Chapter 1: The Contract of the Twisted Goddess

Room 303, the female dormitory of Yugang University.

The evening’s orange light sliced diagonally into the room through the blinds, casting alternating stripes of light and shadow across the pale wooden floor.

Within this cozy, twenty-square-meter double room, however, the current atmosphere was starkly at odds with its inviting decor.

Beside the bed closest to the balcony, a tall girl with long hair cascading over her shoulders leaned against a desk.

She was statuesque, estimated to be around 172 centimeters tall, and clad in an off-white silk slip nightgown.

The hem of her nightgown reached only to mid-thigh, revealing a pair of long, straight legs with skin so fair it seemed to gleam.

Her feet were bare, her toes painted with a deep, wine-red polish, resembling a row of ripe cherries.

This girl was Song Qinghuan.

She was slightly turned, her left leg elegantly crossed over her right knee, her delicate ankle gently swaying.

In her hand, she held a thick diary with a dark red, faux-leather cover. Her fingertips idly traced the four prominent characters: ‘Qinghuan’s Abusive Poetry’.

Just three steps in front of her, another girl stood trembling.

This girl was significantly smaller, perhaps only 158 centimeters tall, with waist-length twin ponytails of naturally deep chestnut hair that curled slightly at the ends.

She wore cotton pajamas adorned with a bear motif, the pant legs slightly long, covering half of her instep.

Her head was bowed, her hands anxiously twisting the hem of her sleepwear.

She was Lin Shishi.

“Lin Shishi, I expect you to explain clearly what exactly this novel you’ve written is supposed to mean.”

Song Qinghuan rustled through a few pages.

The pages were filled with dense, delicate handwriting, the ink varying in depth, clearly indicating it wasn’t written in a single day.

“I… I just wrote it casually,” Lin Shishi whispered, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum.

As she spoke, her twin ponytails slid from her shoulders with the tilt of her head, their ends lightly brushing her collarbones.

“Casually written?”

Song Qinghuan smiled.

She snapped the diary shut with a ‘thwack’, then lightly tapped her palm with its spine.

“Then why did you write about me? Not only did you write about me, but you used my real name. Hmm?”

With each question, she took a small step forward.

Her slippers made almost no sound on the floor, yet the encroaching pressure made Lin Shishi instinctively retreat until her back pressed against the cold wall.

“Just borrowing…”

Lin Shishi stammered, “It has nothing to do with the real you… I just, just borrowed your name…”

“Nothing to do with me?”

Song Qinghuan was now standing directly in front of her, the distance between them less than an arm’s length.

From this angle, Lin Shishi could smell the faint scent of shower gel emanating from her.

Song Qinghuan leaned forward slightly, and the neckline of her nightgown drooped, revealing a dazzling expanse of snowy cleavage.

Lin Shishi hastily averted her gaze, her ears instantly flushing crimson.

Song Qinghuan reopened the diary to a specific page.

“‘Song Qinghuan pressed Lin Shishi against the full-length mirror, breathing against Lin Shishi’s ear. Good girl, today I’ll teach you how to serve your master.'”

She paused after reading this, raising her eyes to the now beet-red Lin Shishi, and continued:

“‘Lin Shishi whimpered… Song Qinghuan imperiously lifted her chin with the tip of her foot…'”

“Enough!”

Lin Shishi suddenly covered her ears, her voice laced with tears. “Don’t read anymore!”

“What’s wrong?”

Song Qinghuan raised an eyebrow, closing the diary. “You can write it, but you can’t bear to hear it?”

She took two steps back and resettled into the chair by the desk.

This time, Song Qinghuan propped her legs directly onto the desktop.

This action caused the hem of her nightgown to slide completely up to her inner thighs.

Lin Shishi’s gaze involuntarily drifted.

“What are you looking at?”

Song Qinghuan’s voice suddenly turned cold. “You scoundrel, you’re the one who made a mistake, secretly writing such vulgar things to slander me, and you still dare to peek?”

As she spoke, she deliberately parted her legs a little wider.

“I just… accidentally saw it…”

Lin Shishi’s voice grew fainter and fainter, her head almost buried in her chest.

Song Qinghuan sneered.

She took her legs off the desk, her bare feet landing on the floor.

Standing up, she walked over to Lin Shishi and gently lifted the other girl’s chin with the diary.

“In that case, very good.”

She said slowly, “Lin Shishi, I will report you. First, I’ll report you to the academic affairs office for creating explicit content and harassing a roommate—you know Yugang University’s student code, don’t you? Article nine prohibits any form of sexual harassment. Minor offenses result in a warning, severe ones in expulsion.”

Lin Shishi’s face instantly went pale.

“And then,” Song Qinghuan leaned closer, “I’ll call the police…”

“No!”

Lin Shishi suddenly shrieked, dropping to her knees with a thud.

She reached out, grabbing the hem of Song Qinghuan’s nightgown. “Sister Qinghuan, please forgive me! I’ll never dare again! I truly won’t!”

Her tears finally streamed down, each one splattering onto the floor.

Her twin ponytails trembled slightly with her sobs.

Song Qinghuan looked down at the girl kneeling at her feet. After a long moment, she slowly spoke:

“If apologies were enough, what would we need the police for? I must have an explanation.”

“Wuwu… Please, Sister Qinghuan, I truly know I was wrong… I’ll do anything you ask, just don’t report me, don’t call the police…”

Lin Shishi cried breathlessly, almost collapsing onto the floor. “I can’t be expelled… My mother will kill me… Wuwu…”

Song Qinghuan watched her cry in silence until her sobs softened into suppressed whimpers. Then, she let out a soft sigh—a sigh that held little pity, but rather a sense of satisfaction, as if ‘this moment had finally arrived’.

“Forgive you?”

She repeated, “You slandered me like this, wrote me as so cruel—possessive, perverted… How could I possibly forgive you so easily?”

Lin Shishi’s shoulders trembled violently.

“However,” Song Qinghuan’s tone shifted, a hint of playfulness entering her voice, “if you truly want me to forgive you, it’s not entirely impossible.”

Lin Shishi abruptly lifted her head, her face streaked with tears. “Really? Sister Qinghuan, tell me, I’ll do anything! Truly!”

Song Qinghuan smiled.

This time, it was a genuine smile, the curve of her lips instantly illuminating her entire face.

Her already exquisite face, when smiling now, possessed a bewitching charm.

She reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a neatly folded A4 paper, slowly unfolding it before Lin Shishi.

“Sign this contract, and I’ll consider forgiving you.”

Lin Shishi knelt upright and took the paper.

The text on the paper was printed, the clauses clear, the wording formally absurd.

Lin Shishi’s fingers began to tremble.

“This… this is too…”

Lin Shishi’s voice quivered. “Too much…”

“Too much?”

Song Qinghuan bent down, reaching out to pinch Lin Shishi’s chin, forcing her to look up. “Is it more excessive than what you wrote in your diary?”

“Don’t say it!” Lin Shishi’s face was so red it seemed to drip blood. “I’ll sign! I’ll just sign it!”

Song Qinghuan released her hand with satisfaction, pulled a black pen from the pen holder, uncapped it, and handed it to Lin Shishi.

Lin Shishi knelt on the floor, using the edge of the desk, and with a trembling hand, wrote her name.

After writing her name, she then wrote the date below.

As the final stroke fell, she vaguely felt as though she had personally signed a bond of servitude.

Song Qinghuan picked up the contract, carefully examining the delicate handwriting, the smile at the corners of her lips deepening.

“Alright, the contract is now in effect.”

Lin Shishi remained kneeling, staring blankly at her.

The next second, Song Qinghuan suddenly spread her arms and spun in a circle.

The hem of her nightgown billowed around her.

She let out a bell-like laugh.

“This is wonderful! I’m so happy! Hahahahaha—”

She bent over with laughter, her long hair cascading down like a black waterfall, the ends brushing Lin Shishi’s cheek.

After laughing for a while, she finally managed to compose herself, wiping away tears of mirth with the back of her hand. Then, she squatted down, meeting the kneeling Lin Shishi’s gaze.

“I must say,”

She reached out and pinched Lin Shishi’s cheek, “What a beautiful little pet. You wrote it so perfectly, so precisely, I couldn’t help but applaud!”

Lin Shishi was stunned.

Song Qinghuan leaned into her ear and whispered softly, “Do you know? You weren’t wrong at all. I truly am a very cruel, very possessive, and very twisted dominant girl!”

After speaking, she giggled again, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

Lin Shishi knelt on the ground, looking up at her roommate, who was both familiar and strangely unfamiliar, a chill running down her spine.

Two months ago, when she first met Song Qinghuan in the dormitory, her impression had been of a ‘cold goddess’—speaking little, showing few emotions, always engrossed in a book by the window, her profile in the sunlight as beautiful as an oil painting.

Later, she learned that Song Qinghuan was a renowned talent from Yugang University’s Faculty of Arts, from a wealthy family, with suitors lining up from the dorms to the school gates. Yet, she maintained a polite but distant demeanor with everyone.

But now…

Was this girl, laughing so wildly, her eyes glinting with dangerous light, truly that same Song Qinghuan?