Having finished his work, Zhao Yicheng took a step back.
His lips curled into a faint smile as he surveyed his handiwork, as though admiring a one-of-a-kind masterpiece.
The rebellious girl who had been clad in casual wear just moments ago was now stripped bare, bound tightly to the bed with fabric, her snow-white skin exposed to the air like a lamb awaiting slaughter—and in an utterly humiliating position at that.
The sight was… breathtakingly beautiful.
Zhao Yicheng’s gaze roamed freely over her body, lingering shamelessly before finally settling on the plump, peach-like curves of her rear.
“Master, I was wrong, I swear I’ll never do it again!”
Xu Yinsheng begged, her voice trembling as she squirmed helplessly.
But the more she struggled, the more an indescribable fear crept over her.
This is so unfair!
All she’d done was trash-talk him a little over text. Was that really worth breaking down her door in the middle of the night with a fire axe?
The internet was full of trolls—why did she have to be the one punished?
Couldn’t modern society be a little more forgiving?
Zhao Yicheng gave her one last heavy look before turning to leave.
“Ah—!”
Watching his retreating back, Xu Yinsheng writhed desperately in her restraints.
“Master, don’t go! Kitty’s still tied up here!”
“Lao Zhao, wait! I’ll tell you a secret—just untie me first!”
“Coward! If you’ve got the guts, come back and fuck me!”
“Zhao, you bastard! Once I get free, I’ll hire eighteen bodybuilders to give you the humiliation of a lifetime!!”
But no matter how she pleaded, whined, or provoked him, Zhao Yicheng didn’t so much as glance back as he strode out of the third-floor room, leaving her without a shred of dignity.
Xu Yinsheng twisted violently, trying to loosen the fabric binding her, but it only tightened further, cutting off her breath.
I’m done for.
Tears streamed down her face internally.
She was going to die like this—whether from starvation or thirst first remained to be seen.
Stuck on the bed, she turned her head away, only to meet her own reflection in the mirrored walls.
Her jet-black hair fanned across the white pillow, her limbs perfectly proportioned, her skin delicate and flushed.
The stark contrast between the pristine sheets and her restrained body was so visually striking that even she felt a thrill of excitement.
She tried to look away from her shameful state, but no matter where she turned—up, left, right, front, back—all she saw were endless reflections of herself.
Xu Yinsheng, bound.
Xu Yinsheng, helpless.
Xu Yinsheng, utterly at someone else’s mercy.
Every version of her in the mirrors seemed to glare back with disdain, mocking her in unison:
“Look at you—nothing but a woman now. A plaything. You’ve lost every ounce of your male pride.”
She wanted to escape, but there was no way out.
Trapped, powerless, it felt like an invisible hand was choking her, forcing her to stare at her own terrified reflection.
“Pathetic.”
***
Xu Yinsheng suddenly heard footsteps approaching from outside the door.
She wanted to turn her head to see who it was, but found herself completely paralyzed.
Zhao Yicheng, dressed immaculately in his suit, approached the bedside carrying a box of blue-and-white packaged cookies.
As he gazed at the red-eyed, pitiful-looking girl on the bed, he felt not an ounce of compassion. Instead, a growing sense of brutality threatened to consume him entirely.
“Little kitten,” he whispered by her ear—though to her, it sounded like the death knell itself—”If you survive this… you’ll still be my cat.”
“Drain you dry.”
“Wuwuwu… I was really wrong, I’ll never do it again!”
Xu Yinsheng sobbed uncontrollably, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Having once been a succubus herself, she knew exactly how potent cookies laced with “succubus tail essence” could be.
There was no middle ground—it would either take everything or nothing at all.
After the previous incident with Zhao Yicheng, Xu Yinsheng had considered throwing away the tainted cookies.
But they were simply too delicious, and as a former succubus, she was immune to the effects of the tail essence anyway.
So she’d kept them.
And now, she’d fallen into her own trap.
The next moment, a delicious cookie was shoved unceremoniously into her mouth.
No matter how desperately she shook her head or struggled, all her cries were swallowed down.
Zhao Yicheng watched her with a smile—the handsome, well-dressed man now radiating an unsettling neuroticism, the very picture of a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
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What made it even more unbearable was that Xu Yinsheng’s consciousness remained fully intact.
She was acutely aware of her own thoughts and every involuntary movement—the sheer humiliation of it all!
Zhao Yicheng’s eyes darkened.
This wasn’t enough.
Not nearly enough.
He wanted to see his little kitten broken and sobbing, begging for forgiveness—to make her truly understand her place as nothing more than a pet.
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