That night, inside the main house of Shadowmoon Manor.
Su Nian looked at the wooden box the maid had respectfully brought over, catching the maid’s envious glance as she left.
It was clear the maid believed it was a priceless treasure from Mo Yuan Sir to Miss Su Nian.
However, she knew all too well that the so-called “gift” from that bastard Horned Demon was, in fact, just a piece of clothing.
Opening the box, she felt an icy, silky touch at her fingertips.
Inside, as expected, was the “specially made maid outfit” that bastard Horned Demon had mentioned earlier.
Rather than a maid outfit, it was more like a few scraps of fabric barely able to cover anything.
The flimsy black lace mini-skirt was so short it was shocking.
Su Nian estimated that after putting it on, it would barely cover the tops of her thighs, and with even a step, she feared everything would be exposed.
For the upper body, there was only a small bandeau, also made of lace, its meaning unmistakably suggestive.
What shamed her the most was that, at the Horned Demon’s request, the Lover’s Prison Collar had also transformed into a delicate black lace choker adorned with a tiny silver bell.
Next to the choker lay a thin, black leather leash.
There was also a pair of extremely sheer black silk garter stockings, and a pair of impossibly high black heels.
Su Nian picked up the mini-skirt, lamenting the pitiful lack of fabric—she doubted it could even cover anything.
She closed her eyes and sighed.
Seven million Humiliation Value, and still a long way from her one hundred million divinity goal.
Mechanically, she changed into the outfit.
The cold stockings clung to her skin, tracing the graceful lines of her long, shapely legs.
Beneath the scandalously short skirt, swathes of pale, delicate skin were left completely exposed to the air.
After pulling on the bandeau and slipping into the high heels, every movement set the little silver bell at her throat chiming in a series of crisp, tinkling “ding-ling” sounds.
A wave of shame surged over her, but Su Nian forced herself to remain calm.
She walked to the table, plucked a grape, and popped it into her mouth.
The cool sweetness slightly eased the heat inside her.
‘It’s just an outfit… Nothing to make a fuss over. For the sake of Humiliation Value, for ultimate freedom and immortality, what’s a bit of shame?’
In her past life, she was a corporate workhorse, sucking up to her boss, posting “received” in group chats, all with no dignity at all.
And all that for a pittance.
From outside the door came the sound of familiar footsteps, drawing closer.
Su Nian drew a deep breath.
As those footsteps halted at her door, her knees buckled, and she smoothly slid to kneel by the entrance, lowering her eyes and raising the thin leash high above her head with practiced hands, awaiting her Horned Demon master.
A plush cashmere carpet had long since been laid before the main house’s entrance, so at least it didn’t hurt.
“Squeak—” The door to the main house swung open.
Backlit by the light, Chu Tian’s tall figure appeared at the threshold.
He looked down, his gaze falling on the kneeling, breathtakingly beautiful girl before him.
Golden hair cascaded over most of her face, revealing only her delicate chin and, at this moment, the tips of her ears flushed with humiliation.
That shockingly revealing outfit traced her exquisite figure to perfection, especially those long, black-stockinged legs glowing enticingly under the warm lights.
“Ding-ling… ding-ling…”
The bell at her neck trembled softly with her slightest movement, its faint jingle especially clear in the quiet bedroom.
Chu Tian’s eyes darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
The sight before him gave him an intense visual shock and an indescribable sense of conquest.
He reached out, taking the leash symbolizing absolute control, his fingertips—whether intentional or not—brushing against the girl’s snowy neck.
Su Nian’s body tensed.
Every time the Horned Demon touched her neck, she recalled the suffocating feeling of being choked.
She couldn’t even muster a single thought of resistance.
Chu Tian tugged the leash, stepping into the room.
Su Nian bit her lower lip, silently adjusting her posture, crawling in small steps behind him.
Being led—and crawling—by the Horned Demon was certainly humiliating, but at least this was indoors; no one else would see her.
Even Little Violet had been put away into the Beast Nest Space ahead of time, to be released again in the morning…
“Ding-ling, ding-ling…”
“Ding-dong, Humiliation Value increased by 26,967.”
“Ding-dong, absorbing humiliation emotion, Annoyance Value +26,967.”
Chu Tian’s hand, unyielding, led her all the way to the cold floor-to-ceiling window.
With a tug of the leash, Su Nian was forced to stand straight, palms pressed against the chilly glass.
The cold sensation spread from her hands, making her shiver.
Outside was the Central Garden of Shadowmoon Manor, meticulously tended, tranquil and vast under the night.
In an instant, she was pressed up against the window.
“Mmmph…!” a muffled cry of surprise escaped her lips.
‘What exactly is this bastard Horned Demon planning?’
If a maid from the manor, or—heaven forbid—some clueless visitor just happened to pass by and look up at her…
Wearing this so-called “maid outfit” that barely counted as clothing, the bell at her throat jingling with her uneasy breaths, hands raised and pressed against the glass, with the true master of the manor, Mo Yuan Sir, standing behind her…
Su Nian didn’t dare imagine further.
What would people think of her image…
“Ding-dong, Humiliation Value increased by 30,155.”
“Ding-dong, absorbing humiliation emotion, Annoyance Value +30,155.”
Though she was gaining Humiliation Value…
Though… there weren’t usually people wandering Shadowmoon Manor at night, but what if?
The fear of possibly being exposed to others at any moment made her heart pound like a drum, and it felt more complex than just being bullied before.
In the past, she always hoped to faint quickly.
But now, she was unusually clear-headed.
Every single moment of shame was sharply defined; she could even feel the subtle give of her high heels on the carpet.
Chu Tian watched with great interest as her back tensed and those long legs, trembling from fear, quivered slightly.
Of course, he would never let anyone else see his exclusive scenery.
The window was already shrouded by his dark magic, forming a one-way barrier.
Aside from indulging his own rather twisted desires, this also let Su Nian think she might be seen by others and thus be afraid… all to harvest more Annoyance Value.
Who told her to be so daring before, even daring to try and kill him?
If not for her concerns about her own demon pet, he might have really suffered.
This time, he’d call it a punishment for little Nian’er!
Su Nian bit her lower lip hard…
She could feel the man’s tangible gaze from behind her—and his presence steadily approaching.
The cold glass reflected her current panic and embarrassment; her long legs encased in black stockings tensed tightly, her calves in heels trembling minutely.
That night the lights in Shadowmoon Manor’s main house seemed to burn much longer than usual.
The faint jingle of the bell drifted intermittently in the quiet night.
“Ding-dong, Humiliation Value increased by 110,000.”
“Ding-dong, Annoyance Value +110,000.”
“Ding-dong, Humiliation Value increased by 100,000.”
“Ding-dong, Annoyance Value +100,000.”
“Ding-dong, Humiliation Value increased by 120,000.”
“Ding-dong, Annoyance Value +120,000.”
The next morning.
Su Nian woke up in the absurdly oversized bed of the main house, her whole body still a little sore and weak.
No one was beside her—clearly that bastard Horned Demon had already left to deal with his shady “business.”
Who knew what sort of scheme that man had going now…
She rubbed her eyes and instinctively called up her Attribute Panel.
After all the “hard work” of the night, she wanted to see how much Humiliation Value she’d gained…
But at first glance, she froze.
“Ding-dong, host’s Corruption Level has reached 45%. Enchantment Mark generating: transparent state.”
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