The trees danced gently in the wind, and the ocean waves crashed against the soft, tissue-like sand. The balcony was closed, but she could feel the cool breeze across the bay. Two different worlds collided, but each was gracious to the other. She wished her relationship with Beichen was serene and peaceful, like the ocean and the sand.
But how could such a blissful wish be fulfilled when the disgrace of the situation tortured her to no end? Their closest bond came from a transaction that benefitted both of their needs.
She understood his temper and his ways of humiliating her, but she could not put a plug in her heart to stop loving this cruel man. She had fallen into the trap too deeply to find her way out. This dilemma kept her heart half frozen and half burning with passion for him.
While bathing in her sorrow, she heard the door open, and he came in. She did not need to look up to know who it was. There was always an indescribable air about him that made the hair on her arms stand up.
It was not that she was necessarily afraid of his presence but that his regal aura exuded an imposing sentiment that would make one unintentionally weary.
He stood in the doorway like a king. She looked just like a mouse in his shadow.
"Come here," his voice was deep but clear.
She hesitated to take the next step now that everything was real.
"I see that you don't care about the land as much as I thought," he said, folding his hands together.
She took a deep breath and walked over to him — slow, steady, and determined. She was prepared for whatever would happen next.
"Sign," he said as he handed her a pen and a form.
AGENCY CONTRACT was written on top of the form.
She understood what this meant. After signing this contract, her whole self, her being, and her existence would belong to him. She would have to obey his every word like an empty vessel with no sense of independence.
In short, this was a slave contract.
Could she still turn back and keep her dignity? But one thing was for sure: she didn't want to let her mother's death be in vain. Her revenge plan would be completely in her favor only by getting back the land rights.
His signature was big and bold, but hers was weak and indecisive.
His lips curled up ambiguously as he saw her struggles. This was the result he wanted. She was in his palm like a caged bird. He had many ways to punish her for provoking him by severing his relationship with Wanyue, so she must pay the price.
What would dehumanize her more than anything else other than prostituting that voluptuous body of hers? He could not wait to devour every part of her, to punish her until she could not stop begging.
"Good, now take off my clothes," he commanded.
Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned his well-ironed white dress shirt.
"Alright," she said as the last button came undone, and his shirt dropped to the floor.
"My pants, too," he continued.
She looked up at him in disbelief but forced herself to do it.
She loosened his belt. It was harder than it looked.
"Do it like this." His hand came down to guide her.
She thought the pants would immediately fall off like the shirt, but she was wrong. They were stuck, and her face flushed a bright red when she saw what had made them stuck. They had not even started anything, but he was already big.
She gulped and closed her eyes. She used force to pull down the pants a few times, and it came off.
"Open your eyes and look at it carefully," he instructed her, as if he were giving her a special lesson.
Even if she was willing to sell her body, she did not need to further humiliate herself. She rejected loudly, "No!"
He was not angry at her for not doing as he said, but his patience was not the greatest either. He disapproved of her disobedience. It seemed that he needed to tame her more.
His hands seized hold of either side of her head and forced her to look at him carefully.
Her body trembled at the obscene object that was swollen before her. He was the only man she had ever slept with, so she did not know what his size would be compared to others. But she could tell that he was big because they filled her up completely when they were inside of her.
"Suck it until every last drop is out," he said again, eager for her warm lips on him. He doubted whether that small mouth of hers could take him whole, but the uncertainty excited him.
She did not know how or where to begin and wondered if such a big thing could fit into her mouth. But as she wrapped her hands around his member and began to lick it with her tongue clumsily, she had déjà vu.
Her hands massaged him at the places where she imagined would make him moan. She moved her mouth along his shaft with ease. She assumed that perhaps this kind of thing just came naturally to her.
Beichen's gaze grew hazy as the woman kneeling below him continued to give him head. His breathing became labored, and he was close to releasing.
He knew he did not like the woman before him, but his body seemed to react to her touch. It was like another entity in front of her. He had never felt this good before in his life, and only this woman could ravage him until he could not recognize himself.
He thought it was the aphrodisiac that caused his body to react that night, but he was wrong.
Even now, when he was completely rational, his body craved her tenderness. So, it did not matter if he had a girlfriend; his only thought now was that he must conquer this damnable woman before him.
"Get on top of me."
She wrapped her legs around his waist as they lay on the bed. The way he observed her every move embarrassed her a little.
"Put it in," he said impatiently.
Her face was still glowing red from the previous act. As a woman with little experience, she was naturally shy and reluctant to take the initiative.
She sighed and lowered into him clumsily. Her groans overlapped his as they became one.
Although she was embarrassed, his face of pleasure pleased her because she had made him like this. This gave her hope and more courage to continue.
At first, her movement was awkward and slow, but soon, her body started to feel good. Later, it moved on its own as if it were not part of her. It was as if she had done this with him multiple times before. Suddenly, she knew what and how to make his toes curl, and she couldn't deny the sensation coursing through her body like an electric current.
She didn't know when she started to cry, but she felt tears rolling down her cheeks as he turned her over and rammed into her core repeatedly.
He was like a beast that night. He touched every part of her body until they melted in his palm like ice cream. It was only their second time, but he found all her sensitive spots.
For a moment, Yanyue had an illusion that they were lovers.
*
The pillow beside her was cold. Beichen left a long time ago and was probably at his company. He completely dominated her until morning, but he still had the energy to get up early.
On the other hand, her body felt like it had been struck by a truck. She could barely walk herself to the bathroom to prepare for the day.
She grabbed her phone and dialed a number she remembered by heart.
"I want the land rights today," she said. It was not a matter of questioning.
There was a pause before he spoke. "Of course. I'm not a dishonest man; after all, I've gotten what I wanted."
She wanted to sneer but kept her confidence. "You meant that you were happy to see me suffer," she said.
He chuckled lightly from the other end.
"But I remember that someone was quite enthusiastic last night. Don't you think your suffering expression looked… a little lewd?"
Even though he could not see her, he guessed her face was probably beet red now. And he was right. Yanyue felt embarrassed at his perverted and provocative words.
She could not say anything except yell, "You… you're shameless!"
She shut the phone at the speed of light.
However, after thinking about his words, she felt he was right. She also thought that she was shameless for feeling good. She reached her peak many times and did things she never thought she would do. He was ruthless, but her body craved his touches.
It was just that she still felt sad because even though they shared the most intimate experiences, his heart was elsewhere.
But now that things had come to this, there was no regret medicine. All she needed to do now was focus on reviving her mother's company.
There was a beige dress hanging in the drawer. He was domineering, but at least he was thoughtful this time.
She put the dress on, grabbed her things, and headed out.
The taxi she called was already waiting in front of the gate. She had to make an appointment for a taxi because there was no way that she could find one this far out in the secluded bay.
*
On the top floor of the Lu Group.
"Send this to her."
Beichen handed Assistant Wen the land rights, then he got up and looked out the window. His eyes were deep. No one knew what he was thinking about.
*
Yanyue continued working on the new project back at the studio. She was so immersed in her work that she did not notice anyone entering.
"Yueyue, is your work more important than me?"
She jerked a little at the sudden intrusion of her quiet surroundings.
"Jason, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"I'm here to take you to lunch," he said, pointing to his watch. "See, it's past lunchtime already. If I'm not here, are you going to continue working until midnight again?"
She smiled guiltily.
"Well, I'm not hungry yet."
But…Grrrr.
"Well, whose stomach was that?" Jason asked ambiguously, pointing to the workaholic's stomach.
Indeed, she was hungry.
"Alright, then, let's go to the usual!"
She organized her things and grabbed her bag. As they were going to head out, they ran into Assistant Wen.
"Assistant Wen!"
It was Jason who spoke first.
"Young master and Miss Shen," Assistant Wen greeted them.
Jason asked curiously, "What are you doing here?"
Assistant Wen did not answer him. He turned to Yanyue and handed her an envelope.
"President Lu sent this to you per the agreement."
She looked at the envelope and received it carefully. She opened the envelope. He promised that he would give her the land rights today. He did not disappoint.
"Thank you, Assistant Wen."
The man nodded in response and left.
She was going to tuck the envelope away in her bag, but Jason snatched it from her hands.
"This is the land rights, but how did you get it?" he asked anxiously while browsing over the content in the envelope.
Of course, she could not tell him that she entered into a slave contract with his brother to gain back the land rights.
"He sold the land to me, that's all," she said, avoiding his gaze.
But Jason was not dumb. He knew his brother well. He spent 200 million to buy the land so he could get back at Yanyue. He wasn't someone who easily let go of things once he was angered or obsessed.
"What was the agreement about?"
His persistent probing made her sweat a little.
"No, do you think I couldn't convince him? I'm a little intelligent myself, you know," she said nervously and took back the envelope. She quickly tucked it inside her bag.
"Come on, let's go before it's late! I'm hungry now."
With that, she went out the door first. Jason followed behind her quietly. He did not force her to answer because he did not want to embarrass her. If he could not get an answer out of her, he would pester his brother to tell him later.