"Your technique is absolute garbage!" Adrian commented dismissively, leaning back against the leather sofa.
Fan Shengmei's face—including her cheekbones, lips, and nasal bridge—was completely splattered with thick, white semen. Just seconds prior, Adrian had clamped both hands around the back of her head, ruthlessly shoving his entire length down her gullet to force a deepthroat, ejaculating directly into her throat and esophagus.
It had to be acknowledged: forcing a woman through deepthroat provided an infinitely sharper, more visceral stimulation than standard intercourse!
Fan Shengmei raised her tear-stained face, her eyes burning with a mixture of suffocating resentment and raw shock. The terrifying, choking sensation she had just endured had almost convinced her that her windpipe was going to be permanently crushed. Having a massive, rock-hard shaft rammed into your oral cavity until it violently breaches your throat leaves even basic breathing as an impossible luxury.
Honestly, if Adrian hadn't ejaculated so quickly, Fan Shengmei was convinced she would have suffocated to death right on the carpet. Even now, residual semen remained trapped deep in her esophagus, forcing her into a fit of violent, wet coughing.
"You..." Fan Shengmei glared up at the man lounging on the couch, desperately trying to summon the courage to demand a formal boundary.
Admittedly, she had accepted his massive bank card and was currently occupying his multi-million-yuan suite, but in her mind, that didn't grant him the right to trample on her fundamental human dignity at will. Fan Shengmei had always clung to the mental cope that their dynamic was a standard high-class sugar daddy and mistress relationship. While a kept woman naturally lacked leverage, she was still supposed to be afforded basic face and gentleness, wasn't she?
'What right does he have to treat me like a disposable, choked-out whore?' she seethed internally.
Adrian didn't even bother to look at her. He rested his hands on the sofa cushions while Nan Xiang—completely naked save for the thin red silk string tied around her waist and the heavy gold rings pinned through her swollen D+ breasts—knelt submissively between his thighs. She was hungrily, delicately licking his post-ejaculatory shaft clean like a trained, obedient feline.
Even through her boiling indignation, Fan Shengmei's eyes widened as she processed the woman on the floor.
She had to admit that this girl was noticeably younger, undeniably prettier, and possessed an infinitely more refined, high-class aesthetic than herself. What was even more baffling was her figure: her breasts were literally larger than her buttocks!
Fan Shengmei had spent her entire adult life taking supreme pride in her body and face. Yet right now, a generational beauty who completely outclassed her in every physical metric was happily swaying her heavy hips and swollen chest, eagerly licking semen off a man's lap while her gold nipple rings jingled softly in the quiet room. The visual was so absurd it felt entirely unreal.
In the modern world, elite beauties had always enjoyed special societal privileges. The sole reason Fan Shengmei had managed to hold out for so long in Shanghai without getting married was because of the physical gifts nature had bestowed upon her. She had always operated under the assumption that her options were unlimited—that as long as she surrendered her pride to become a mistress to a top-tier tycoon, she could easily secure millions.
Because she still viewed herself through that lens of high value, her mindset hadn't completely adapted to her new reality. She still felt an explosive surge of anger over being treated like a mindless, submissive pet at his beck and call.
"If you continue to treat me with this level of violent disrespect," Fan Shengmei declared, her tone forcing a rigid, artificial firmness, "I am not afraid to pack my bags and move out!"
In her mind, no matter how shamelessly degraded other women chose to act in front of this billionaire, she—Fan Shengmei—would never bow so low.
"Pfft... hahahaha!"
Upon hearing her dramatic ultimatum, Adrian couldn't contain himself and burst into an uninhibited, booming laugh.
"What exactly do you mean by... treatment?" Adrian asked smoothly, his voice dropping into a soft, dripping-sweet tone even as he laughed so hard his stomach muscles tightened.
Hearing that specific, artificially polite tone, Nan Xiang's entire body went rigid. A terrifying, icy chill ran straight down her spine. After days of observing his psychological patterns, she knew with absolute certainty that whenever the Young Master spoke with that gentle, mocking warmth, someone was about to experience a fate worse than death.
"I... I admitted that I accepted your financial compensation!" Fan Shengmei stammered, pointing a trembling finger at Nan Xiang, who was still kneeling on the carpet. "But at most, our arrangement is a transaction between a sugar daddy and a mistress! I am your kept lover, not a literal slave!"
"Ah. So in your mind, you believe you are merely a high-society mistress, and my actions just now were an offensive violation of your personal dignity?" Adrian asked, leaning forward with an amused smirk.
Sensing the dark, suffocating aura radiating from his smile, Fan Shengmei's artificial bravery instantly dissolved. She quickly forced out an apologetic, conciliatory smile. "It... it wasn't that severe of a violation! I just meant to say... you could be a little bit gentler with me next time!"
This pathetic hypocritical routine—acting like a high-class escort while desperately trying to erect a pedestal of virtue—was deeply pathetic, yet it was the exact psychological cope humans relied on when they sold themselves. If Nan Xiang hadn't been systematically broken inside the prison block and reconditioned in the manor for days, she would have likely carried the exact same delusional boundaries as Fan Shengmei.
'I will gladly sell my body for capital, I will let you fuck me, I will suck your dick, but you are legally required to pretend I am an independent, free individual with boundaries!'
"I will definitely keep that in mind for next time," Adrian waved his hand lazily, instantly cutting her off. "Now, get out of my sight."
Fan Shengmei swallowed her remaining complaints, quickly scrambled off the carpet, and practically fled the master suite.
"Young Master... are you angry?" Nan Xiang asked softly, carefully reading his expression as the heavy oak doors clicked shut behind Fan Shengmei.
"Open your mouth," Adrian commanded, grabbing her chin.
"Stick your tongue out."
Nan Xiang had zero idea what he was planning, but she immediately opened her mouth wide, extending her delicate, pink tongue without a second of hesitation.
Adrian reached out, pinching her tongue firmly between his thumb and index finger. "If you ever attempt to utter unnecessary, philosophical drivel like that woman, I will personally have a surgeon perform a split-tongue bifurcation on you. Do you comprehend what a snake-tongue surgery entails?"
"W-Waaa... waaa!" Nan Xiang's eyes blinked frantically in absolute, raw panic. Over the past few days of reconditioning, she had been forced to watch hours of visceral medical modification tapes; the thought of her tongue being sliced down the center terrified her to her core.
"Have I been far too merciful recently? Is that why these sluts naturally assume I am easy to negotiate with?" Adrian murmured to himself, releasing his grip on her tongue.
"Young Master, you possess an absolute, golden heart of pure benevolence!" Nan Xiang gasped, wiping her mouth as she immediately echoed his words with frantic flattery. "You are truly the world's premier philanthropist!"
"You really are a remarkably sharp, clever little dog," Adrian smiled in satisfaction.
He reached over to his nightstand, picking up his high-clearance, encrypted iPad to review his operational progress.
Nan Xiang sneaked a quick, cautious glance at the screen. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of a comprehensive, classified dossier matrix populated entirely by female names—including her own name, Fan Shengmei, Hu Yifei, Gu Li, Lin Xiao, and several others.
A wave of deep confusion flooded her mind.
'Why did he specifically select these exact women?' she wondered frantically.
If she had been hunted and locked in this mansion simply because her face and figure were hyper-elite, that made logical sense. But Fan Shengmei? That older woman was completely useless! She was neither as young nor as naturally busty as herself, and she couldn't even match the refined elegance of Maid Number One. And then there was the aggressive tomboy, Hu Yifei... Why was an omnipotent billionaire expending such massive state leverage to systematically isolate and break these specific women one by one?
"What exactly is running through that little head of yours?" Adrian asked with a dark chuckle, reaching out to give her swollen breast a firm, lingering squeeze.
"N-Nothing! Nothing at all, Master!" Nan Xiang squeaked, quickly shaking her head to clear her thoughts.
Although she possessed zero understanding of what that classified target list represented, her survival instincts screamed that asking about it would get her tongue severed on the spot.
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