"The Young Master is back! Quick, start playing!"
Through her heavy, lingering daze, Nan Xiang heard Number One sharply calling her name.
Snapping out of her trance, her slender fingers began to skillfully pluck the strings of the ancient guzheng resting in front of her. As a top-tier student from the elite university's art department, Nan Xiang possessed an extensive, master-level knowledge of classical musical instruments. Even ignoring the deep, flawless resonance of the zither beneath her fingers, its physical condition alone made it clear that this was a priceless antique dating back at least several hundred years.
This was an artifact whose value could not be measured by mere money. Her former best friend Gu Li—who proudly accumulated high-end luxury items as her ultimate life goal—did not possess a collection that could match the staggering worth of this single zither.
And then there were the clothes she had been forced to wear. The robes were as thin as cicada wings and as light as a feather; the entire silk garment offered no more coverage than if she were walking around completely naked. Whether it was her pert, rosy nipples or the smooth, flawless curve of her back, every single inch of her flesh was on full display.
If the maids hadn't completely shaved off all of her pubic hair earlier that afternoon, Nan Xiang knew her bush would be clearly peeking through the sheer gaps of the translucent gauze dress.
The moment Adrian Li stepped through the grand entrance of the mansion, the melodious, haunting strains of a guzheng drifted through the vaulted corridors. Looking across the luxurious courtyard toward the source of the music, he spotted a woman dressed in traditional ancient robes, her long, elegant hair flowing down her back as she sat facing away from him, completely absorbed in her performance.
"Excellent! Truly remarkable!"
Even though he could only see the sharp, elegant profile of her face from a distance, Adrian instantly recognized that the gorgeous girl playing the instrument was Nan Xiang. His shadow operative, Mr. Yi, had sworn on his life that he would deliver her within three days, and today was precisely the third day.
Twang—!
Nan Xiang's fingers suddenly slipped, a harsh, discordant note ringing out as she finally recognized the deeply mocking voice of the mysterious young billionaire. Her heart rate violently spiked, and her hands began to panic, causing the melody to completely fall into a chaotic mess.
"What is the matter, Nan Xiang? Are you genuinely surprised to see me here? Or are you secretly harboring a pathetic rage?"
Adrian stepped forward leisurely, his hand reaching out to aggressively hook his fingers under her chin, forcing her face upward as he offered a cold, predatory smile.
"This servant... this servant did not comprehend your true identity a few days ago and deeply offended you, Young Master. Please, grant me your merciful forgiveness!"
Although her mind was screaming in pure panic, the exact second the man's fingers clamped onto her jaw, Nan Xiang's survival instincts took over, and she immediately forced out the most submissive, appropriate response.
She knew with absolute, chilling certainty that she could never dare to offend this man again. The last time she had rejected his advances at the club, it had resulted in Xi Cheng's rapid execution and her own descent into a concrete hell block. If she dared to displease him a second time, she would rot in that dark cell forever.
The proud, unyielding Nan Xiang—the artistic goddess who fiercely refused to bow to the corrupt, wealthy elites of Shanghai—had officially died under forty-eight hours of systematic prison torture. The broken woman sitting at the zither tonight was a shell resurrected from the abyss; her pride, her artistic ego, and her human emotions had long been shattered and crushed into the dirt.
"If only you had been this delightfully well-behaved when we first met, we could have avoided so much unpleasantness," Adrian smiled with deep, sadistic satisfaction, staring down into her dead, compliant eyes.
"Young Master... shall this servant continue to play the zither to soothe your evening?" Nan Xiang forced a charming, sycophantic smile, her voice dropping into a desperate, sweet purr.
"Why waste time playing an instrument? Get your ass into my bedroom," Adrian commanded, waving his hand dismissively. Why leave a breathtakingly beautiful woman out here to strum a zither when he could drag her straight to his mattress and fuck her? He wasn't a monk.
Nan Xiang stood up instantly, keeping her head low as she submissively followed his tall frame into the sprawling master bedroom.
"Number One, Number Two. Get in here and liven things up," Adrian barked over his shoulder, pointing at the two elite maids stationed by the corridor.
"I am well aware that you are a highly trained art major, Nan Xiang," Adrian instructed callously as he sat down on the plush leather sofa. "Get to the center of the room and dance for me."
Number One and Number Two immediately marched inside, kneeling obediently on either side of his legs like two loyal, well-trained dogs, making it entirely effortless for Adrian to reach out and idly stroke their hair.
Looking at the two top-tier beauties kneeling submissively beside him, Nan Xiang knew her entire survival in this mansion depended on her performance in this exact moment. The man sitting on the sofa was a terrifying, omnipotent monster entirely beyond her comprehension. He was surrounded by flawless women, and if she triggered his irritation, he could deport her back to the Tigress's cell with a single word.
Without a single microsecond of hesitation, she began to move her body.
It had to be acknowledged that as the undisputed goddess of the university's art department, Nan Xiang possessed a flawless, professional foundation in painting, music, and classical dance. Compounded by her naturally ethereal, refined temperament, even when she was dancing almost entirely naked in front of three pairs of eyes, her fluid movements exuded a strange, mesmerizing sense of high art.
"Beautiful!" Adrian praised, his eyes tracking the smooth, rhythmic sway of her hips.
Originally, he had merely intended to humiliate her—to force a proud intellectual to flaunt her bare breasts and shaved genitals in front of him like a cheap stripper. But unexpectedly, her talent actually managed to elevate the performance into a genuine display of artistic flair, which was truly admirable.
Of course, appreciating her artistic talent was one thing, and brutally fucking her was another; the two desires did not conflict in the slightest.
"Come here," he ordered, gesturing with a single finger.
Nan Xiang stopped dancing instantly and glided over to the sofa, kneeling down before his knees.
"Are you wet yet?" Adrian asked directly, his dark eyes boring into hers.
"N-No... No, Young Master," Nan Xiang stammered, stunned for a fraction of a second before quickly shaking her head in fear.
"Let me check."
Adrian crooked his finger, giving the explicit command.
Nan Xiang froze, her mind misfiring as she hesitated, unsure of how to physically position herself. Seeing her slow reaction, Number One shot her a sharp, warning glare from her position on the floor.
Nan Xiang's survival instincts instantly flared. She immediately bent her upper body completely backward against the carpet, her spine arching as she lifted her smooth hips high into the air, explicitly exposing her pussy directly to his face.
Number Two moved in with practiced synchronization, fluidly ripping the sheer gauze robe off Nan Xiang's torso, leaving her lower half entirely bare and vulnerable under the bright chandelier. Because she had spent the afternoon resting under medical care, her delicate labia majora displayed a natural, pristine pink color, and a faint, sweet hygiene fragrance emanated softly from her shaved vagina.
Adrian didn't bother to appreciate the aesthetics of her perfect mons pubis—which could have easily been called a flawless work of art. Instead, he simply jammed two long fingers roughly into her opening.
"Mnnn—!"
Nan Xiang let out a sharp, strangled gasp of pain as her dry, unlubricated vagina was violently penetrated and stretched by his rigid fingers.
"Not even a drop of moisture," Adrian noted, his face turning cold as he casually swirled his fingers inside her tight, dry walls. He offered a dark, mocking smile. "Tell me, Nan Xiang... do you find your new Young Master repulsive?"
"No! No, absolutely not! It is completely the opposite!" Nan Xiang defended herself frantically, her voice trembling with terror as she maintained her awkward, inverted bridge position. "The very second I laid eyes on you at the club, I knew you were an extraordinary, magnificent man. In truth... I have been deeply in love with your aura for a long time! It is merely that my biological nature is completely frigid. That is the only reason my body reacts so slowly, I swear!"
"Did I give you permission to open your mouth and lie to me?"
Knowing perfectly well that she was spouting desperate nonsense to save her skin, Adrian's expression went completely dead. Without warning, he violently rammed both fingers deeper into her dry, tight vagina, stirring the unlubricated flesh with punishing force.
"Ahhh!"
Nan Xiang finally failed to contain her scream, her eyes watering from the intense, burning friction pain as his knuckles ground against her tight opening.
"Number One," Adrian commanded coldly, reaching down to grab the back of the maid's head, forcing her face directly into his lap. "Open your mouth and get to work."
Number One immediately complied, eagerly taking his thick, throbbing cock into her mouth.
Adrian then shifted his dark eyes toward the other maid. "Number Two. Get between her legs and fix that dryness."
Number Two stood up smoothly, knelt down directly between Nan Xiang's trembling, arched thighs, and buried her face into her bare crotch, aggressively working her wet tongue against Nan Xiang's pink labia to lick her wet.
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