The sound of the Magic Phone rang out.
Su Nian’s heart suddenly sank.
‘Bastard!’
‘Pervert!’
How could he take such disgusting, low-class photos!
Su Nian cursed inwardly, desperate to rush forward and smash that damned Magic Phone to pieces, to erase those indecent photos from existence.
But she couldn’t… and dared not.
She knew this man too well—he was a devil.
Every time she impulsively confronted this bastard devil, she ended up suffering the most, beaten to a pulp without exception.
Moreover, the chain of the Lover’s Prison Collar was tightly gripped in Chu Tian’s hand, as if holding her life’s key, leaving her no strength to resist; even the slightest struggle seemed feeble and powerless.
“My patience is limited.” Chu Tian spoke slowly, his voice low and magnetic, the chain in his hand proclaiming his dominion.
His gaze swept over Su Nian’s exquisitely beautiful face, filled with mockery and amusement.
He reveled in the feeling, watching the shifting emotions flicker across Su Nian’s face—anger, resentment, humiliation, fear.
Each emotion fueled his excitement and pleasure.
‘Delicious!’
“1….”
“2…”
The bastard devil began counting down, each number striking Su Nian’s heart like a heavy hammer, suffocating her with despair.
The countdown echoed through the empty study like a death sentence, each beat heavier than the last, driving her deeper into hopelessness.
Her body trembled slightly as she bit down hard on her lip, the teeth sinking into the soft flesh until almost drawing blood.
Her once vivid, moist red lips now pale and bloodless, like petals touched by frost, stripped of their former beauty.
Finally… Su Nian seemed to lose all her strength, kneeling once more on the floor, as if her soul had been drained, waiting for fate’s judgment.
There was no way out now.
In this situation, she had to desperately use Time Reversal or resign herself to compromise.
Only obedience could reduce the pain and preserve what little dignity remained…
Otherwise, she would face even more unbearable humiliation.
Su Nian resignedly closed her eyes, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings in the wind, her slightly parted, moist crimson lips evoking lingering fantasies.
“Ding dong, Humiliation Value increased by 49,999.”
“Ding dong, Annoyance Value +49,999.”
“Mental State: Spirit Road Resilience 63%↓↓”
“(Spirit Road Resilience decreases after defeat; below 50%, the Spirit Road transforms into the Path of Ruin.)”
“Master’s task: in progress.”
The System Notification echoed coldly in Su Nian’s mind like a final verdict, pronouncing her fate.
Ten minutes later.
Only heavy breaths remained in the study, weaving through the air—a suffocating intimacy.
“Tch…”
Chu Tian occasionally brushed aside the girl’s hair by her temples, revealing her peerless beauty.
After a moment.
“Knock knock knock—”
The knock at the study door shattered the stifling silence.
Outside the door.
Rita, the Head Maid, and maid Emma pushed a delicate serving cart, carrying out their Master’s orders.
Upon hearing the knock, Su Nian’s body jolted violently, as if struck by lightning; her previously bowed head snapped up, eyes filled with terror and unease.
‘What’s happening?’
‘Who is it?’
‘Why is someone still knocking?’
Instinctively, she wanted to find a hiding place, but the spacious study held no cover besides the large rosewood desk.
And even glancing around, there was no spot to conceal herself.
Panicked, Su Nian just wanted to hide, not wanting the maids who worked at Shadowmoon Manor to see her in this humiliating state.
If they saw her like this, how could she keep any face?
Yet, the bastard devil pressed her head firmly down, rendering her immobile and mute.
Those rough hands—one clutching the chain, the other holding her head—exerted an irresistible force, as if wanting to crush her entirely.
Su Nian instinctively looked at Chu Tian, her clear, bright sky-blue eyes filled with pleading and desperation.
‘Don’t let them come in!’
‘Please.’
She silently begged in her heart, hoping Chu Tian would understand and spare her this once.
A playful smile curled at the corner of Chu Tian’s lips—of course, he understood Su Nian’s meaning.
But he wanted Su Nian to know that in this Shadowmoon Manor, everything about her was under his control.
After pausing briefly, he pulled the chain on the girl’s collar, dragging Su Nian to the side of the desk.
“Enter!”
The voice was loud, signaling Su Nian to hide beneath the wide desk, and at the same time giving permission for the maids outside to enter and deliver the late-night meal.
With the master of Shadowmoon Manor’s approval, the study door slowly opened.