Chapter 7

……Here live the five highest-paid performers of Muses; he indeed said his name is Seeing Ruan Lin.

No wonder Ren Lingyu said……the entertainment industry has nothing real except falsehood.

No wonder the personality test when I applied for "apartment manager" had so many questions about idol fandom.

If Seeing Ruan Lin's diehard fans found out his true nature, their faith would collapse…

But… to her, whether he was Seeing Ruan Lin or Qilin made no difference—he was just someone she had to face… a benefactor? Or perhaps "pimp" was more accurate.

"Don't tell me you're my fan," Seeing Ruan Lin said with mockery, casually pulling over a chair to sit beside the dining table. He'd wondered earlier why this woman showed no reaction when signing up—turns out she hadn't even registered it; now that she finally did… it was exactly as he expected: "calm."

"Even if all five of you are perverts, I don't believe any woman would remain completely unmoved in front of you five," that was Yun Yi's exact words. Since one of you five takes anyone, and another picks up women nearby, having a female manager is too risky—and this woman was directly assigned by Yun Yi as a "bed servant," naturally different from ordinary women.

"Looks decent. Give me some too," Seeing Ruan Lin pointed at Producer Seeing Shentu Mo's plate. He hadn't eaten much before rushing back, and after all that exercise, he was actually hungry.

He Lele calmed her nerves, nodded, looked at Producer Seeing Shentu Mo, and whispered softly, "Would this gentleman like anything else?"

Before Producer Seeing Shentu Mo could speak, Seeing Ruan Lin raised an eyebrow first, "Didn't anyone tell you who we five are, or what to watch out for?"

He Lele thought for a moment, "The contract forbids inquiring into or spreading any information about the owners; during work, we must protect the owners' privacy within the apartment; after leaving, we must not disclose anything we witnessed… the contract contains no specific details about the five owners."

After signing the contract, "Yun Yi" had sent a junior assistant named "Xiao Qin" to brief her, but Xiao Qin merely gave her a bored glance before calling someone to bring her to the apartment—said nothing at all.

"Oh?" Seeing Ruan Lin shrugged, assuming Yun Yi had her reasons, "Let me introduce you: this is Producer Seeing Shentu Mo, Muses' top producer. The only thing to note: he eats every three hours, and no one may delay his meals for any reason. Also, absolutely no interruptions during meals."

"Understood," He Lele sighed in relief. What had terrified her most was not knowing what to do—or not do. Now that she knew, even if it was hard, she wasn't afraid. As for "top producer"… she watched more anime; she only knew the most popular stars, knew nothing about behind-the-scenes people, and had no interest.

Just as He Lele turned to return to the kitchen, her legs suddenly went weak—she barely caught herself on the floor before face-planting.

Her legs… had no strength. Earlier, from sheer tension, her entire body had been tensed just to finish the fried rice; now that her nerves relaxed, the accumulated soreness surged through every nerve—her legs and waist felt like they'd been taken apart, spun in a washing machine for a full day and night, then reassembled.

Hearing the low chuckle behind her, He Lele glared angrily at Seeing Ruan Lin, then struggled to rise and went to make him fried rice—he should thank her for her strong professional ethics, or else his rice wouldn't have just rice in it!

1:55 a. m.

"Mr. Producer Shentu, your fried rice is ready," He Lele said into the elevator intercom.

Ten seconds later, the elevator doors opened. He Lele took a deep breath and slowly carried the tray into the elevator—she had to move slowly; every step sent waves of pain through her body, so intense she wanted to cry, especially… her repeatedly stretched-to-limit private parts kept rubbing against the rough denim crotch with each step, bringing stinging, numbing pain.

That beast! He'd said, since Producer Seeing Shentu Mo was home at night, she wouldn't sleep anyway, so he'd be kind and keep her company! Then—he turned off the kitchen lights before she'd even washed the dishes, pinned her against the sink, yanked down her jeans and underwear in one motion, pried open her buttocks, and thrust into her from behind without regard for her body's limits, "merrily" fucking her for nearly an hour…

"When you come down from the fifth floor, go straight to the third. I'll grant you access. Don't make me wait!" That's what the beast told her as she lay collapsed on the kitchen floor.

Stud! Sex beast! Shameless bastard!

The elevator doors opened automatically on the fifth floor, revealing a lavishly elegant living room, every piece of furniture and decoration precisely calculated, making her feel as if she were dirt in an operating room—and Producer Seeing Shentu Mo—He Lele looked toward the dining table, where the man with sharp, defined features and a cold aura clearly was the chief surgeon.

Author's note:

First, thank you, drtime, for your adorable gift! Mwah!

Then~ I noticed that whenever I do double updates, there's never any meat?

So frustrating~~ whether it's meat or plot, one chapter just can't hold it all…

Hope you won't feel the balance is off…

Also~ when do you usually read? Seems afternoons are quiet?

☆ Chapter 9: Dusty Lust-Inducing

About ten minutes later, Producer Seeing Shentu Mo put down his spoon; He Lele quickly cleared the dishes.

"What would you like at five? Eating fried rice all the time might get boring, but the fridge has little—"

"There's a package at the door. Please fetch it for me," Producer Seeing Shentu Mo suddenly ordered.

A package at two-something a. m.? Are there midnight couriers delivering meat, vegetables, fruits?

As He Lele went downstairs, the doorbell rang. She set down the tray, rushed out of the apartment, and ran through the pain to the iron gate at the villa entrance, signing for the package from a young man on a motorcycle.

The package was small, light.

"Mr. Producer Shentu, your package."

"All set? Then I'm taking her."

He Lele glared bitterly at Seeing Ruan Lin on the sofa—he'd actually come straight to the fifth floor to drag her off! Did he think she was an indestructible inflatable doll? Even inflatable dolls deflate after prolonged use!

"What do you think of Su Xinqi?" Producer Seeing Shentu Mo asked calmly.

At those words, Seeing Ruan Lin—who'd just stood up—sat back down, "You want the truth? This woman has zero acting ability! Fine, but at least read your lines clearly! Why are you staring at me like a lovesick fool? I know she was shoved in by the investor, but if you still want ratings for this drama, please keep her far from the camera—better yet, don't let her share scenes with me! I'm afraid I'll strangle her by accident."

"Oh? But several directors said she's decent… Miss He, please brew some tea," Producer Seeing Shentu Mo pulled three tea bags from the package and handed them to He Lele.