Chapter 1: Abduction in the Moonlight

The abandoned construction site, halted due to funding issues—rumored to be because the developer had absconded—was now overgrown with weeds reaching as high as a person.

A large cloth bag, big enough to hold a person, dragged along the ground, crushing patches of weeds.

Pulling the bag was a girl who looked to be about middle school age. She wore the expensive uniform of an elite girls’ school, and her long hair shimmered with a Milky Way-like luster in the moonlight.

Her skin was as white as snow, her lips red, her teeth white—anyone would have praised her as a stunning beauty.

But now, in a posture unbefitting her elegant appearance, she strained to drag the violently struggling bag.

Following behind the bag was another girl, a cute little loli about ten years old, presumably still in elementary school. Young as she was, she already exuded a pure, ethereal charm, like an angel.

Yet now, the angel’s face held no sunshine—only gloom.

“Sister Shihan, can I take a turn?” the angelic loli spoke, her childish voice so sweet it seemed to melt hearts.

The girl called Shihan showed no intention of stopping. She continued dragging the bag, unwilling to hand it over to anyone else.

“Such a small thing—I can handle it alone, Yan-chan. Just watch from the side.” Though her voice seemed to carry a hint of amusement, Shihan’s face was completely devoid of a smile.

“But I want to help ease your burden, Sister Shihan. Please don’t be polite.”

With that, the little loli hurried forward and snatched the bag.

Indeed, limited by her physical capabilities—her elementary schooler’s stature—dragging the bag was far more strenuous for her than for the middle schooler.

Though Shihan and Yan were cooperating for now, an intangible tension crackled between them, ready to ignite at any moment.

Thus, with the two taking turns, the bag was dragged to an underground room.

For some reason, electricity had been rigged here. A low-wattage incandescent bulb hung from the ceiling, casting dim light.

Before Yan could tear off the tape sealing the bag’s opening, Shihan reminded her.

“Since this was your idea, you’d better keep our agreement.”

“Of course. One day each, we’ll take turns using Chen Lin.”

Yan immediately patted her chest in response.

Once the bag was opened, a male high school student finally saw the light again, breathing fresh air.

During the dragging, his nose had hit a small stone, causing a nosebleed.

His appearance was utterly ordinary—the kind you’d lose in a crowd. If there were a national contest for average male high school students, he would definitely make it to the finals.

This Chen Lin, as Yan and Shihan called him, was that very student. He had not come here voluntarily.

Chen Lin stared at Yan and Shihan in confusion. His mind was still foggy. All he remembered was being stunned by a taser, then nothing. When he woke up, he was already in a sack, with something stuffed in his mouth, preventing him from shouting or speaking.

Under the dim light, Chen Lin lowered his gaze and finally saw what was in his mouth. It seemed to be some white object.

Realizing something, he looked at Shihan’s long, fair legs—smooth and without an ounce of fat.

Her left leg was clad in a white knee-high sock, accentuating the tempting curve of her foot, but the sock on her right leg was missing.

Chen Lin licked the object in his mouth—it had a matte, smooth texture. After savoring it, he guessed it was the knee-high sock Shihan had taken off her right leg.

‘…Kind of sexy.’

‘No, wait—is this really the time to be developing weird fetishes?’

“Mmph… mmph… mmph…”

Chen Lin tried to speak, but with the sock stuffed in his mouth, his tongue couldn’t move, leaving him utterly voiceless.

“This is wonderful. Now you’re finally mine, Chen Lin.”

Shihan half-sat on the sack, leaning sideways into Chen Lin’s embrace.

Yan refused to be outdone. She immediately leaned against the other side, burying her head in his chest, greedily breathing in his scent.

With a girl in each arm—every male high school student’s fantasy. But Chen Lin couldn’t muster a smile.

He struggled frantically, but two hands were no match for four. He was pinned down firmly.

He didn’t know where he was. All he wanted was to escape. If he didn’t, something terrible might happen.

While Yan breathed in his scent, perhaps annoyed that she had to share him with another girl, she spoke to Shihan.

“Today, I get Chen Lin all to myself. You should leave now.”

“What are you talking about? You’re the one who should leave. I did the most work in the kidnapping from start to finish. I should have the first day all to myself.” Shihan showed no sign of backing down, her words clashing with Yan’s.

Yan didn’t let her small size weaken her presence.

She could give in on anything—except when it came to Chen Lin.

And she knew very well what the first day’s rights meant. It also represented the right to the first night, the chance to claim all of Chen Lin’s firsts.

“But the plan was my idea, right? And all the kidnapping gear, like the taser—I provided everything. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have thought to do this,” Yan said to Shihan.

“You’re wrong there. I’ve been planning this for a while.”

Shihan refused to yield. The tension between them grew thicker.

Chen Lin, the eye of the storm, was now left aside, but his sense of foreboding only intensified.

He had only wanted to confess to his crush, to wish everyone happiness. How had things twisted into this?

The collapse of his peaceful daily life had begun a week ago…