"Yifei, thank you so much," Adrian whispered, leaning his heavy shoulder flush against her body.
"No, no, it's nothing at all! I'm the one who injured your ribs earlier. It is only right that I support you to the infirmary," Hu Yifei replied quickly, her eyes darting away in a state of severe, flustered panic.
"To be completely honest with you, Yifei... I fell in love with your fire the absolute second I first saw you," Adrian said, his hand sliding down her bare arm to firmly grasp her fingers, refusing to let her escape.
"Um... Landlord, actually... me?" Yifei stammered, her athletic composure completely evaporating. "I have an absolutely horrific temper, and my figure isn't even that great. You are so incredibly wealthy, powerful, and handsome; you can definitely find a high-society goddess who is infinitely better than a violent woman like me."
Yifei felt herself trapped in a highly dangerous, suffocating situation. Even though the man leaning on her was supposedly injured, she felt entirely passive, her typical dominant energy completely suppressed.
There was nothing she could do to fight it; over the past several years, she had never imagined that she would actually experience this kind of overwhelming, biological pull toward a man. The sheer, dizzying heat radiating through her body right now was identical to the physical rush she had felt back in high school when she encountered her very first love.
Tragically, Yifei's first love had ended in deep psychological withdrawal; back then, when she had finally mustered up the courage to confess to the handsome young man, he had laughed and mistaken her for a boy because of her short hair and aggressive sports training. Since that day, her romantic heart had locked itself behind a fortress of martial defense.
"When you finally meet the exact person you are meant to be with, you don't need a thousand logical reasons, do you?" Adrian murmured softly, his warm lips brushing against her ear.
"Landlord... do you carry a concealed dagger with you during training?" Yifei asked, desperately trying to pivot the conversation to a safer topic.
For the past several yards of their walk, she had felt a thick, incredibly rigid, cylindrical object pressing firmly against her lower back through her thin sports leggings. Assuming it was some sort of custom tactical weapon or short sword he kept secured in his waistband, she reached her hand back to adjust the position so the metal tip wouldn't accidentally pierce her skin.
But the exact second her fingers wrapped around the object, she realized with absolute, horrifying clarity that it was not a weapon of steel.
It was a scorching, throbbing column of flesh—boiling hot, incredibly thick, and vastly larger than anything she had ever encountered in her life.
"Ah!"
Yifei yanked her hand back as if she had just touched a hot iron, her face instantly flushing so incredibly red she felt her blood might boil an egg.
"W-We have arrived at the infirmary! I am leaving now!"
Fortunately, they had finally reached the frosted glass doors of the medical bay. Yifei frantically shoved Adrian inside, turned on her heel, and fled down the corridor as fast as her athletic legs could carry her.
Yifei bolted into the empty locker room, slamming the heavy wooden door shut behind her. Only then did she feel the blazing, unnatural heat on her cheeks begin to slowly recede.
'Calm down! Hu Yifei, you need to calm the hell down right now!'
She stared at her reflection in the mirror, aggressively slapping her own cheeks before turning on the tap and splashing handfuls of ice-cold water over her face.
'You do not actually harbor romantic feelings for the Landlord. You are merely experiencing a massive spike in adrenaline because you finally met a worthy combat opponent who can trade blows with you. Yes! That is the exact, logical explanation!' she muttered desperately to her reflection.
As her breathing gradually stabilized and the weaponized aphrodisiac slowly began to filter out of her highly efficient respiratory system, she felt the wild, animalistic heat in her limbs slowly subside.
"Damn it..."
She reached a trembling hand into the waistband of her training shorts, her fingers brushing against her cotton underwear. It was completely, thoroughly drenched with a thick, slick pool of hot, dripping arousal.
Yifei spat in disgust, her pride deeply wounded by her own body's shameful betrayal.
'Hu Yifei, you must remember who you are. You are not a casual, easy woman who spreads her legs for luxury. The Landlord is indeed an incredibly generous, powerful gentleman, but he is fundamentally the wrong type for you. You absolutely cannot lead him on or string him along. The very next time he attempts to touch you, you must look him dead in the eye and make it crystal clear: you already have someone else locked in your heart, and there is absolutely zero chance of you two ever being together!'
Cheering herself up in front of the mirror, the proud tomboy had absolutely no idea that her every single flustered movement, her wet fingers, and her desperate self-persuasion were being watched in high-definition through the one-way glass on the other side of the wall.
"It appears capturing her heart is going to require quite a bit of calculated effort," Adrian Li chuckled, lounging back on the leather sofa inside the dark observation room, thoroughly amused as he watched Yifei try to rationalize her drenched panties.
Conquering a fiercely independent, aggressive woman like that—stripping away her martial pride until she willingly kneeled before him—brought a supreme level of physical and psychological satisfaction that a common slut could never provide.
Kneeling on the carpet directly between his thighs, Nan Xiang was aggressively bobbing her head, her mouth working tirelessly to suck and spit out his massive, throbbing cock. Only now did her sharp, cynical mind fully comprehend why the billionaire had reacted with such violent anger earlier when she had offered to blow him.
'He didn't want me to service him for my own sake,' she realized with a bitter spike of jealousy. 'He merely used my mouth as a cheap tool to get his dick rock-hard, all so he could press it against that violent woman Hu Yifei to tease and corrupt her!'
A sudden, toxic wave of black resentment flooded Nan Xiang's chest.
In terms of flawless facial features, refined artistic temperament, and natural physical curves, she was vastly superior to that aggressive, muscular tomboy. So why did the Young Master deploy a patient, romantic, and gentle approach to woo Hu Yifei, while she was treated like a broken, degraded piece of meat—a literal sex slave who was whipped across the face with his dick?
Is it truly just because she is still a fucking virgin?
But no matter how much toxic resentment boiled in her veins, Nan Xiang did not dare to allow a single microsecond of defiance to manifest in her eyes. She knew the penalty for showing attitude in this house was a one-way ticket back to the Tigress's cell. Swallowing her bitter pride, she opened her throat even wider, sucking his massive shaft with desperate, frantic energy to keep him pleased.
Adrian watched Yifei pull her street clothes back on through the glass while enjoying Nan Xiang's enthusiastic oral service, feeling the lingering ache in his ribs fade into pure, dark arousal.
"Get up on your knees and ride it yourself," Adrian commanded callously, delivering a light, warning kick to Nan Xiang's hip to interrupt her sucking.
There was absolutely no reason to waste gentleness on a woman like her; after all, she was a naturally submissive, materialistic whore who only felt comfortable when she was being thoroughly dominated and broken!
"This servant is eager to receive you, Master!" Nan Xiang plastered a wide, radiant smile on her face, hiding her trauma.
She quickly scrambled up, straddling his lap. She grabbed his massive, purplish-black shaft with one trembling hand while using her other hand to spread her slick, pink labia wide. With a soft, dramatic groan of submission, she slowly lowered her hips, swallowing his thick girth to the hilt.
While Nan Xiang was vigorously twisting her slender waist in the dark observation room, throwing herself into her performance with loud, explicit moans of artificial ecstasy, Hu Yifei had already bolted out of the locker room.
She tracked down Chen Meijia and Zeng Xiaoxian, who were currently wandering aimlessly around the pristine facility, and aggressively ordered them to pack up and leave immediately.
"Sister Yifei, why are you in such a desperate hurry?" Meijia pouted, her face a mask of blank, dim-witted confusion. "I just discovered that the tablet in the lounge allows us to order high-end catering completely for free! I literally just ordered a premium plate of Kobe beef, and the chef hasn't even had a chance to sear it yet!"
"Exactly!" Zeng Xiaoxian chimed in, highly annoyed at being dragged away. "I just discovered that the internet speed in their media room is blazing fast, and they have the latest PS3 set up on a massive screen! I was right in the middle of winning the virtual World Cup!"
"You two! All you ever think about is stuffing your faces and playing childish games!" Yifei roared, glaring daggers at her two friends, her eyes lingering with intense, frustrated heat on the radio host.
She knew Meijia possessed the intellect of a toddler, but she was genuinely, violently angry that Zeng Xiaoxian was just as clueless.
'What the hell was wrong with my brain,' she cursed herself bitterly, 'to actually harbor a lingering, pathetic crush on a spineless, uncoordinated idiot like you?'
"Sister Yifei... you really don't look well," Meijia noted, tilting her head as she examined her friend's flushed face. "Why is your face still so incredibly rosy and sweaty?"
"Nonsense! It is merely because the facility's air conditioning system is set to a ridiculously hot temperature!" Yifei lied instantly, her cheeks burning with renewed embarrassment.
"The air conditioning is hot?" Meijia asked, entirely puzzled as the three of them climbed into Zeng Xiaoxian's parked car. "But the car's engine isn't even started yet, and we haven't turned the air on?"
"I clearly meant the air inside the combat hall was too hot!" Yifei barked, frantically trying to cover her tracks. She hastily pulled out her smartphone, swiping through her calendar to find a distraction. "Oh my god! I completely forgot—today is the exact day my brother Zhanbo and Wanyu are flying back to the city! We need to speed to the airport to pick them up right now!"
"Wait, didn't you explicitly state yesterday that they weren't scheduled to return until tomorrow afternoon?" Zeng Xiaoxian asked, squinting in deep confusion.
"Shut your pathetic mouth and drive the car, Zeng Xiaoxian!" Yifei exploded, her violent, domineering aura completely flooding the tight space as she roared her absolute command.
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