The Private Room

“Luo Yao, sit next to me.”

All eyes in the private room were fixed on Mu Yaochen and Luo Yao. While Luo Yao was undoubtedly handsome, most of the women there were curious about his status as a s*ave.

Most of them had never experienced a man’s touch, much less the thrill of owning a s*ave.

Who knows, perhaps this little one will be a delight.

Yina’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at Luo Yao, her instincts as sharp as an experienced hunter, capable of sensing a man’s quality at a glance.

“Of course.” Luo Yao nodded and discreetly took a seat behind Mu Yaochen.

“Hey, hey, Star Yu, where’s my stuff?” Just as the room fell silent, a harsh and aggressive voice cut through the air.

“It’s… here.” Star Yu, startled by the voice, quickly retrieved a black bag and made her way towards the source of the sound.

Luo Yao closely followed Star Yu, eager to see who this person was.

To be precise, Luo Yao wanted to know who this eccentric person was, so he could avoid them in the future.

When Luo Yao spotted Star Yu, he noticed her in deep conversation with a mysterious figure cloaked in purple. However, the dim lighting made it impossible to discern the other person’s features.

Still, it’s said that birds of a feather flock together. Mu Yaochen’s so-called ‘friends’ were all of the highest caliber, so this woman, with her love for SM, likely wasn’t any less exceptional.

Yet, just the fact that she had a tendency towards SM was enough for Luo Yao to decide to keep his distance from her.

After Star Yu finished her conversation, the purple figure disappeared from Luo Yao’s view. The room once again erupted into a frenzied state.

The music exploded through the room. Some played with wine bottles, others chattered, lamented, or laughed loudly. The bottle danced between left and right hands, jumping up and down, obedient yet seductive. Luo Yao, seated in an unassuming corner, felt a mix of disdain, envy, detachment, and excitement.

After all, Luo Yao was still in his youth, and with youth comes the restless energy of spring.

Moreover, the room was filled with beautiful young women, each one a ‘little rich girl,’ which naturally stirred excitement in the young Luo Yao.

But alas, Mu Yaochen sat beside him like a stern guardian, making Luo Yao cautious and unable to act on his desires. He could only stare blankly at the flashing images on the TV and the kaleidoscope of colors from the wine glasses.

During his daze, several unfamiliar women threw flirtatious glances his way. Yet, Luo Yao had little energy to respond, given the stern presence of Mu Yaochen beside him.

His thoughts, however, were consumed by the mysterious purple figure he had seen earlier.

Though he was reluctant to engage with such a person, the figure’s air of mystery was undeniable.

And…

In this nightclub, most of the attendees were wealthy young people, some even underage. Everyone was caught up in the thrill of youthful emotions.

Though Luo Yao had already tasted the sweetness of youth, his body was still in a limbo between adolescence and adulthood. The room’s charged atmosphere, filled with hormones, intertwined with his own, creating a unique experience.

Was this his second adolescence?

Luo Yao’s gaze drifted to the stunning women dancing in the club, lost in thought once more. He then turned his attention to Mu Yaochen, seated beside him, his ‘owner.’

Thinking of her, Luo Yao recalled how he was mysteriously sold to her and the disappearance of his family.

These thoughts weighed heavily on him, but what could he do? If only a single intimate encounter with Mu Yaochen could restore his freedom, he might consider it.

Luo Yao was unaware that the dim lighting and the strange looks from other women were stirring something unsettling within Mu Yaochen.

She felt an urge to gouge out the eyes of those women, as if they had defiled Luo Yao.

Mu Yaochen sensed that these women had sullied Luo Yao.

Luo Yao was still lost in thoughts of his uncertain future, unaware of the changing tides in Mu Yaochen’s heart.

He knew all too well that women like Mu Yaochen were not easily dealt with. Even a simple transaction could lead to unwanted entanglements afterward. Mu Yaochen’s temperament was extreme, and if she developed feelings for him, she would undoubtedly become a possessive and destructive ‘sickly sweet’ type.

From their brief interactions, Luo Yao realized that Mu Yaochen was the perfect ‘breeding ground’ for such a personality. A little emotional manipulation, and she would become a full-fledged, destructive ‘sickly sweet’ woman.

Her overwhelming sense of ownership, control, and extremity all pointed to this.

This trait reminded Luo Yao of another woman.

A wicked woman.

But let’s return to reality.

Luo Yao knew that his looks, while flawless, could sometimes bring him unnecessary trouble.

Especially with a woman like Mu Yaochen, who was as unpredictable as she was perfect. Luo Yao needed to tread carefully.

With the resources of the Bluebird Conglomerate, making someone disappear in Fanhai City would be child’s play. Luo Yao certainly didn’t want to spend the rest of his life in a damp, dark cell.

“Can you dance?” Mu Yaochen suddenly turned to Luo Yao, who was huddled beside her, her voice soft.

Mu Yaochen always saw Luo Yao as something special.

It wasn’t love, but a pure desire to possess him.

In Fanhai City’s elite society, Mu Yaochen was known as the ‘Princess Who Shuns Men.’ Even her family’s patriarch was troubled by her aversion to men.

Many times, Mu Yaochen had driven her potential suitors to tears during arranged meetings. This earned her a reputation in Fanhai City, leaving her with no suitable matches.

“No, I can’t.” Luo Yao firmly replied, even though he could dance. But facing Mu Yaochen, he insisted on his inability.

Mu Yaochen’s suspicion of Luo Yao only deepened.

Luo Yao was also curious about his place in Mu Yaochen’s heart.

After a few days together, Luo Yao could almost certainly conclude that Mu Yaochen felt only a pure desire to possess him, with no deeper emotions.

“No, you can. Stand up, and I’ll teach you.” Mu Yaochen’s brow furrowed slightly, but quickly smoothed out.

If Luo Yao couldn’t dance, then she would teach him herself.

“Umm… okay.” Luo Yao nodded and rose to his feet, following Mu Yaochen.

Now, Luo Yao and Mu Yaochen were caught in an endless loop of mutual suspicion, with neither knowing who was truly in control.

In this cycle, Mu Yaochen’s attitude towards Luo Yao remained unchanged.

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The next few days might see a hiatus of two days (due to a minor surgery)

This is only a possibility.