Chapter 12: Fool

After lying on the bed for a while longer and letting his mood settle a bit, Ye Feng finally picked up the socks beside him.

Staring at the white thigh-high stockings in his hands, Ye Feng could only let out a simple, self-deprecating scoff.

As for resisting… he had absolutely no desire to fight back anymore. He was genuinely, deeply terrified.

Ye Feng couldn’t understand what was happening to him; it felt as though he was no longer the person he used to be. If this kind of humiliation had happened to his past self, he would have fought back instantly—even if it meant fighting to the death.

Yet now, he consistently chose to submit. Perhaps he truly lacked the courage to face this reality; his mouth talked a big game about resisting, but his actual actions were a series of surrenders.

Holding the stockings, Ye Feng recalled scenes from anime where heroines put on over-knee socks. He slowly gathered the fabric into a ring, slipped it over his toes, and bunched it bit by bit up his leg.

The material was incredibly soft. The moment it glided across his skin, a strange, distinct sense of comfort washed over him. Especially at the very end, when he released the fabric and let it snap tightly around his thigh—that sensation was something Ye Feng couldn’t quite describe.

(Author’s Note: Don’t ask me how I know what it feels like. If you ask, I’ve never worn them; it’s completely made up.)

However, this also made Ye Feng think… maybe wearing these wasn’t actually the worst thing in the world?

Outside the door, Du Xiaowen was hesitating over whether she should just barge in. If she pushed the door open right now, would she catch a glimpse of the little man changing?

Maybe he was in the middle of putting on his top, or his skirt, or perhaps even his underwear.

Du Xiaowen had no idea what had just transpired inside the room, so she could only rely entirely on her own wild imagination.

Click!

Ultimately, she failed to suppress the frantic thumping in her heart and pushed the door wide open. What met her eyes, however, was Ye Feng already fully dressed, wearing his shoes, and laboriously shuffling his way toward the entrance.

Du Xiaowen stared at Ye Feng in a daze for a few seconds before her face fell into an expression of profound disappointment.

“Follow me. I’ll take you to wash up.”

Ye Feng didn’t overthink her reaction. Either way, he had already added this woman to his deep-seated hatred list. Who told her to pin him down so ruthlessly earlier?

Trembling violently with every step, he followed behind her, moving inch by inch until they reached the washroom.

Rather than calling it a washroom, it was more like a massive suite dedicated solely to hygiene. The space was enormous.

Even with a partition cutting right through the middle, the room still felt cavernous. The area behind the partition was clearly meant for bathing, as Ye Feng could distinctly hear the heavy splattering of running water.

Furthermore, the partitioning material seemed to be frosted glass; though it wasn’t transparent, the blurry silhouette of a figure could still be faintly discerned through it.

“Do you need my help?”

“No. Get out.”

Ye Feng frowned. He consistently felt that there was something wrong with this secretary. When they were walking over just now, she kept intentionally or unintentionally pressing her body close to his, repeatedly asking if he needed her to support him.

To be completely honest, under any other circumstances, he might have accepted her kindness since walking was a literal agony. But this chick was his enemy—she clearly wore an insidious, ill-intentioned vibe. Moreover, she kept her head lowered constantly, hiding her face; she was probably plotting some massive, sinister conspiracy, right?

Once Du Xiaowen stepped out, Ye Feng stared at his haggard reflection in the mirror and let out a heavy sigh. These past two days—no, counting today, it was already three days.

Over the span of three days, he hadn’t enjoyed a single good night’s sleep. Waking up today left his entire back and waist racked with agonizing soreness, and up until now, his only nutrition had been a single cup of instant noodles.

Logically speaking, given how fragile his physical state currently was, being tossed around like this should have landed him a one-way ticket to the crematorium long ago. Yet, against all odds, he was still breathing.

Perhaps heaven itself refused to let him die, wanting him to survive so he could exact his revenge in the future!

In the future, he would absolutely have his vengeance. He would take all of them and—

“Bring the bath towel over to me!”

“What are you standing around for?”

Ye Feng: “…”

“Are… are you talking to me?”

“Do you think there is anyone else in this room besides you?”

“I understand.”

“Also, I believe I told you that every single sentence out of your mouth needs to include those two words, correct?”

Ye Feng’s hand, which had been reaching toward the towel, froze in mid-air. She should be in the middle of a bath right now, right? She wouldn’t be holding the remote control while bathing, would she?

If I charge in right now…

“What are you dazing off for? Hurry up!”

Sigh, I guess I still don’t have the guts.

Ye Feng snatched the bath towel and walked with slow, hesitant steps toward the partition.

Pushing the sliding door open, the first thing that greeted his eyes wasn’t a beautiful, exposed body, but a dense, heavy layer of steam. The hot mist completely saturated the bathroom, thoroughly obstructing his line of sight.

Taking two steps forward, his vision cleared up slightly. Finally, he spotted a woman sitting completely bare right beside the bathtub.

The woman’s figure was flawless, boasting a perfect hour-glass silhouette, but Ye Feng had absolutely zero desire to admire it. He only wanted to hand her the towel as fast as possible and get the hell out of there.

Mu Yuchen took the towel and slowly began to dry her body. Seizing the opportunity, Ye Feng immediately spun around to walk out the door.

“Stand still.”

Staring at the door frame that was practically within arm’s reach, Ye Feng forcefully suppressed his urge to bolt through it.

“I don’t care what you have to say, every single sentence must end with those two words. You didn’t add them just now. How do you think I should punish you?”

Huff!~

Ye Feng drew in a sharp breath. Forcing down the crushing humiliation deep within his chest, he spoke with a trembling, tearful crack in his voice.

“I was wrong… Mas… Master…”

“Wrong? Too late.”

“Don’t!”

Ye Feng instinctively assumed he was about to get zapped again, immediately crying out in terror. But after waiting for several agonizing seconds, the expected piercing pain never arrived. Confused, he turned his head, only to see a mocking, playful smirk plastered across Mu Yuchen’s face.

“Come here.”

“Lie down.”

Mu Yuchen patted her lap, gesturing for Ye Feng to drape himself across it.

Ye Feng couldn’t fathom what kind of twisted game this woman was playing now, but he complied anyway, lowering himself across her thighs.

Very quickly, he felt a large hand grip the waistband of his underwear and skirt. In an instant, Ye Feng realized exactly what she intended to do, and he immediately began to thrash and struggle wildly!

“Tsk, truly disobedient, aren’t we?”

As Mu Yuchen spoke, she produced that sleek black remote control out of nowhere, flaunting it directly in front of Ye Feng’s face.

“Heh, if you’ve got the guts, then press it!”

BZZZZZ—

“Ugh…”

“Ah…”

“You… absolute… fool!”

Lying flat on the floor, Mu Yuchen finally understood why Ye Feng had uttered those final words.

Looking at Ye Feng, who was currently collapsed right on top of her body—according to her original plan, she had fully intended to take care of him right here in the bathroom. But after getting completely blasted by the electric shock along with him, her mind had cleared up substantially, and those lingering desires instantly evaporated.

“Are you alright?”

Unfortunately, Ye Feng was in no condition to answer her question.

Even though he had been shocked into unconsciousness, Ye Feng had died happy in that moment, because he had witnessed a complete idiot electrocute herself while trying to shock someone else!

However, that joyful emotion didn’t last long, as he woke up shortly after.

The exact moment he regained consciousness, a faint, elegant fragrance drifted into his nose. Opening his eyes, he found himself staring directly into a pair of cold, indifferent eyes.

Assessing his current situation, his head was resting comfortably on her lap, while his body was stretched out across a leather seat. The environment they were in appeared to be the interior of a vehicle. He couldn’t tell what brand the car was, but it was incredibly spacious; otherwise, it would have been impossible to accommodate his entire frame, even curled up as he was.

Though the current scenario was highly compromising, he wanted to keep enjoying the comfort. So… why not just keep enjoying it? Either way, I’ve already been violated by her so many times, what’s wrong with taking a little advantage back?

“We’ve arrived, Sister Chen.”

Tsk, what a mood killer!

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