Chapter 47: Volume 1, Chapter 47: Black-bellied x Arrogant (11)

Xie Wuchen stepped forward, his icy fingers landing on her slender neck; he lifted his gaze, meeting the girl's suddenly opened eyes.

Jiang Zhi, tormented by high fever, sensed his intent, closed her eyes, and a faint arc curled at the corner of her mouth.

As if she could finally be freed in the next moment.

She would never have to see him again.

Seeing the smile at her lips, Xie Wuchen's hand motion suddenly stopped; after a moment, he changed to caressing her cheek, his fingertip lightly rubbing her lips, he slightly leaned in, bringing his mouth near her ear, and whispered like a demon:

"I won't kill you, rest assured. I said I would slowly torture you, making you wish you were dead."

The icy sensation on her cheek felt like a venomous snake clinging, sending shivers down her spine.

Jiang Zhi spoke each word with deliberate pauses, her voice weak yet firm: "I will make you regret it."

Xie Wuchen deeply inhaled the faint fragrance surrounding her, desperately suppressing the urge to break free from his decadence: "I'm waiting."

When Jiang Zhi fell asleep again.

The mechanical sound appeared again.

【Data stabilized.】

【Villain Xie Wuchen Favorability 65】

Jiang Zhi, who had been ill in bed for nearly a week, never saw Xie Wuchen again after that night.

Confined in the luxurious presidential suite that resembled a castle, the corpse of the former Leader was dragged away, and the blood in the room was cleaned up by the servants.

Every day, servants would bring her food and fresh clothing.

Jiang Zhi had just been comfortable for a week; at night, darkness covered the entire floor-to-ceiling window, and outside came a steady, familiar footsteps.

The man had already replaced the burly man whom Jiang Zhi had beaten to death with a brick, becoming the Leader.

Everyone in the Evil-doers Organization had no objections, and they supported him as their leader.

Jiang Zhi heard the footsteps stop behind her, but she made no move, calmly looking at her feet.

To prevent her from committing suicide, Xie Wuchen had implanted something unknown in her body; if she ever had the thought of suicide, her body would be paralyzed by electric shock.

This man is a true demon.

"Have these past few days been comfortable?" the man said, fond of being intimate with her, always nuzzling into her neck's hollow, perversely inhaling her body scent deeply.

Jiang Zhi could hardly conceal her disgust, avoiding his nose, glancing back, she saw his gaze was icy.

She didn't want to bother with him at all, merely looking at him with the eyes one would use to regard a monster.

Xie Wuchen liked her gaze, he undid his collar button, took off his deep black coat, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his posture elegant and relaxed.

"Come here."

His tone when calling her sounded as if he were teasing a pet.

Jiang Zhi knew angering him would bring no benefit, yet recalling everything before, she would rather provoke him than obey him.

A flicker of coldness crossed Xie Wuchen's slightly raised eye corners.

"Disobedient pets will be punished."

Jiang Zhi snorted coldly.

"A pet? In her eyes, he isn't even worthy of being a pet."

"Dead pervert."

Before she could think much longer, his grip tightened on her wrist, a great force pulling her to tumble into his arms.

In a shameful, utterly undignified posture, she straddled his legs.

Jiang Zhi struggled to rise, wanting to get up from his thigh, but the large hand gripping her waist firmly restrained her movement.

Xie Wuchen leaned back slightly, one arm encircling her waist, the other hand pinching both sides of her cheeks.

Through his lenses, she met his deep, blatant black eyes; the thick desire hidden within seemed ready to burst forth.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhi felt a chill spread from her crown to her back; recalling that night's endless 'torment', fear and loathing rose in her eyes.

"No… I don't—"

Before she could finish speaking, the man leaned in and kissed her lips, which had puckered from being pinched.

This kiss was still just as rough, but with more experience; his tongue easily slipped into her warm, moist mouth.

The possessive kiss lasted a long time; Jiang Zhi's brain was drained of oxygen, her body went limp in his arms, her chest heaving violently.

Xie Wuchen's pupils were dark, his long fingers covering her back, gently stroking.

"Remember, Jiang Zhi, you are nothing but my plaything."

The words fell.

The man roughly shoved her onto the soft sofa, the black leather surface against her skin bringing a chill.

Jiang Zhi strained to suppress the sourness at the corners of her eyes, her dark eyes full of disgust; as his fingers neared touching her, her stomach churned and she turned her face, retching dryly.

"Retch—"

The sound echoed in the large, quiet living room; the air temperature gradually dropped, a frost‑like cold seeping into every part of her body.

Before Jiang Zhi could lift her head, the man tightly gripped her neck.

Xie Wuchen slowly drew near, his pupils under the bright light gloomy and terrifying.

"Jiang, Zhi!"

"Do you want to die?"

Jiang Zhi's face flushed red from his choke, her chest rapidly lacking oxygen, on the verge of passing out, the pressure on her neck eased.

Xie Wuchen tore her dress apart, tossing it aside on the sofa; his thin, dark red lips curled into a mad grin.

"Angering me brings you no benefit.

Jiang Zhi, you are destined to be my plaything.

——

A long night passed.

Xie Wuchen, lying sideways beside the girl, had brows and eyes full of weary laziness; his long fingers hooked and twirled a strand of soft, silky black hair, winding it back and forth intermittently.

Not long after.

A knocking sound came from outside.

「Duk-duk-duk—」

「Leader, something big has happened! People have come from the base! Many have been sent, and they're heading this way! 」

Xie Wuchen furrowed his brows slightly, loosened his fingers, got up from the bed, and with that motion pulled a corner of the blanket down, revealing the girl's smooth snow-white back covered in ambiguous traces.

Unintentionally stirring his desire again, Xie Wuchen's eyes turned dark and deep; he forced himself to look away, reached out and tugged the blanket, covering her entire body.

Not long after Xie Wuchen left, Jiang Zhi, who had been pretending to sleep, suddenly opened her eyes; her gaze was clear and lucid, with no trace of drowsiness.

A plot point has arrived.

This is what Jiang Zhi has been waiting for.

She couldn't care about her discomfort; compared to last time, it was somewhat better, not to the point of being unable to walk.

She changed into the prepared black hoodie and long pants, put on a hat, covering half her face, jumped out the window, and disappeared into the night.

An hour later.

Upon reaching the presidential suite, Xie Wuchen saw the bed empty and kicked the chair beside it hard.

The chair instantly turned to dust, disappearing into the air.

「Jiang Zhi!! 」

He knew full well that the girl hadn't left the organization's area, but the damned base had sent many people, restricting his movements.

Xie Wuchen suddenly thought of something, turned around and left.

Jiang Zhi hid near the basement; several teams of people had come and gone back and forth on the road ahead. This time the base wanted to eradicate the organization completely, dispatching many ability users.

But unfortunately, the Evil-doers Organization had even more ability users; dealing with them only required time.

Jiang Zhi wanted to take advantage of the chaos to rescue the 'Xie Wuchen' still locked in the basement.

She naturally knew that Xie Wuchen had already disguised himself as Bao Jiu and had left the basement long ago.