despite Yi Hanxing’s best efforts to resist, her legs moved unfalteringly toward that bed.

In the empty hall, the only sound was the rustle of the girl’s skirt as she walked barefoot.

Just half a step from the bed, the steady breathing from within suddenly stopped. Consequently, Yi Hanxing’s footsteps also halted involuntarily.

She tried again, but she still couldn’t control her body; it felt exactly like sleep paralysis.

Wait, a dream? A sudden spark of realization hit her. Right! Who says meeting a book character has to mean transmigration!

She had almost been fooled by her own assumptions. Maybe this was just a dream!

As they say, “what you think by day, you dream by night.” It must be because she read too much smut that she was dreaming about the plot.

Phew, it wasn’t the first time. After watching too many thirst traps of a certain muscular Douyin creator, she’d had a rather dashing time in her erotic dreams before.

With that thought, her body moved on its own again. She grabbed a jade flask from a table and downed the liquor inside in one gulp.

The bronze mirror on the table reflected the appearance of this body, a “clear water beauty,” identical to her own features, albeit pale and panicked.

If it wasn’t a dream, how could there be someone in the world who looked exactly like her? Yi Hanxing breathed a sigh of relief.

With her liquid courage, the body walked toward the bed once more.

A snow-white arm gently lifted the bed curtain. This time, Yi Hanxing finally locked eyes with a pair of dark gold pupils.

The moment their gazes met, a sharp pain shot through the back of her head, as if a nerve had been fused. She was dazed for a moment.

Her body involuntarily went limp. Seeing that she was about to collapse in front of the bed, she instinctively reached out to brace herself, and this time, she could actually move.

What’s happening? Did this turn into Inception? Am I deeper in the dream?

She reached out to touch the brocade quilt on the bed. It felt cool and silky; this dream was remarkably vivid.

The strong wine she’d just downed began to take effect. Yi Hanxing felt lightheaded and weak-kneed, so she simply climbed onto the bed.

Looking up, she saw the gold-eyed youth staring intently at her.

His eyes were like cold stars, his nose sharp, and his lips thin; he was handsome to a point of piercing intensity. A teardrop-shaped earring hung from his left lobe, and a flush had risen on his bloodless face, likely from rage.

The thin quilt only covered his lower body. The man’s bare chest heaved violently, giving off a dizzying glow in the dim candlelight.

Presumably, this handsome man was her “cheap” Master, Qin Wuzhou.

Qin Wuzhou.

As Yi Hanxing looked at him for the first time, she recalled his ending in the original book.

As a monster who had lived for a thousand years, Qin Wuzhou spent his life scheming to seize the title of Immortal Lord and unify the hundreds of immortal sects. Yet, he fell short at the final hurdle, his myriad schemes defeated by the protagonist, Lin Wujiu.

In the end, his eyes were gouged out, blood gushing from the empty sockets. With the Shura Sword pressed against his forehead, he lay on the ground and laughed aloud.

Lin Wujiu frowned, unable to understand his former rival: “You were gifted with extraordinary talent, born into a prominent family, and held a status second to only one. Fame, wealth, beauty; you had everything. Why were you so obsessed with becoming the Immortal Lord?”

Qin Wuzhou suddenly roared, “Because that was meant to be mine!”

“Yes, I have no heart. I am not a good person,” he grinned again. “But I want to be the Sovereign. I can be a good Sovereign. I was born to be the Sovereign of all people!”

Bro thinks he’s the Fourth Prince in a succession drama.

That was Yi Hanxing’s thought when she read that part.

Ambitious, arrogant, and unscrupulous in achieving his goals; he had the capital to be haughty. This was her first impression of Qin Wuzhou.

In the entire novel, everyone else was either busy with smut or pure romance. He alone felt like a political drama lead who had wandered into the wrong book. Every scene featuring him was a bloodbath; he killed gods and ghosts alike, and anyone standing in his way met a grim end. Foremost among them was the famous righteous leader, Lin Wujiu.

To kill this powerful rival, Qin Wuzhou used every means imaginable: framing, poisoning, assassination, curses, threats, and bribes. Even those close to the protagonist were caught in the crossfire, their necks snapped by him as easily as unscrewing a water bottle cap.

At this thought, Yi Hanxing felt an imaginary pain in her neck and immediately shrank back. Midway through the movement, she realized something: What does the Qin Wuzhou in the book have to do with the one in my dream?

She tentatively pinched her thigh. It didn’t hurt much, so she crawled back toward him. As she approached, a touch of bloodshot red appeared at the corners of his eyes, but he neither spoke nor moved.

It really was a dream. Yi Hanxing breathed a sigh of relief. If this were the crazy villain from the book, he would have already used his signature Illusion Flower Pupil technique to freeze her in place and snap her neck. How could he possibly wait so obediently for her to “favor” him?

She reflected that she was likely having such a bizarre, long dream because of her period. No wonder she had been feeling hot and restless for the past few nights; physiological hormones were no joke.

Even now, she felt as if a furnace were hidden inside her body, constantly radiating heat from every pore.

An erotic dream born of sexual frustration would likely only end once that frustration was satisfied.

Tentatively, she placed her hand on Qin Wuzhou’s waist. The moment she touched him, she felt the skin beneath her palm was scorching, and the firm muscles twitched slightly.

Yi Hanxing instinctively squeezed, using the technique she used to pick out pork at the market. She thought to herself that this villain must lift weights often to have such a low body fat percentage.

Looking up, she met Qin Wuzhou’s bloodshot gaze again. His thick, butterfly-wing lashes trembled as he stared at her, yet he still didn’t push her away.

Phew. She let out a long breath. It seemed her physical intimacy barrier still didn’t exist in this dream.

Then she could let loose and go all out.

Yi Hanxing gently lifted the half-covering quilt. As was her custom, she apologized to him honestly first: “Although you are only a person in my dream and probably can’t understand me, I apologize for the offense. My family is strict, so I don’t have much practical experience with this. If I make you uncomfortable later, please bear with me.”

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed rapidly as he let out a raspy “Ugh.”

What a refreshing, handsome young man’s voice.

Truly her own dream; it knew her preferences best.

A stroke of luck in her misfortune: the lead in her erotic dream was a total hottie.

Yi Hanxing added, “According to the setting, you are the Great Elder of the Hehuan Sect, so you must know many bedroom arts. If I’m not doing it right, you can lead the way.”

With that, she threw herself fully into the dream.

A night of blurred passion.

The morning sun shone brightly on the two intertwined figures. A girl’s arm rested on the youth’s bare chest, her skin as fair as jade, glowing with a translucent beauty in the sunlight.

After a moment, that arm moved slightly. The girl, who had been sleeping peacefully, rolled over. Sensing something, she opened her eyes.

The handsome youth sleeping beside her was frowning, with a small, swollen bite mark on the corner of his full lips.

Yi Hanxing rubbed her eyes, muttering, “Why haven’t I woken up from this dream yet?”

She paused, pinching her lower lip in disbelief.

Why did it feel, a little painful?

No way.

In a dream, can the sense of touch be this real?

In the next instant, the youth, who had been tightly closing his eyes, snapped them open. His bright, golden pupils flashed like lightning, staring at Yi Hanxing with pure killing intent.

He grabbed Yi Hanxing by the throat and sneered, “Wicked disciple, are you satisfied with the bedroom arts your Master taught you last night?”

She really did transmigrate into a smut novel!

It wasn’t a wet dream!