Chapter 9

"Ah… so good! Mm, mm ah… ha…"

Heaven! What is she doing! What's happened to her! He Lele was rapidly rising and falling on the man, yet her own actions stunned her beyond words!

Ah! She remembered! Producer Shentu tricked her into drinking a love potion to punish her for being late!

The scenes after the drug took effect flashed through her mind again—Oh my heavens!

Under the control of lust, she had stripped herself naked and begged Producer Shentu to take her; when he showed no reaction, she, she had writhed atop him like a prostitute, even frantically unfastening his belt and pulling out his still-soft penis to shamelessly—lick it!

…She had only lost her virginity yesterday, yet today she was actively sucking a man's member! And once it swelled, she'd immediately straddled Producer Shentu's waist, pressing her drenched sex against the head of his flesh and shamelessly sank down, vigorously riding him!

Though she'd lost her mind due to the drug, to go this far was too… Was her true nature that of a lustful woman?

"Ah──" There, there feels so good! Following instinct, her body automatically adjusted its angle so the thick, hard penis kept striking that spot that brought her extreme pleasure, "More… so good! Producer Shentu, ah… aaaa──"

The overwhelming climax made her convulse and collapse onto the man, her flooded sex still tightly gripping his shaft, contracting relentlessly.

But soon after, her honey-passage began itching and aching with unbearable emptiness again.

"Mm… so itchy… inside… plug me…呜… I need…" She lifted her hips and slammed down hard again, "Ah… so good…"

Her body, addicted to the pleasure, ignored her slowly returning consciousness and rode the man in near madness, using the sofa's rebound to hurl herself upward then crash down, driving his massive length deep into her tender core.

"Yaah── so… so big… mm…" Each rise and fall, she clearly felt the shape of the intruding object—how it entered, how it withdrew, how it scraped against her slick, tender little hole, generating wave after wave of excitement and ecstasy.

"Mm aaa──" Here it comes again… again!

Waves of pleasure washed over He Lele's mind one after another, until, after countless climaxes, she collapsed utterly exhausted into a deep, sweet slumber.

Producer Seeing Shentu Mo glanced down at the unconscious woman atop him… He'd had no sexual interest today, and hadn't planned to touch this girl with her childish face—sex, a thing that consumed vast time and energy for mere seconds of pleasure, he would never waste on unless absolutely necessary. But when this once meek and shy woman, under the drug's influence, became wanton and begged him to fuck her, his desire stirred.

This woman's body… her scent wasn't bad. Perhaps Auntie's suggestion might be worth considering. Normally, when he had needs, he'd simply grab the nearest woman to satisfy himself—but some women, after being used once, started acting uppity, forgetting their place. Though they caused no major trouble, anything that might delay filming must be avoided. So… "Bed-chamber maid"?

Grasping the woman's slender waist, Producer Seeing Shentu Mo slightly lifted her body, then slammed her down hard onto his hips, burying his treasure deep within her warm core.

"Mm…" The woman emitted an unconscious moan.

Producer Seeing Shentu Mo removed his glasses and set them aside, idly brushing his hair; a few strands of bangs slipped from his fingers, lightly brushing his smooth forehead, instantly transforming his cold demeanor into something seductive and alluring. He lifted the unconscious woman, letting her upper body lean back against his left arm, while his right hand slowly undid every button of her black shirt, revealing his bronze, muscular chest and abdomen.

His gaze swept from her slightly furrowed brow, down her delicate nose, to her crimson lips, lingered a moment, then continued downward to her full, erect breasts—the cherry-tipped peaks glowing with a tempting red, begging to be plucked… Producer Seeing Shentu Mo's lips curled slightly; his handsome eyes finally settled on their joined point.

The woman's snow-white thighs clung tightly to his waist, her thighs' inner curves fused seamlessly against his groin.

With his size, a woman unprepared with sufficient lubrication would struggle to take him fully—but she, whether from the drug or her inherent sensitivity, had been drenched from the start. He remembered how she'd swallowed him whole the first time; merely being enveloped by her, he'd found it surprisingly pleasurable. Recalling how enthusiastically she'd ridden him, Producer Seeing Shentu Mo's eyes gleamed with wickedness—she was pure yet wanton, shy yet lewd. Had Muse not forbidden pornography, he'd have been very interested in shooting a few "romantic action" photo sets for her—definitely marketable.

Glancing at the time on his notebook and reviewing his schedule for the day, Producer Seeing Shentu Mo picked up He Lele and laid her on the dining table.

"Next time, if you pass out before I'm satisfied… you'll bear the consequences." Producer Seeing Shentu Mo stroked He Lele's smooth abdomen.

No sooner had he spoken than his black figure surged forward like a bloodthirsty black wolf, gripping her waist and thrusting into her with brutal, unyielding force!

☆, Chapter 11: Bed-chamber maid

It was the fourth day.

For four days straight, when He Lele woke each morning, she'd stare at the ceiling for a while, for every awakening felt like emerging from another lifetime. If not for the clear marks of being ravaged by two men still etched on her body, she'd have believed it was all just a nightmare.

Four days ago, she'd woken in a guest room on the fifth floor, her body shattered, too weak even to cry—she'd simply closed her eyes and slept again until hunger roused her.

Then, four days passed, and neither Seeing Ruan Lin nor Producer Shentu returned; the other three owners were nowhere to be seen, as if the apartment belonged only to her. Each day, she stayed inside, doing chores, watching TV, reading, surfing the net—she felt herself growing calmer. Whether one man or two, since she couldn't resist, her only choice was to stop caring. As for the future… if she couldn't free herself from self-pity today, what use was talking about the future?

The sky hadn't fallen, she hadn't died, her parents were healthy—she should live happily. When she died, she'd have endless time to suffer; why rush?

Though her job required 24-hour availability, it didn't mean she couldn't leave the apartment. With all five owners absent, she could temporarily step out—but she had to return within an hour. In the underground garage stood a small car for her use; for grocery runs or daily necessities, a half-hour round trip was more than enough. As for other purchases… she had no money, and didn't need any.

She called home to reassure her parents, who advised her to be kind to coworkers, to accept losses without resentment—"Loss brings fortune." He Lele smiled and nodded to each piece of advice. She'd explained to Ren Lingyu, and made clear she wouldn't resign; Lingyu had strongly urged her, but she couldn't say much. She couldn't say: My dear friend, your most admired Master signed me a contract I can't break. She couldn't say: My dear friend, the job you kindly introduced me to is being a servant and household whore.

By the way, what was the ancient term for a maid who served her master's daily needs—including satisfying his sexual desires? The one Lady Jia gave to Jia Baoyu… Xiren… He Lele racked her brain and finally remembered the word.

Bed-chamber maid.

Wasn't she now exactly that—a Bed-chamber maid, shared by the men in this apartment?

But then again, wouldn't some people think she'd hit the jackpot? Never mind Seeing Ruan Lin and Producer Seeing Shentu Mo's status in the entertainment circle—just their looks and "equipment," countless women would weep and beg to climb into their beds. If not for this job, why would they even glance at someone as ordinary as her?

She knew clearly: her value existed only to be a woman available when the men were home and happened to have needs.

Muse truly was a giant multinational media conglomerate—its benefits for key staff were exceptional.

"Dii-di!" A car horn sounded outside the apartment.

He Lele snapped out of her thoughts, glanced out the window, adjusted her clothes, and rushed outside.

Outside, two handsome men stood entwined before a flashy sports car—one, draped over the other with eyes tightly shut, reeking of alcohol.

"New caretaker?" the sober man asked.