The female protagonist in this world is truly perverted, toying with and bullying the young master.
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In the dead of night, a sudden downpour and strong winds swept through.
"Da, da, da..."
A sinister and terrifying footstep echoed outside the empty attic, unhurried and slow. The boy, bound to the stool, raised his dark eyelashes in fright, trembling and clenching his teeth.
The lights were off inside. The clean, huge French windows were battered by the rain and tree branches, and the thin moonlight shone through, falling on the cold floor and on the boy's hands, which were bound by golden chains.
Click.
A pair of hands, gleaming with the luster of white jade and with slender, bony fingers, pushed open the door. Against the light, the girl's pure and beautiful face was revealed, and a sweet fragrance filled the room.
The bright light from the corridor shone into the dark and damp attic. The boy, who was bound all over, suddenly closed his eyes, his long, dark eyelashes trembling. The chains on his hands and feet were pulled, making a sharp sound.
The boy adjusted to the light and lifted his eyelids to look at her—his maid.
She was very beautiful, with an exquisitely pure and charming appearance. She wore a white dress, and her long, black hair cascaded down her slender waist as she walked. Her eyes were large, but as black as ink, and seemed to be dark and empty.
She looks like a porcelain doll.
She closed the door and turned on the light.
Under the magnificent crystal chandelier, Shen Zhao wore a thin white shirt, his hands were bound behind his back with chains, and his two long legs were locked to the legs of a stool.
He raised his head, his jet-black hair was casually trimmed, his bone structure was extremely beautiful, he had a pair of standard peach blossom eyes with light gray pupils and peony-red corners, a high and straight nose, and thin lips that were slightly pursed.
His skin was so pale it was almost sickly, and his body was very thin. The bluish-purple veins were faintly visible on his pale, slender neck.
"Yu Qiao, you're not allowed to come any closer." Shen Zhao's long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly as he watched her approach.
Yu Qiao pretended not to hear, stood in front of Shen Zhao, bent down slightly, and pinched his chin with her slender, well-defined fingers, forcing him to look up.
His voice was low and hoarse: "When we did it."
"Weren't you excited? Why are you resisting now? Is it because I didn't touch you?"
"Yu Qiao!" The young master, who had never been bullied in twenty years, blushed and his already red eyes turned even redder with anger. He roared at her.
"Are you angry?" Yu Qiao's expressionless face revealed a trapped beast-like look, her eyes staring blankly at Shen Zhao: "You ran away, and you're not even being good, and I'm not even angry."
Shen Zhao said slowly and deliberately, through gritted teeth, "Do you still remember that I am your master?!"
"You mean, you're going to be on top tonight?" Yu Qiao's beautiful brows furrowed.
"You, you... cough cough cough..." He was choked by those words, his Adam's apple burning, and his whole face turned red.
"Your face is so red." Yu Qiao's lips curled into a subtle smile, her dark eyes gradually brightening.
“…!” Shen Zhao’s eyes widened, and he tried to back away with fear in his eyes.
Yu Qiao pressed down on his shoulder, lowered her eyes, and stared at him quietly. Her tone was very gentle, as if she were discussing something with him: "I learned a new move today."
"Let's go to the bathroom."
Her gaze was deep, and her pale yet beautiful and pure face was expressionless, yet it made Shen Zhao's heart burn. He suppressed the itch in his throat and breathed heavily, "No, don't."
Is that all she has on her mind?
Shen Zhao blushed and clenched his fingers, feeling hot with anger.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Shen Zhao's eyelashes trembled. Why wasn't she saying anything?
Suddenly, Yu Qiao bent down, used the key in her hand to unlock the chain, and stared straight at Shen Zhao with her dark and sinister eyes.
A stubborn, morbid, and manic excitement surfaced on his eerie, damp face: "Young Master, I'm not asking for your opinion."
A chill ran down his spine and through his body. Shen Zhao looked at the beautiful face that was slightly distorted by illness and clenched his fists.
He suddenly stood up and tried to run.
However, because she had been bound for a long time, her long legs went weak and she fell to the ground.
Yu Qiao wrapped her arms around his waist and abdomen, which were very slender with thin abdominal muscles, and she put her hand inside.
A melancholic yet clear voice said, "I need to exercise."
The feel seems a bit worse than last time.
"Yu Qiao!" Shen Zhao was furious. He was weak, congenitally deficient, and had weak heart and lungs. Facing Yu Qiao, who had the strength of an ox, he had no power to fight back.
"Um."
"Let me go!"
Yu Qiao didn't respond, but forcefully led him into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with warm water, and pushed him in with her well-defined fingers.
He pressed down on Shen Zhao's shoulder, his eyes swirling with unreadable emotions: "What I like, you will like too."
I watched it for a long time in the movie.
I just learned it.
She thought that the delicate young master would definitely like this move.
Her dark eyes paused for a moment, staring at his emaciated body where the bones below his collarbone were clearly visible. After thinking for a moment, she comforted him, "If you can't do it anymore, we can take turns."
There was only a moment of pity in his eyes, followed by a greedy, predatory look.
"Yu Qiao!"
"Stop yelling." Yu Qiao pinched his chin, her cold fingers gently stroking the corners of his bloodshot eyes: "Save your energy, you can yell later."
Upon hearing this, Shen Zhao's eyelashes trembled, and he raised his hand to grasp Yu Qiao's slender wrist.
His white shirt was soaked with hot water, revealing faint muscle lines. He tilted his long neck back, his skin flushed slightly from the heat, and gritted his teeth: "Then let me out tomorrow."
“…” Yu Qiao ignored him, grabbed his hand, placed it on her own… and pulled him away.
My own clothes.
Yu Qiao's aggressive, dark, and gloomy gaze fell on Shen Zhao's... body, gleaming with a sinister light. She pointed and said, "You... are... y."
His eyebrows and eyes were obscured by his hair, and his thin body was frail and weak: "Don't say anymore."
Yu Qiao gave a soft "oh" and lowered her head to kiss him.
Shen Zhao gazed at the swaying lights, a somewhat hazy thought forming in his mind.
When exactly did the little maid begin to have such feelings for him?
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A month ago, Silver Bay Manor, with its magnificent and mysterious European-style architecture, stood majestically within the forest and on the edge of the city.
Under the platinum-colored glass lamp, Shen Zhao lazily drooped his eyelids and drowsily pushed away the pastry he had just taken a bite of: "Disgusting."
"Young Master, would you like to try this?" A woman dressed in a short black and white maid outfit took the opportunity to step forward, her burning gaze almost glued to Shen Zhao, bending over and showing off her proud, voluptuous breasts.
"Disgusting, take it away." Shen Zhao didn't even lift his eyelids, his brows furrowing at the smell.
It was common knowledge that the youngest child of the Shen family in City A was frail and sickly. He was pampered and spoiled, and even drinking water required different levels of care.
"Then, what about this one?" The woman hesitated for a moment, but was still unwilling to give up. She picked up another plate of delicate rose cakes and presented it to Shen Zhao.
Shen Zhao's long, dark eyelashes trembled, and a soft cough escaped his throat, making his neck turn red.
Still no comment: "The taste is too cloying."
"Young Master, this is something I made myself. You might find the smell a bit too strong, but..." The woman hurriedly explained, taking two steps closer to Shen Zhao, as if she wanted to thrust her breasts right in front of him.
Shen Zhao frowned slightly, his long, dark eyebrows furrowing. He raised his long eyelashes, his gaze filled with disgust, and his voice was low and hoarse with a hint of impatience: "Yu Qiao."
"Get this woman and these pastries far away!"
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