“Good thing you came.”
Yu Mo let out a sigh of relief at the sight of the newcomer.
He’d followed solely because this person warned him his roommate was in danger—and the messenger was Park Seok-min. Someone even Park Seok-min treated with deep respect. Though Yu Mo hadn’t seen her face, he could guess well enough.
“Who are you?” Ueno Shinketsu eyed the woman warily.
Her presence here meant everyone outside was already taken out.
The woman stayed silent. Her gaze locked onto Leng Shuang behind Ueno—clutching the sofa, resisting yet trembling with unbearable lust. His flushed, dewy allure sent heat rushing through any onlooker’s veins.
Ice deepened in her eyes.
*My toy… and you dare touch him?*
*Tap, tap, tap!*
Her crisp footsteps echoed through the private room as she advanced.
An invisible pressure washed over Ueno. When those cold, indifferent phoenix eyes met hers, a chill shot down her spine.
“What are you waiting for? Attack!” Ueno shrieked.
The stunned thugs snapped out of her icy aura, rolling up sleeves, fists ready.
The stranger merely glanced.
Tall, long-legged—she pivoted and kicked the nearest thug square in the gut. Her thick sole struck like a nail.
*Thud!*
He flew two meters back, curled like a roasted shrimp, face crimson, clutching his stomach, voice stolen by pain.
The others froze.
In one fluid motion, she yanked another’s arm, flipped him down, and stomped his neck—merciless. One kick could leave it crooked for life.
She moved like a top-tier MMA master dismantling pampered kids who’d never thrown a punch. Effortless. Ruthless.
*Tap, tap, tap!*
Another woman entered, identically dressed, holding a small water bottle—the antidote to the pungent odor.
She swiftly made Yu Mo and the others drink, then knocked Xiao Qian and Xiao Hua out with a sharp neck chop.
“You… what do you want?!” Ueno stammered, terror wiping all fight from her.
The woman said nothing. As if words wasted her time.
She grabbed Ueno’s blond hair, yanked her upright—
*Thud!* A punch blackened one eye. Stars swam in Ueno’s vision.
Pain snapped her back.
“I’m heir to Lotte Corporation’s president! Do you know what you’re doing?!”
*Thud!* The other eye bloomed black. Panda-eyed.
“Spare me! I’ll give you money—*agh!*”
Before she finished, the woman wrenched her head straight and spun into a brutal side kick. A sickening *crack*. Ueno screamed.
One stomp later—unconscious.
No words. No hesitation. Pure efficiency.
“Come with me. Call the police after.”
Park Seok-min handed the antidote to the woman with reverence, then turned to Yu Mo.
Yu Mo hesitated only a second. He glanced once more at Leng Shuang—eyes hazy with desperate lust—sighed inwardly, and followed.
Only one remained truly conscious.
Leng Shuang had lost all awareness. His ragged breaths grew frantic, like a balloon swelling to burst.
In the hushed room, the sound cut sharp—a tantalizing whisper heating the blood.
Including the woman drawing near.
Slowly, she removed her mask. A stunning, coldly beautiful face emerged. The ice in her eyes softened; a smirk curled her lips.
“I wonder how you’ll feel when you wake… my toy.”
Kazue Iinoue leaned over Leng Shuang, gazing down at his liquor-glazed eyes.
Déjà vu. That day in the private room. Him looking up at her.
But then, he’d been flustered, shy—adorably pure.
Now? Heavy-lidded eyes. Parted lips. Ragged breaths. Hands clinging to her. Every detail radiating bewitching surrender.
A mischievous urge stirred in Kazue.
She settled onto the sofa, crossed her long legs, and lifted his chin with a fingertip—arrogant, teasing.
He offered no resistance. Feverish, mind gone. Sensing her, he clung tighter, panting. When her finger brushed his chin, instinct took over. Lips parted—a blooming flower begging to be plucked.
His warm breath feathered her neck: *Take me.*
Kazue pulled him into her lap, just like before.
“Are you this eager for me?” Her cool voice dripped with playful taunt.
As if programmed, he nuzzled closer. His delicate nose pressed her jaw. Each heated exhale branded her pale neck with raw longing.
“Honestly~ If my toy craves relief… I should grant it, shouldn’t I?”
For the first time in twenty-five years, heat flickered in Kazue’s eyes—ignited by his pheromones.
Yearning. Scorching breath.
Like a gourmet before a delicacy, she licked her lips and descended.
*Finish what was left undone.*
But—she froze. Mind hazy.
Leng Shuang clung to her neck like a koala, welcoming her fiercely.
“Just a toy… and you dare get carried away?!”
This invasion was an insult. Unforgivable. From *her* toy.
Rage surged. Impatience flared.
She became the demon. No mercy. Biting. Claiming.
The quiet room erupted in passionate fire—consuming everything.
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Time blurred. Yu Mo, waiting anxiously outside, saw the woman emerge. He opened his mouth—then clamped it shut under her presence.
She ignored them both. Phoenix eyes lowered, savoring the memory. A faint, amused smile touched her masked lips.
*Tap, tap, tap!*
She walked away—taking her icy aura, and the exquisite secret within.
“You may call the police now,” Park Seok-min said calmly, then followed.
Yu Mo felt the shackle break. He fumbled for his phone—but no signal. He rushed outside, called, then sprinted back.
“Leng Shuang! Xiao Qian! Xiao Hua!”
The room reeked of thick, provocative scent. Yu Mo’s brow furrowed.
Aside from scattered unconscious bodies, the space was tidy.
Except one spot.
He hurried to Leng Shuang, enduring the odor, hand outstretched—then froze.
Clothes disheveled.
But on his sleeping face—a blissful, intoxicated smile.
