Su Rui noticed that most of the clients she dealt with had varying degrees of violent tendencies.
But this was nothing unusual—after all, most people’s suppressed emotions find release through violent means.
And she was perfectly positioned to provide them with those outlets.
If it weren’t for her rapid injury recovery, she wouldn’t dare take on clients with such violent inclinations just to make money.
The risks far outweighed the benefits; there was a real possibility that all the money earned would be spent on treating injuries.
However, having the self-healing ability changed everything.
On one hand, the clients gave her too much.
On the other, if she didn’t make good use of her healing power, Su Li felt it would be a waste.
Even though the wounds could heal, the pain inflicted when they released their pressure was unbearable.
Fortunately, Su Diao believed her pain tolerance was quite exceptional.
One by one, MOKA began fixing the clothes Su Li wore, her eyes growing wilder as she gazed upon the exposed pale skin.
She kissed Su Li with abandon, as if marking her territory.
Then she bit down hard on Su Rui’s skin, watching as her own teeth marks appeared, turning the skin red and eventually drawing blood that trickled down.
Admiring Su Rui’s flawless skin as if it were a masterpiece, MOKA’s gaze shifted from appreciation to jealousy, before a sudden urge to destroy this perfect work of art surfaced in her heart.
Her nails raked harshly into Su Li’s flesh, her lips trailing down Su Li’s body, kissing Su Que’s skin before biting fiercely again.
Feeling Su Rui’s body tremble slightly from time to time, a deep sense of satisfaction spread through MOKA.
She made all this money for what, if not to have the freedom to control the lives of people like Su Xian?
Though she couldn’t control them permanently, the ability to command them temporarily, forcing them to obey her orders, was immensely gratifying.
Those fans who admired and worshiped her would never know who she really was behind the scenes.
In their hearts, she was forever the singer who created songs that moved them—a God.
They would never imagine the song creation process was so sordid.
No, it couldn’t be called sordid.
This was art—art that others simply couldn’t understand.
MOKA looked at the teeth marks she left on Su Li’s skin, the reddened bloodstains near the pale flesh, and felt inspiration surge through her.
That elusive spark of creativity spread in her mind like a tide.
Her fingers forcefully grazed Su Li’s skin, as if playing an invisible symphony with her body.
During this process, MOKA felt her soul being stirred—an electric sensation that sharpened her thoughts.
As their bodies pressed closer, MOKA sensed a strange harmony flowing between them.
Melodies and lyrics began to take shape in her mind, the once vague ideas crystallizing clearly.
Her body rubbed against Su Rui’s, like an ink brush gliding across pristine paper to write a song.
The tapping on Su Rui’s fingers gradually ceased, and she gripped Su Rui’s neck tightly, biting down fiercely on her lips.
When the two finally became one, MOKA felt an unprecedented satisfaction.
Her inspiration gushed forth like a spring; her mind became extraordinarily vibrant.
She knew her new work had taken shape.
Rubbing, rubbing…
As long as she kept rubbing, her inspiration would continue to flow.
Eventually filling the barren well of creativity and the blank page.
The wet sensation traveled downward between her legs, and a satisfied expression appeared on MOKA’s face.
She eagerly released Su Li, grabbed pen and paper, and recorded the inspiration.
Her strokes were smooth and natural, every note filled with life.
Her song sounded like the music of the celestial path, enchanting and intoxicating.
MOKA’s new song was completed quickly, and she was eager to release it.
All of this stemmed from her love for music and her dedication to creation, born from her hard work and sweat.
Luckily, she hadn’t given up!
Otherwise, such a song might never be heard by others.
Humming softly the song she had written, MOKA had a strong premonition that this track would once again become a hit.
Her name would spread far and wide, reaching every corner of the land.
MOKA’s eyes shone with fanaticism, her breath growing rapid.
The mountain of pressure that had weighed down on her gradually dissipated.
Her mood brightened and slowly relaxed.
MOKA’s gaze shifted to Su Li.
At this moment, Su Li looked like a beautiful masterpiece that had been defiled.
The bite marks MOKA left on Su Li had marred this “perfect” artwork.
Yet MOKA felt no regret—only immense satisfaction.
Su Rui seemed to sense MOKA’s gaze, her expression remaining unchanged.
But to MOKA, that was just Su Rui’s forced calm.
Su Rui had always been like this.
Even when MOKA forcibly took her for the first time, all for money, she could only suppress her resistance and unwillingness deep inside.
She didn’t even dare to show the slightest discontent.
“Give me your phone.”
MOKA’s tone was icy cold.
Su Li didn’t move, so MOKA continued:
“I need to check if you recorded anything secretly just now.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not interested in what kind of social circle someone like you has.”
“But you know who I am. If my home address leaks out, it will cause me a lot of trouble.”
“If you don’t want our deal to end, you’d better cooperate.”
Su Rui furrowed her brows but still spoke up:
“I hope next time, if you have such a request, you tell me in advance.”
MOKA saw Su Rui’s impatience but paid it no mind.
Her tone was indifferent:
“This time it’s my oversight. Here’s ten thousand yuan for letting me check your phone.”
Her tone was lofty, as if bestowing a favor on Su Li.
When Su Rui handed over her phone, MOKA’s lips curled into a slight smile, her eyes full of disdain.
People like Su Qiang were like this—willing to do anything for money.
What was her dignity worth? How many yuan?
MOKA didn’t care about Su Li’s social circle at all.
She knew Su Li had no time to use her phone.
This was just to prevent Su Li from doing anything else before their interaction.
After checking the photo gallery and Su Rui’s call records, MOKA found nothing related to herself.
A faint sense of disappointment stirred in her heart.
Still, she paid Su Li eleven thousand yuan this time.
Only when Su Hun stood up to leave did MOKA slowly speak:
“Go. But if I find out you dare leak my address, I won’t let you off.”
“If you plan any revenge against me, I suggest you seriously weigh your identity before doing something you’ll regret.”