Su Nian slowly lowered her head, pressing her cheek against Chu Tian’s hand, her lips gently brushing his fingertips, like a docile kitten seeking affection from its Master, or a delicate flower basking in the sunlight.
Her every movement was gentle and graceful, each detail filled with temptation, yet tinged with an indescribable sadness.
“Ding-dong, Humiliation Value increased by 8437.”
The System Notification echoed coldly and mechanically in Su Nian’s mind, with a trace of inexplicable mockery.
A wave of bitterness welled up in Su Nian’s heart.
She knew she had taken yet another step toward the abyss.
But she had no other choice.
“This humble one… will use every means to satisfy the Master.”
Su Nian’s voice was low and hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor, tugging softly at Chu Tian’s heartstrings.
She slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with humiliation and helplessness.
Chu Tian felt Su Nian’s soft lips, the warm sensation spreading through his body like an electric current, causing his heart to tremble ever so slightly.
He slowly withdrew his fingers, gently and leisurely patting Su Nian’s face, as if caressing a beloved toy or admiring a finely crafted work of art.
Every detail brimmed with possessiveness.
“Very good, little wildcat. I look forward to your performance.” Chu Tian said with a light chuckle.
Su Nian slowly lifted her head.
Her once lively, deer-like sky-blue eyes were now veiled with mist, like morning dew or teardrops about to fall.
For the sake of gaining enough Humiliation Value, for the sake of leaving herself a way out, all of this—
She had to please Chu Tian, had to satisfy his desires, even if… it filled her with disgust and pain.
She had to endure.
When Su Nian saw the brute’s imposing form beneath his demonic clothes… she was shocked.
It was a kind of indescribable shock, like a sudden towering wave on a calm lake, making her heart race and her breath quicken.
Though she had once possessed something similar herself, what lay before her was clearly not the same thing at all…
That size, that shape, that presence… all filled her with a vague terror and unease.
It was terrifying!
Su Nian cried out inwardly, her body trembling like a frightened fawn.
She instinctively wanted to retreat, to escape this horrifying sight, but she could not.
She had to endure, had to… complete her mission.
Disaster.
Fortunately, tonight she was clever enough to narrowly avoid skin-to-skin intimacy with a single lie.
Yet even so, every minute and second that followed was still an ordeal that seeped into her very bones.
She did her utmost to play the obedient slave, using every trick she knew to cater to Chu Tian’s unpredictable desires, just to find a sliver of breathing room amidst the humiliation.
Every forced coquettish smile, every trembling touch, was like a sharp blade hammering her pride and dignity.
Those unbearable whispers, those wanton actions, like demonic sounds from hell, lingered by her ears, assaulting her fragile nerves, nearly devouring her whole.
Yet in Su Nian’s heart, the flames of vengeance burned fiercely, sustaining her as she walked alone through endless darkness.
She clenched her teeth, desperately suppressing the surging disgust and hatred, mechanically repeating those revolting actions, like an exhausted puppet, her strings pulled by fate.
She reminded herself not to stop, not to fail at this critical moment.
She had to endure, had to persist, until that long-awaited moment finally arrived.
“Ding-dong, detected Host’s humiliating behavior, Humiliation Value increased…”
The System’s cold, mechanical notifications echoed in her mind again and again—monotonous and numbing, yet they became her only source of strength in that moment.
At last, when her face and hair were utterly filthy, her hands aching with exhaustion, and the endless torment seemed to stretch on forever, that long-awaited sound finally descended like heavenly music—
“Ding-dong, Humiliation Value has reached 100,000, meeting the minimum requirement for Destiny Reversal.”
In that instant, Su Nian’s heart felt as if it had been struck by lightning, trembling violently.
A wave of ecstasy surged through her like a breached dam, drowning all her senses, making her nearly weep for joy.
She did it!
She really did it!
She had finally gathered enough energy for Destiny Reversal.
At last… she could break free from this endless humiliation and torment.
“Master…” Su Nian’s voice still trembled, but now it carried an unmistakable sense of relief and resolve.
She lifted her head, looking at Demon Chu Tian reclining on the bed, her eyes flickering with complex, unreadable light, like a Phoenix about to be reborn from the flames.
“This humble one… wishes to wash away the filth. I beg for the Master’s permission.”
Su Nian suppressed the urge to strike immediately.
She now needed to find a better opportunity—when the demon slept or let his guard down—a chance for her to strike with all her strength!
Now, she would not gamble her freedom for the so-called honor of fighting fair.
Chu Tian lazily lifted his eyelids, his deep eyes like a dark, bottomless pool, quietly gazing at the disheveled girl before him.
Her exquisitely beautiful face was stained with tears and red marks of humiliation, her golden hair soiled and dull, yet it could not conceal her stunning beauty.
At this moment, Su Nian’s hair was a mess, her face haggard, her body stained with filth that made one uncomfortable—so pitiful that anyone would feel compassion upon seeing her.
In order to escape smoothly, in order to quickly break free from the shackles of the Lover’s Prison Collar, she did not hesitate to lower her dignity once more, humbly begging.
At last, Chu Tian was moved.
Perhaps it was her current vulnerability that touched him, or perhaps he simply saw her as a fish in a barrel, no longer needing to be guarded against.
The gloom in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a trace of barely detectable fatigue.
“All right, little wildcat, you may go. Go wash up.”
He nodded slightly, his deep voice tinged with hoarseness.
Hearing the demon finally relent, Su Nian’s taut nerves eased just a little.
She felt as if she’d been granted amnesty, slowly rising, her body trembling from having knelt for so long.
The pitiful girl turned on unsteady legs and fled toward the washroom as if escaping from a suffocating cage.
The door to the washroom closed behind her with a heavy “bang,” as if separating two completely different worlds.
Su Nian leaned against the cold door, gasping for breath, her chest heaving violently as if she wanted to suck all the air into her lungs.
She slowly lifted her head, gazing at the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror before her.
Reflected in the mirror was a disheveled, battered girl, yet one who radiated a strange brilliance.
Her tangled golden hair clung wetly to her cheeks, a few stray strands falling across her face, obscuring her once-bright features and adding a touch of shattered beauty.
Her once-lively, star-like sky-blue eyes were now veiled in shimmering mist, brimming with tears of grievance and humiliation, shining heartbreakingly under the light.
But deep within those tear-filled eyes, a flame called hope still burned.
The corners of Su Nian’s mouth curled upward, forming a smile of relief and determination.
That smile was like a snow lotus blooming quietly after the first thaw, her imminent, desperate counterattack.