'Just who exactly is Mr. Li?'
Standing in the center of the sprawling, cavernous master suite of Mansion No. 1, Fan Shengmei stared at the breathtaking opulence surrounding her, secretly muttering the question to herself.
Just an hour ago, she had stepped out of the depressing gates of her residential compound to find an immaculate, bulletproof Rolls-Royce Phantom idling at the curb. After the silent, white-gloved driver confirmed her identity, she was whisked directly to this private estate.
Honestly, Fan Shengmei's brain still hadn't fully processed the terrifying reality of her situation. She had previously known that Mr. Li was wealthy, but the sheer, crushing magnitude of his capital was entirely beyond her working-class imagination.
From the terrifyingly professional demeanor of his private chauffeur to the flawless, imported European furniture decorating the suite, everything in Mansion No. 1 silently screamed of a luxurious, untouchable aristocracy. Fan Shengmei knew with absolute certainty that every single artifact in this room was obscenely expensive; if she accidentally knocked over a vase, she wouldn't be able to pay off the debt in three lifetimes.
Desperate to document her proximity to such ultimate wealth, she quickly pulled out her smartphone, posing and snapping several frantic selfies against the backdrop of the luxury suite. If she came to a palace like this and didn't take any pictures to feed her vanity, wouldn't the entire trip be a waste?
Just as she was entirely lost in the shallow joy of taking selfies, she heard the heavy oak doors of the suite click open.
She quickly shoved her phone into her purse, frantically smoothed out the wrinkles in her expensive black dress, and stood up straight, offering her most practiced, radiant smile to the man walking in from the hallway.
"Mr. Li! You're back!"
Fan Shengmei had originally been terrified that a billionaire like him would bring back a flock of young, high-end vixens from the club. Seeing that he had arrived completely alone, a wave of secret, arrogant pleasure washed over her. Admittedly, she knew he had only summoned her tonight as a plaything, but being the exclusive plaything of a single billionaire was infinitely better than being degraded in front of an audience of younger women, wasn't it? She still possessed some basic sense of shame!
"Your attire is entirely inappropriate tonight," Adrian stated coldly. He closed the distance between them in three long strides, his dark eyes locking onto hers as his large hand clamped like an iron vice around her slender wrist.
"M-Mr. Li? What is wrong with my clothes?" Fan Shengmei stammered, feeling a sudden, icy spike of unease at his random, nonsensical critique.
You have to understand, the black designer dress she was wearing was the absolute most expensive piece of clothing in her entire hidden wardrobe, worth over seven thousand yuan!
"Why the hell are you wearing so much fabric in my presence?"
Without another word, Adrian reached out, gripped the delicate collar of her expensive dress, and violently yanked downward.
Riiip!
"Ah! My dress—!" Fan Shengmei shrieked in absolute shock. She had treated this dress like fragile glass and had rarely ever been willing to wear it out, yet she never expected it to be completely destroyed the very first time she wore it for him.
"Come here. Let me see if these two heavy buns have gotten any bigger," Adrian ordered smoothly. After shredding the expensive silk to her waist, he ruthlessly tore away her lace bra, completely exposing her heavy, bouncing breasts to the cool air.
"Mr. Li! Mr. Li, wait! You've clearly had far too much to drink!" Fan Shengmei gasped coquettishly, instantly smelling the heavy scent of premium alcohol radiating from his tailored suit as his large hands aggressively grabbed her bare flesh.
"Of course I have had too much to drink. And right now, I desperately need some milk to sober up," Adrian sneered. His hands clamped down on her beautiful, pale breasts, kneading the heavy flesh with bruising, unrestrained force.
Having grown accustomed to the impossibly colossal, anime-physics breasts of his harem in the apocalyptic world, the female anatomy of this mundane reality still felt slightly underwhelming. Fortunately, although Fan Shengmei was aging, her natural genetics were excellent. Her heavy, natural D-cup breasts were far beyond the average civilian standard. It was certainly better than nothing.
"Mr. Li, please... be a little gentle!" Fan Shengmei pleaded, her voice a mixture of genuine pain and practiced, coquettish annoyance as his fingers dug into her soft tissue.
"Do you honestly believe you possess the right to speak?" Adrian's dark eyes flashed with pure disdain, and he instantly multiplied the crushing pressure in his grip.
"Ahhhh! Mr. Li—it hurts! It hurts!" Fan Shengmei screamed, a jolt of piercing, blinding agony shooting through her chest.
His long fingers had sunk so deeply into her heavy flesh she felt she might bruise instantly. Luckily, her assets were entirely natural; if she possessed cheap silicone implants like the gold-diggers at the club, the sheer, terrifying force of his grip might have actually ruptured them.
"Strip the rest off. I want to see if your pathetic ass has healed yet," Adrian commanded coldly, finally releasing her aching breasts. He stepped back and sat down heavily on the plush leather sofa, his tone laced with a dark, mocking authority.
"Mr. Li, I... I..." Fan Shengmei whimpered, her hands trembling as she gently rubbed her throbbing breasts, her eyes wide with genuine fear.
"Stop spouting useless nonsense and strip," Adrian repeated.
"I..." Fan Shengmei suddenly felt a suffocating tightness in her chest.
Admittedly, she had known exactly what she was selling her body for before she stepped into the Rolls-Royce. But her naive, romantic delusions had allowed her to fantasize that the billionaire would be gentle—that they would sit together on the velvet sofa, sip vintage wine, exchange sweet, romantic pleasantries, and eventually share an intimate, luxurious bubble bath.
But now, judging from his absolute, freezing detachment and brutal violence, it was glaringly obvious: he did not view her as a human being at all. She was just a piece of heavy meat.
If she had any real pride, she would have slapped his aristocratic face, grabbed her ruined dress, and sprinted out of the mansion. But the suffocating, crushing thought of her brother's 200,000-yuan ransom immediately paralyzed her.
Capital gives a hero their courage; without capital, a person is less than a dog. So, after a few agonizing seconds of silence, Fan Shengmei swallowed her shattered dignity, resigned herself to her fate, and slowly slid her ruined dress and panties down her legs.
"Excellent. It appears your biological recovery rate is surprisingly efficient," Adrian smirked, his dark eyes conducting a slow, clinical sweep of her plush, bare buttocks.
He distinctly remembered leaving her ass a terrifying, swollen tapestry of purple and red bruises, but he hadn't expected the heavy flesh to completely heal and return to its flawless, snow-white state in a mere matter of days.
"Mr. Li... please be gentle," Fan Shengmei gritted her teeth, bracing herself against the coffee table with a look of absolute, pathetic resignation. Clearly, she had already categorized him as a hopeless, sadistic pervert, and she fully expected another hour of agonizing spanking.
"Kneel."
However, Adrian had absolutely no intention of repeating his disciplinary games tonight. He was still burning with a dark, violent residual rage from the political ambush and Nan Xiang's stubborn defiance at the club. He desperately needed a physical outlet to vent his aggression!
The only reason he had spared Fan Shengmei's virginity the other night was because he lacked the political leverage to enforce the System's one-year exclusivity rule. Now? He had absolutely zero worries. Given his newly confirmed status as the sole heir to the supreme leader and the absolute backing of Secretary Xu, how many men in the entire country would be suicidal enough to try and touch a woman Adrian Li had claimed?
"I shouldn't need to instruct a woman of your age on how to perform this, should I?" Adrian asked with a cold, predatory smile, looking down at the pale, voluptuous woman trembling on her knees before him.
"Mr. Li... you are so big," Fan Shengmei looked up, forcing a desperate, charming smile as she offered her most sincere, flattering praise, hoping to stroke his ego.
"Cut the pathetic flattery and use your mouth," Adrian ordered callously, reaching down to weave his fingers into her hair.
He didn't care in the slightest about Fan Shengmei's desperate attempts to ingratiate herself. This aging woman wasn't some untouchable goddess; if it weren't for the arbitrary points dictated by the System's hit list, he wouldn't have even bothered glancing at her.
Just as his shadow operative Mr. Yi had correctly assumed: with Adrian's terrifying status, he could possess any elite woman he desired. With a single wave of his hand, legions of young, flawless supermodels would eagerly line up to kneel on the marble floor and lick his boots. Forcing this desperate HR drone to service him now was already granting her a massive elevation in status!
Of course, that was absolutely not what Fan Shengmei was thinking. As she obediently opened her mouth and went to work, burying her pride to secure her family's ransom, her true thoughts remained locked away in the dark.
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