"Oh… so that's how it is, huh?"
Yaoyao could clearly feel the man's grip on the back of her neck loosen slightly. A glimmer of hope surged in her chest—perhaps this escort wasn't a complete scoundrel after all.
"By the way…" The man's eyes darkened, and a wicked smile played on his lips. "What exactly did you see your boyfriend doing with another woman?"
Uh… could he really not guess? "They were… were…" Unable to finish the sentence, Yaoyao's pale face turned a rosy shade of embarrassment.
Just then—
"Mmph."
The man's slender fingers trailed down her neck, moving slowly…
"Were they doing… what we're about to do now?"
A-about to do? Her mind went blank. What was this escort saying? Did he have no intention of letting her go?
"Mmph…" The tingling sensation on her back and the suffocating atmosphere of fear made her heart pound wildly. "B-big brother, why won't you let go of me? And why… why are you…" She could feel his fingers nearing a place too embarrassing to mention. Gripping the sheets tightly, she dared not even breathe.
"You naughty little thing. I'm helping you get revenge on your boyfriend—you should be thanking me, shouldn't you?"
"G-get revenge… on my boyfriend?"
"Yes. The way he treated you, we'll return it to him in kind," the man said, his deep gaze flashing as he finally released the grip on her neck. But instead of backing away, he leaned closer to her. His warm breath tickled her ear, making her even more tense.
"No! No! Thank you for your kindness, big brother, but I… I don't want to get revenge on him like this."
"Huh?" Her sugary "big brother" act was wearing thin on his patience. His self-control was already being tested to its limits. If not for the amusement this little thing brought him, he wouldn't have restrained himself this long. "Little thing, I've grown tired of this 'big brother, little sister' game." His face darkened.
Before she could react—
"Ah!" Something cold poured over her back.
Glancing down, Yaoyao saw an empty wine glass in the man's hand and felt the wine dripping down her skin. The man seemed quite pleased with his handiwork. "Hmm, I wonder… what this wine tastes like when enjoyed this way?" His eyes glinted darkly as he casually tossed the wine glass aside.
Crash! The glass shattered on the ground. The man leaned down, completely unbothered, and began savoring the wine from her back.
"No… stop!" she cried, writhing. Her face twisted in fear.
"Little thing, you're shaking so much. It's like you're telling me… to keep going," he teased.
"No, that's not it! Not at all!"
"Oh? Then how do you plan to prove it to me?" The man smirked as he reached the clasp at the back of her dress.
Click. The clasp came undone, almost as if by magic.
"No!" Yaoyao's heart sank. She struggled instinctively, but in her panic, she accidentally brushed against the man—
"Mmph. Little one, you're making me wonder if you're just pretending to be innocent. If I find out you're not a virgin… I'll have my men play with you until you die."
No woman could manipulate him. If one dared to try, the outcome was always the same—death.
(To be continued)