"Wow, this place is incredibly luxurious!"
The next morning, Hu Yifei brought Chen Meijia and Zeng Xiaoxian to the private training facility the Landlord had recommended. The moment they stepped through the reinforced doors, Meijia and Zeng Xiaoxian were completely stunned by the lavish, state-of-the-art layout of the sprawling training room!
"Whoa, are these wooden dummies? Like the legendary plum blossom poles?" Zeng Xiaoxian asked, pointing in awe at a neat row of intricate wooden training figures.
"These... these aren't standard wooden dummies, are they?" Hu Yifei muttered, examining the row with genuine surprise. They were completely different from the traditional, rigid equipment she had trained with in her old martial arts gyms!
"Hello, are you Ms. Hu Yifei?"
The facility's head curator hurriedly jogged over to greet her with a highly respectful bow.
"Yes, that's me. Are you the curator?" Yifei asked familiarly. "I have to admit, it's quite strange. I'm a massive combat sports enthusiast, yet I had no idea a premium facility like this even existed in Shanghai!"
"This facility was a private investment entirely funded by the Young Master. It has never been opened to the public, so it is entirely understandable that you wouldn't know about it, Miss Hu," the curator explained politely.
"Wait, the 'Young Master' you're talking about... could it be Mr. Li?" Zeng Xiaoxian asked, his slow brain finally catching up to the conversation.
"Yes, the Young Master we serve is indeed the Mr. Li you are referring to!" the curator nodded.
"My God!" Zeng Xiaoxian exclaimed excitedly the moment the curator walked away to fetch some towels. "Just exactly how obscenely rich is the Landlord? Compared to him, Yifei, your old fling Shen Linfeng doesn't even deserve to be called 'Mr. Shen' anymore!"
"Hmm? Do you have a fucking problem with that?" Yifei raised a sharp eyebrow, glaring daggers at the spineless radio host.
'This idiot always knows exactly how to step on the most sensitive landmines!' she cursed internally. Shen Linfeng had technically been her first official boyfriend. Even though their most intimate act was merely holding hands, he was still a significant passerby in her life. For Zeng Xiaoxian to suddenly ridicule him to her face made her incredibly annoyed. What kind of supposed gentleman talked trash behind people's backs?
'Then again,' she corrected herself, 'Zeng Xiaoxian isn't even a real man. Getting angry at his pathetic jealousy is just a waste of energy!'
"Alright, I'm going to start my conditioning. You two can wander around and do whatever you want!" Yifei waved them off dismissively and headed toward the private locker rooms to change into her combat gear.
"Although her breasts are tragically flat, her ass is still surprisingly perky."
On the exact opposite side of the locker room wall, seated comfortably inside a dark, soundproof observation room equipped with a massive one-way mirror, Adrian Li sat back and enjoyed Hu Yifei's private changing show.
It was still March in Shanghai; stepping outside meant wearing a heavy windbreaker and thermal underwear just to respect the freezing weather. Naturally, Yifei had to strip down entirely bare before pulling on her tight, breathable training clothes.
"Tell me, Nan Xiang, how exactly does Yifei's ass compare to yours?" Adrian asked, his hand coming down to lazily slap the bare bottom of the woman beside him.
Nan Xiang was currently wearing nothing but a few strategic, sheer silk tassels that completely exposed the most explicitly sexual and private areas of her body. She was leaning heavily against the glass wall directly beside the mirror, sticking her bare buttocks high into the air, desperately offering them up to her Master so he could carefully evaluate them.
"This servant's buttocks are not quite as perky or athletic as Miss Hu's... but they are significantly fuller and rounder!" Nan Xiang answered quickly. She shook her heavy, round ass seductively and deliberately licked her lips.
If any of her former university classmates saw her right now, absolutely no one would be able to connect this desperate, completely degraded slut with the proud, aloof ice goddess she used to be.
"That is merely because you are a loose whore. Hu Yifei is still a pure virgin, so naturally, her ass hasn't been widened like yours," Adrian sneered.
He brought his hand down hard, slapping Nan Xiang's heavy buttocks with brutal force. The sharp smack echoed in the dark room, instantly leaving a bright red, five-finger handprint on her flawless pale skin.
Nan Xiang shuddered violently from the stinging pain, but she did not dare to dodge or scream. She merely gritted her teeth and forced out a sycophantic, charming smile.
"This servant is indeed a lowly, filthy thing. But please, Master, be careful not to hurt your own precious hand on my flesh. If you wish to punish this servant's ass, it would be much better for you to use a heavy leather whip!"
"Let me see your breasts," Adrian ordered.
Hearing her utterly degraded response, Adrian felt the lingering, cynical boredom in his chest dissipate. This woman was indeed terrifyingly sharp; she knew exactly what twisted, submissive flattery a dominant man wanted to hear.
Nan Xiang immediately turned around, dropping to her knees. She obediently cupped her hands beneath her chest to lift and present her heavy, C+ cup breasts to him.
Honestly, Nan Xiang was a one-in-a-million gem. Not only was her face breathtakingly flawless, but her ethereal temperament was unmatched. Furthermore, her physical dimensions were elite: she stood 1.7 meters tall barefoot, boasting full C+ breasts and a heavy, perfectly round ass. Admittedly, her chest couldn't rival the cartoonish, gravity-defying proportions of the apocalyptic anime women he used to own, but for a natural, classical Asian beauty, it was a spectacular rack!
Especially when directly compared to the tomboy currently zipping up her sports bra behind the glass. Hu Yifei was undeniably gorgeous, possessing flawless, athletic legs and a tight, perky ass, but her breasts... it was almost too heartbreaking to even mention!
While Hu Yifei finished stretching in the locker room, completely oblivious to the eyes watching her, Nan Xiang remained kneeling subserviently on the floor, fully exposing herself to her Master.
"What exactly are these called?" Adrian asked with a dark smile, reaching out to viciously pinch her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Replying to your question, Young Master... these are my breasts. And what you are currently pinching in your hand is my nipple!" Nan Xiang answered immediately, perfectly anticipating the humiliating degradation he required.
"Do you think your breasts are a little too small?" Adrian asked casually, weighing the heavy flesh in his palm.
"If the Master believes they are too small, then they are absolutely too small!" Nan Xiang replied without a second of hesitation, though a chill ran down her spine as she wondered what twisted game he was playing.
Just that very morning, she had returned from the state military execution grounds with him.
Xi Cheng had been tied to a heavy wooden post, weeping and begging for his life. But instead of letting the official firing squad do their job, the billionaire had casually picked up an assault rifle from a rack and fired dozens of bullets into Xi Cheng's body like he was playing a casual arcade game, eventually executing the scumbag himself. The heavily armed military guards on duty had stood by in absolute, terrified silence, acting as if they were completely blind to the blatant, horrifying violation of protocol.
In that exact moment, watching her ex-boyfriend's body get shredded by gunfire, Nan Xiang felt her soul plummet into a bottomless abyss.
She had encountered arrogant, wealthy princelings before. Gu Li and Gu Yuan were considered the elite pride of Shanghai, surrounded by connected fixers who boasted they could handle any problem. But those rich kids could only handle getting out of traffic tickets or bribing local beat cops! Let alone the military, they would piss themselves if a serious detective interrogated them.
Yet the man sitting before her right now possessed the absolute, terrifying power to ignore the laws of life and death. Gunning down a man in front of a state firing squad? To him, it was no different than crushing an insect on the pavement.
Even the hellish, degrading torment of the prison cell hadn't fully shattered Nan Xiang's worldview. It was that casual, blood-soaked target practice this morning that made her truly, horrifyingly realize the cruelty of the reality she was trapped in.
This world, she realized with absolute despair, is completely different from anything I ever imagined!
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