“Compensation?”
The moment Su Nian heard those words, she bristled as if her fur had been ruffled, alarm bells ringing loudly in her mind.
She just knew it—this bastard Demon Chu Tian had no good intentions!
The Cloak of Concealment was indeed a valuable item, but this guy was clearly trying to find a grandiose excuse to bully her!
“Well… as for compensation, how about I make you breakfast tomorrow?”
Su Nian tightly guarded her chest with both hands, her feet slipping silently like they were greased as she crept toward the study door, looking exactly like a frightened little kitten whose tail had just been stepped on.
She bit her lip hard, her teeth leaving a faint mark on her lower lip, trying her best to appear calm and not reveal the turmoil inside.
However— silver moonlight filtered softly through the thin curtains, gently illuminating the study, casting a clear glow on Su Nian’s stunning yet panicked face.
That pitiful look only acted as a catalyst, instantly igniting the flame of desire deep within Chu Tian’s heart.
Moreover, just moments ago, while rummaging through the system shop, Chu Tian had discovered a treasure that made his eyes light up.
[Bell of Requiem: When rung, it purifies and intimidates undead creatures, and can distinguish whether an undead is an Evil Spirit.]
[Evil Spirit: One who actively killed or oppressed humans in life and met the standard for execution by hanging. Cost in Annoyance Value: 200,000.]
Ordinary equipment to purify undead only cost 100,000 Annoyance Value, and originally he was considering the [Purification Ring], which could also suppress Necromancers.
But Demon Chu Tian’s mind lit up with an idea—he thought of another item…
[Soul Prism]: Can imprison souls and turn them into puppets.
So far, the Soul Prism only held Olette Morsen, the Morsen family’s second son, who had provided a considerable amount of Annoyance Value these days.
He was close to breaking even.
If he could take this opportunity to use the [Bell of Requiem] to suppress a batch of Evil Spirits, then imprison them inside the [Soul Prism] and burn them continuously with Soulfire to absorb Annoyance Value nonstop, he might make a huge profit.
Bullying Su Nian generated Annoyance Value quickly, but it was not a long-term plan, and he felt a little reluctant.
Perhaps investing in these “economical equipment” was the right path!
However—
There was a problem now.
Current Annoyance Value: 110,000.
The Castle District’s Negative Emotion Magic Array had just been harvested recently, so if he wanted to quickly reach 200,000, it seemed he would have to put the poor girl in front of him through some trouble.
After all…
Necromancers might be villains, but they weren’t pushovers.
Moreover, this time Su Nian was going with him, so he absolutely couldn’t hurt her or let his guard down.
Therefore, equipment like the [Bell of Requiem], which could suppress undead creatures, was necessary.
Chu Tian found a “justifiable” reason in his heart.
His primal desire, like a wild horse running free, instantly overwhelmed the slight hesitation inside him, and a sly, wicked smile crept across his face.
He smiled darkly and stepped closer to Su Nian.
His tall figure was like a mountain, giving off an overwhelming sense of pressure.
Seeing Su Nian’s terrified expression gave him a sense of control, as if he were the master of this world, able to toy with the fate of others at will.
“But, little wildcat, I still prefer to feast on you.”
Chu Tian’s low, magnetic voice echoed through the empty study, carrying a hint of playfulness and mischief.
His towering form pressed the glamorous idol girl into the corner of the room, shadows cloaking her, leaving no escape—only suffocating pressure.
The strong masculine aura washed over her like a tidal wave, mixed with a faint scent of tobacco, making Su Nian feel dizzy in waves.
Her body felt weak, limbs powerless.
Facing this tall, imposing man, she seemed to have lost all fighting spirit, like a lamb awaiting slaughter, utterly unable to resist.
She still remembered that during the seventh time rewind, when she struck hard at the bastard Chu Tian’s weak points, thinking she would teach him a big lesson, but instead, he went berserk like an enraged beast.
His furious lightning magic poured over her like it cost nothing, especially targeting the two… weak points on her upper body.
At that moment— She rolled her eyes and fainted.
When she woke, she was locked in a dark, damp dungeon, her limbs bound by cold chains, unable to move.
The humiliating memories flooded her mind like a dam breaking, making her afraid to move lest she provoke the bastard Demon Chu Tian again.
“D-Don’t do anything reckless! This is the study!” Su Nian shouted fiercely, her voice trembling slightly, tinged with barely concealed fear.
She forced her back straight, trying to appear more imposing, but her trembling body betrayed her true feelings.
“Study?” Demon Chu Tian raised an eyebrow, looking at her with amusement and teasing in his eyes.
“What’s wrong with the study? Would you prefer the bedroom? Or… the washroom, or the dressing room?”
He deliberately mentioned the dressing room and washroom, his voice laced with a mischievous laugh.
Sure enough, Su Nian’s cheeks flushed bright red in an instant, like a ripe apple.
‘Bastard!’
‘Pervert!’
‘Shameless!’
Su Nian stomped her feet angrily but was utterly helpless, only able to curse in her heart.
Right now, she was like fish on a chopping board—utterly at the mercy of others, with no room to resist.
Just as Su Nian hesitated over whether to risk fighting back…
Chu Tian’s large hand, carrying undeniable strength, landed on the girl’s slender, pale shoulder and neck.
His fingertips, cold as ice, slid slowly along her snow-white, delicate skin, sending shivers down her spine—an ambiguous tease.
“Snap.”
The thin fabric tore like paper under Demon Chu Tian’s grip, the ripping sound echoing sharply and clearly through the cramped study, instantly shattering Su Nian’s fragile composure.
Her vast expanse of skin, as white and smooth as creamy jade, was exposed to the air.
In an instant— Su Nian felt a tightening around her neck.
A cold chain materialized from thin air, connecting to the [Lover’s Prison Collar] around her neck.
The other end was firmly held by Chu Tian.
The collar’s cold, hard touch on her neck constantly reminded Su Nian that she was now a bird trapped in a cage, completely controlled by the man before her.
The overwhelming feeling of being utterly dominated crashed over her like a tide, swallowing her courage whole.
“N-No!”
Su Nian cried out instinctively, wanting to resist.
But Chu Tian held the collar tightly, like leading a disobedient little beast, rendering her struggles feeble and futile.
She wanted to call for help, but no sound came from her throat.
She closed her eyes in despair, her mind blank.
In this Shadowmoon Manor, what use was calling for help?
Did she want the maids to see her in such a humiliating state, witnessing how she had become “Mr. Mo Yuan’s” forbidden captive?
Apart from exposing her humiliation and disgrace, it would achieve nothing else—only turning her into a laughingstock and gossip for others to chew on.