Chapter 7

"Uh, I don't need any..." She didn't have the habit of drinking tea, but meeting Shentu Mo’s calm, pool-like eyes, she had to change her words, "Okay."

After brewing the tea, Shentu Mo made a "please" gesture, so He Lele had to sit down and silently listen to the two magnetic but distinct voices talking about a TV series.

She had thought that beast only knew how to mate.

Take a sip of tea, continue listening... couldn't tell that beast was actually quite serious about work. If only they would keep talking like this...

The double fatigue of body and spirit made He Lele’s eyelids heavier and heavier. In the end, her little head nodded, and she actually fell asleep sitting there.

"What’s up with this woman?" Shentu Mo glanced at He Lele and asked.

"Heh... I fucked her until she was satisfied."

"...Preparing to go back to be a mine owner?"

"Pfft pfft pfft! You crow’s mouth! This little woman was arranged by Aunt Yun; it’s fine to play with her casually. Have you forgotten? 'Concubine'." Ruan Lin made a circle with one hand and poked a finger in and out of it, smiling lewdly. Even with such a filthy expression on his face, he was still handsomely dazzling.

"Oh?" Shentu Mo was thoughtful.

"Alright, make your own food at five. I’m taking her away. I just broke her cherry yesterday, and the freshness hasn't worn off yet! If you have any needs, please be early next time." After saying this, Ruan Lin picked up the teacup and drank the remaining tea in one gulp.

"New tea? Tastes good." As he said this, he walked over to He Lele, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and walked toward the elevator.

"Ah—you, let me go! Put me down." The startled He Lele struggled immediately.

Pressing the button for the third floor, Ruan Lin waved casually at Shentu Mo outside the elevator. "So polite? No need to see us off."

"Red Dust."

"Hmm?"

The elevator door closed slowly, but Shentu Mo outside the elevator suddenly reached out like lightning, grabbed He Lele’s waistband, and dragged her out of the elevator.

"Ah—" He Lele was thrown to the ground, confused.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Ruan Lin was furious.

Ding! The elevator door closed completely.

"Fuck! Shentu Mo! Open the door! What the hell are you doing!" Ruan Lin’s roar came through the intercom.

"Red Dust. The name of the tea."

"You! Shentu Mo! I’ll fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations! You motherfucker, you gave me an aphrodisiac! I’ll fuck you—"

Shentu Mo blocked the elevator intercom, turned back to the sofa, picked up the thin-rimmed glasses on the coffee table, put them on, and opened his laptop. His handsome face didn't show a trace of anger.

He Lele sat blankly at the elevator entrance, her head still a bit fuzzy. What was going on? Why did Mr. Shentu grab her out? And what did Ruan Lin say at the end... drank an aphrodisiac? Did a stallion like Ruan Lin need an aphrodisiac? Tea... tea? He Lele looked at the cups of tea on the coffee table in horror.

"W-why..."

"Didn't Ruan Lin tell you?"

No one is allowed to delay his meal for any reason? "But I wasn't late!"

Shentu Mo took off his glasses and stared at He Lele with a sharp gaze, "You weren't late, not because you were punctual, but because of my reminder." Punishing someone after they’ve made a mistake is just locking the stable door after the horse has bolted. A perfect result doesn't rely on strict rules, but on rigorous and precise process control. However, rules are also necessary.

He Lele was speechless. She stood up dejectedly and bowed deeply, "...I’m sorry, Mr. Shentu, I promise, there, there will absolutely not be a next time."

The cold, stern man glanced at her, put his glasses back on, and operated the laptop.

"Mr. Shentu, can I go downstairs now?" The quiet, chilly atmosphere made her very uncomfortable, but the private floors of the five owners could only be opened by themselves or those they authorized, unlike the public areas of the underground garage, the first floor, and the seventh floor, which all five could open.

The cold man didn't speak.

Time passed bit by bit. He Lele vaguely felt a ball of fire rising in her abdomen. The fire spread rapidly to her whole body, igniting her blood, making her feel incredibly hot. Her skin felt as if it were being bitten by ten thousand ants, both numb and itchy. She frowned in discomfort, but the numbness and itchiness became more and more intense. Finally, all the numbness and itchiness gathered between her legs—

"Mm..." She couldn't help but groan. So itchy, so... so uncomfortable...

"Mr. Shentu..."

Author's Note:

I didn't mean to cut it off here...

It’s really hard to find a stopping point for over a thousand words~~~ This chapter is almost eighteen hundred...

So~~~ hehe~~ I’ll eat Shentu Mo in the next chapter...

Right! Almost forgot!

Everyone!!! Happy Dragon Boat Festival!!!!!

Jiangshan loves you all!!

☆, Chapter 10: Love Action

"Ah... so comfortable! Mm, mm ah... ha..."

God! What was she doing! What happened to her? While He Lele was moving up and down rapidly on the man, her mind was shocked beyond measure by her own appearance!

Ah! She remembered! To punish her for not being punctual, Mr. Shentu tricked her into drinking an aphrodisiac!

Scene after scene of the drug taking effect flashed through her mind again—oh my god!

Controlled by desire, she had actually stripped off her clothes and begged Mr. Shentu to fuck her. Seeing him unmoved, she, she twisted lewdly on top of him like a prostitute, even anxiously unbuckled Mr. Shentu’s belt, took out his not-yet-fully-erect cock, and shamelessly—licked it!

...She had only lost her virginity yesterday, and today she was actually taking the initiative to suck a man’s thing! And after it swelled up, she couldn't wait to straddle Mr. Shentu’s waist, pressing her already soaked private parts against the crown of the meat, and sat down shamelessly, starting to suck and spit intensely!

Although she had lost her sanity due to the drugs, going to such lengths was too... was she a lewd woman by nature?

"Ah—there, there it feels so good!" Following her instincts, her body automatically adjusted the angle to let the thick, hard cock constantly poke at the point that gave her extreme joy, "More... so good! Mr. Shentu, ah... ah ah ah—"

The overwhelming orgasm made her collapse on the man, her body convulsing, her lower body, flooded with honey, still biting the man’s long sword tightly, constantly contracting.

But after a while, the honey-hole began to itch and feel empty again.

"Mm... so itchy... inside... thrust, thrust me... wuwu... I want..." She lifted her hips and sat down heavily, "Ah... so comfortable..."

Her body, having tasted the marrow, completely ignored her gradually clearing sanity, riding the man in a near-frenzy, using the elasticity of the sofa to throw her body up and then slam it down, letting the man’s massive size fiercely hit the soft flower heart deep inside.

"Ya ah—so, so big... mm..." With every rise and fall, she could clearly feel the shape of the long thing inside her, how it inserted and how it exited, how it scraped against her wet, slippery, soft little hole, creating wave after wave of excitement and pleasure.

"Mm ah ah—" It’s coming again... it’s coming again!

The wave of pleasure that swept through her whole body washed over He Lele’s sanity time and time again. Finally, after countless orgasms, she was completely exhausted and fell into a dark, sweet sleep.

Shentu Mo lowered his eyes to look at the woman who had fainted on top of him... He hadn't had much interest in sex today, nor did he intend to touch this woman with her naive face—sex, a thing that consumed a lot of time and energy but only brought a few seconds of pleasure, was not something he would waste time on unless necessary. But when this woman, who was usually obedient and a bit shy, became lewd and wanton due to the drugs, begging him to fuck her, his interest was piqued.

This woman’s body... didn't taste bad. Perhaps Aunt’s suggestion was indeed worth considering. Usually, when he had needs, to save time, he would just grab a woman nearby to solve it, but some women would put on airs in their work just because he used them once, unable to distinguish their status. Although they couldn't cause big trouble, everything that might delay the shooting progress should be avoided. So... "concubine"?

Holding the woman’s waist, which was less than a handful, Shentu Mo lifted her body slightly, but the next second he pressed it fiercely against his waist, letting his treasure sink deep into her warm body.

"Mm..." The woman let out an unconscious whimper.

Shentu Mo took off his glasses and put them aside, casually tossing his hair. A few bangs fell from between his fingers, lightly touching his smooth forehead. His originally cold and stern temperament suddenly became romantic and charming. He lifted the fainted female body from his arms, letting her upper body lean back on his left hand, while his right hand unbuttoned all the buttons of his black shirt one by one from top to bottom, revealing his bronze, well-defined chest and abdomen.

His gaze swept from the woman’s slightly furrowed brows, past her small and delicate nose, to her red, fragrant lips. After lingering for a moment, he looked down at the full, erect breasts on the woman’s chest. The cherries at the top of the snow peaks were a tempting crimson, inviting to be picked... Shentu Mo’s lips curled slightly, and his handsome eyes finally looked at the connection between the two.

The woman’s snow-white thighs were tightly pressed against his waist, and the mounds between her legs were biting his crotch without a sliver of space.

With his size, it would be hard for the woman to bear it all without sufficient lubrication. And she, whether it was the effect of the drugs or because she was naturally sensitive, was impossibly wet from the beginning. He remembered she swallowed him completely the first time, and just being surrounded by her, he felt very comfortable. Recalling the scene of her playing happily on top of him, a hint of evil flashed in Shentu Mo’s eyes. She was pure yet lewd, shy yet wanton. If Muse wasn't involved in the porn industry, he would be very interested in making a few "love action films" with her; they would definitely have a market.

Checking the time on his laptop and going over his schedule and work for the day in his mind, Shentu Mo picked up He Lele and laid her down by the dining table.

"If you faint before I’m satisfied next time... you’ll bear the consequences," Shentu Mo said, stroking He Lele’s smooth lower abdomen.

As soon as he finished speaking, the black figure, like a bloodthirsty black wolf, held the woman’s waist and thrust in with fierce, ungentle force!

☆, Chapter 11: Concubine

It was the fourth day.

For these four days, every morning when He Lele opened her eyes, she would stare at the ceiling for a while, because for four consecutive days, she felt like she was in another world when she woke up. If it weren't for the traces of being ravaged by two men still clearly remaining on her body, she would have thought she had just had a nightmare.

Four days ago, she woke up in a guest room on the fifth floor, her whole body feeling shattered. She couldn't even muster the strength to cry, so she could only close her eyes and sleep until she woke up from hunger.

Then, for four days, Ruan Lin and Mr. Shentu hadn't returned, and the other three owners were nowhere to be seen, as if she were the only person in this apartment. Every day, guarding the apartment, doing housework, watching TV, reading books, and surfing the internet, she felt herself becoming calmer. One man or two, since she couldn't resist, the only thing she could do was not to care. As for the future... if she couldn't even free herself from self-pity and self-lamentation today, what was there to talk about for the future?

The sky hadn't fallen, she hadn't died, her parents were healthy, so she should live happily. When she died, there would be plenty of time to suffer, so why rush?

Although her job was to be on call 24 hours a day, it didn't mean she couldn't go out. In the absence of the five owners, she could leave the apartment temporarily, but she had to be back within an hour. There was a small car in the underground garage for her to get around. Usually, going out to buy groceries or basic daily necessities, a half-hour round trip was more than enough. As for buying other things... she had no money, and she didn't need them.

She called home to report that she was safe. Her parents told her to be kind to others at the company, not to be too calculating if she suffered a little loss, and that suffering a loss was a blessing—He Lele smiled and agreed to everything. She had explained to Ren Lingyu and expressed her attitude that she wouldn't quit for the time being. Lingyu tried her best to persuade her, but she couldn't say much more. She couldn't say, my good friend, the master you admire the most drafted a contract I couldn't breach. She couldn't say, my good friend, the job you kindly introduced to me is to be a maid and a house prostitute for someone.

Right, what was that maid called in ancient times who served the male master’s daily life, including satisfying his physiological desires? It was that maid Xiren whom Grandmother Jia sent to Jia Baoyu... He Lele thought for a long time before she finally remembered the term.

Concubine.

Wasn't she just a concubine now? And one shared by the men in this apartment.

But then again, would anyone think she had struck gold? Not to mention the status of Ruan Lin and Shentu Mo in the entertainment industry, just their looks and "capital," countless women would probably cry and scream to climb into their beds. If it weren't for this job, would they have looked at her twice? Someone as ordinary as her.

She knew very well that the value of her existence was that when they were in the apartment and happened to have needs, there was a woman available.

Muse was indeed a super-large multinational media group; the benefits for core employees were really good.

"Beep beep—" A car horn sounded outside the apartment.

He Lele withdrew her thoughts, glanced out the window, tidied her clothes, and ran out of the room.

In front of a flashy sports car outside, two handsome men stood entangled—one of the handsome men, who was hanging on the other with his eyes closed, exuded a strong smell of alcohol.

"New manager?" the sober handsome man asked.