"Open your mouth!"
Adrian pulled his cock completely out of Fan Shengmei's bleeding anus and lightly, mockingly patted her pale, lifeless cheek as he gave the cold command.
Clearly, this had been Fan Shengmei's very first time enduring such brutal backdoor treatment. Not only had the physical reality of the act been incredibly tight and excruciating for her, but his absolute lack of preparation or foreplay had inevitably caused her to bleed. It was entirely expected; when a woman's body is breached so roughly and violently without a shred of gentleness, severe tissue tearing is a guaranteed consequence.
Fan Shengmei lay trembling on the silk sheets, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. She honestly had no idea how she had managed to survive the grueling ordeal without completely losing consciousness.
She felt as though her rectum had been literally ripped apart. The billionaire had offered absolutely zero tenderness. The moment he had forced her open, a blinding, tearing agony had consumed her, leaving her feeling like she was split in two. And based on the stinging, burning pain radiating from her swollen flesh, she knew she was legitimately cracked and bleeding.
Casually, Adrian opened the drawer of the mahogany nightstand. He retrieved a sleek, custom-made debit card and ruthlessly shoved it directly between Fan Shengmei's parted lips.
These specialized bearer cards had all been provided by his shadow operative, Mr. Yi. Each card was pre-loaded with untraceable funds ranging from 100,000 to 2 million yuan. A single stack of these cards contained hundreds of millions—a level of generational wealth that an ordinary civilian could never achieve in ten lifetimes of grueling labor. However, in this luxurious suite, they were nothing more than pocket change provided by Mr. Yi for the Young Master to use as petty tips for his whores.
"Remember to be instantly available whenever I summon you from now on. Now, get out of my sight," Adrian sneered disdainfully, not displaying a single fraction of regret or empathy.
Fan Shengmei spat the card out onto the mattress and struggled painfully to her hands and knees. She glared up at him, her sharp eyes burning with a humiliated fury that wished she could devour him alive.
'One single phone call summoned me to this mansion,' she seethed internally, 'and without saying a single word of greeting, he completely trampled on my human dignity. He violently degraded my body, brutally took my first time in the ass, and now he has the audacity to just kick me out like a stray dog? Exactly what kind of cheap animal does he take me for?!'
She snatched the custom debit card off the sheets, fully prepared to salvage her shattered pride by violently throwing it directly into his arrogant face.
But the moment her eyes registered the golden numbers physically engraved on the card, her entire expression froze.
These premium cards were specially minted, with the exact balance and PIN code etched directly onto the face. The card trembling in Fan Shengmei's hand bore the glaring, undeniable digits: 300,006.
"Three... three hundred thousand?" Fan Shengmei gasped, her voice wavering with uncertainty as her grip on the plastic tightened.
"Crawl over here," Adrian commanded lazily, leaning back against the headboard.
A moment ago, Fan Shengmei had been ready to throw away her life to teach the bastard a lesson about basic human respect. But now?
'Three hundred thousand?' her calculating mind raced. 'I could work myself to the absolute bone for years and still not save that much liquid cash. So what if an arrogant man treats me like garbage for a single night?'
In this suffocating, modern era, society only mocked the poor; they never mocked the prostitutes who secured the bag. As long as you possessed capital, you were untouchable. Instantly prioritizing her survival over her dignity, Fan Shengmei carefully tucked the 300,000-yuan card away. Pushing through the burning agony in her lower half, she obediently crawled on all fours across the mattress like a broken, submissive dog until she reached his side.
"Not bad. Such a good, obedient dog," Adrian smirked. He reached out, his long fingers pinching her chin as he praised her with mocking approval.
"Mr. Li... Xiaomei is definitely your good dog!" Fan Shengmei looked up at him, forcing a radiant, seductive smile through her pain.
Just enduring a single, violent fuck had earned her a staggering 300,000 yuan. For that kind of astronomical payout, she would willingly be his dog, his pig, or whatever degenerate animal he required!
"Turn around."
At his cold command, Fan Shengmei slowly, painfully turned her back to him, arching her spine to push her bruised, heavily abused buttocks high into the air. Fresh bloodstains were still visible around her swollen anus, and his thick semen leaked steadily from her stretched opening.
"Consider this an extra reward for your performance."
Adrian retrieved a cold, heavy metal key from the nightstand drawer and ruthlessly shoved it directly into her wounded, aching asshole.
"Ah!" Fan Shengmei shuddered violently as the cold foreign object was forcibly inserted. Her torn, highly sensitive flesh was instantly stretched and aggravated again, the sharp, stinging pain making her bite her own lip to stifle a scream.
"Alright. Now you can crawl out," Adrian dismissed her, delivering a sharp, echoing slap to her snow-white, semen-slicked ass. He needed to get some sleep.
Fan Shengmei frantically scrambled off the massive bed and practically dragged herself out of the master suite. The moment the heavy oak doors clicked shut behind her, she leaned heavily against the hallway wall, crying silently as she reached back to dig the cold metal key out of her ass.
She wiped the key clean and looked at the engraved tag.
2303.
Upon seeing the unit number for a premium apartment in the Ode to Joy complex, two heavy streams of tears immediately rolled down her ruined makeup.
'After clawing my way through Shanghai for so many miserable, desperate years,' she sobbed silently, 'I have finally acquired the real estate I have always hungered for but could never achieve.' Given the sheer brutality of the transaction, it was hard not to feel a profound, soul-crushing sense of melancholy.
"Miss Fan, please step this way."
A stunningly beautiful young woman, dressed in a highly tailored, high-slit silk cheongsam, glided silently up to Fan Shengmei in the corridor and offered a soft, respectful bow.
Because Adrian's political and social status had undergone a terrifying transformation, Executive Vice Mayor Xu Guangxi had gifted the mansion fully staffed. Twelve meticulously vetted, elite maids came with the estate. Each and every one of them possessed breathtaking, flawless features—to the point where even a recognized beauty like Fan Shengmei held absolutely zero aesthetic advantage over them.
Unfortunately, because none of these twelve girls were registered targets on the System's hit list, Adrian couldn't be bothered to waste his precious time or stamina on them.
'There are just too many primary objectives on this mission timeline,' Adrian calculated. 'Even if I fucked them one by one, there simply isn't enough time. Wasting my stamina on background extras is highly inefficient.'
Their sole purpose in the mansion was to clean the estate and handle the messy aftermath of his hunts. He didn't even bother learning their names, simply referring to them by their designated numbers from One to Twelve.
Led smoothly by Maid Number Three, Fan Shengmei was escorted to the mansion's private bathhouse. She was thoroughly cleaned, and her torn anus was carefully treated with medical-grade soothing ointments. Afterward, the silent driver escorted her to the Rolls-Royce and drove her back to the Ode to Joy residential complex.
She had boarded the luxury car heading to Mansion No. 1 around 10:00 PM the previous night. By the time she finally returned to her own complex, the morning sun was already shining at 8:00 AM. She had unknowingly spent the entire, agonizing night trapped in the billionaire's fortress!
Clutching the apartment key and the heavy bank card tightly inside her designer purse, Fan Shengmei stepped out of the Rolls-Royce. Even though her legs were still trembling uncontrollably and her asshole throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, what did any of that physical trauma matter compared to the massive capital she had successfully extracted?
"Oh my, if it isn't Sister Fan! Why are you returning so early? I heard through the grapevine that you were picked up by a luxury car last night. Why are you doing the walk of shame at this hour?"
Qu Xiaoxiao, who was out for her morning jog in an expensive designer tracksuit, spotted Fan Shengmei limping away from the drop-off zone and immediately shouted out a loud, highly sarcastic remark.
As neighbors on the same 22nd floor, they naturally recognized each other. However, because Adrian had intentionally altered the timeline and prevented the infamous 'elevator malfunction' incident from occurring, the two women had never experienced the bonding moment that resolved their initial animosity. They still utterly despised one another. Fan Shengmei viewed Qu Xiaoxiao as an arrogant, spoiled brat, while Qu Xiaoxiao viewed Fan Shengmei as a pathetic, gold-digging parasite.
Clearly, upon seeing the older woman carefully stepping out of a multi-million-yuan Rolls-Royce Phantom at 8:00 AM wearing the exact same clothes from yesterday, Qu Xiaoxiao's sharp, cynical mind immediately deduced exactly what Fan Shengmei had been doing all night.
"You do not need to concern yourself with what time I return!" Fan Shengmei replied coldly, though her face flushed with deep embarrassment.
Admittedly, she didn't care how the men degraded her inside the walls of the private manor, but out here in her familiar territory, she desperately wanted to maintain her sophisticated, high-society dignity.
"You know, the feng shui on our 22nd floor is absolutely terrible!" Qu Xiaoxiao yelled, completely refusing to back down as she noticed a few early-morning commuters turning their heads. "It is bad enough that an elite corporate mistress lives in 2201, but now we have a desperate little fox spirit selling herself in 2202! But honestly, at least a real mistress gets a luxury house and a car for her services. What exactly does a cheap fox spirit like you get? Leftover shopping gift cards?"
"Qu Xiaoxiao, you just wait!"
Seeing a group of curious onlookers beginning to gather and whisper, Fan Shengmei's face burned with humiliation. She spat out a harsh, empty threat and frantically tried to run toward the safety of the lobby.
"Hey! Why can't you even walk in a straight line?!" Qu Xiaoxiao cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted gleefully for the entire courtyard to hear. "Sister Fan, just how incredibly wild did you get last night to be limping like that?!"
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