Evening fell, dusk deepened, and the stars twinkled.
The vast ocean sent wave after wave crashing onto the sandy shore, and as the tide rolled in, it stirred up a dazzling golden ripple—breathtakingly beautiful.
Spring river tides connect with the sea level, the bright moon rises with the tide, seagulls and water birds soar together, and the moon shares the same hue as the ocean—a truly picturesque scene.
Zhao Yicheng strolled along the beach, admiring this long-missed radiant starry sky, his heart full of emotion.
In just about a week, he and Xu Yinsheng would return to Bin Hai City, then take a plane to Tian Lin City to fully take over the company.
Life afterward wouldn’t be too hectic, but it wouldn’t be as leisurely as it was now.
At that time, would Little Yin remain confined in the villa or accompany him?
Zhao Yicheng pondered.
Then, he shook his head and chuckled softly.
Little Yin neither ran away nor fought with him anymore, yet he still thought about keeping her locked up.
Sure enough… he still wasn’t at ease.
After about half an hour wandering by the shore, the sky had completely darkened.
The bright moon hung in the sky, and wave after wave crashed on the sand, leaving behind scattered shells and shrimp before receding again.
Zhao Yicheng glanced at the pocket watch in his hand.
Tsk, 20:30.
Time to head back inside.
After dinner, Xu Yinsheng had asked him to take a walk by the sea to clear his mind, then said she’d prepare a surprise for him in the room—not to come back before 20:30.
A surprise?
A faint, almost imperceptible smile curved Zhao Yicheng’s lips.
A little anticipation.
Sure enough, Little Yin understood him best.
Passing through the lobby of the Sailboat Hotel, two rows of waitresses in qipao stood at the entrance, each stunningly beautiful—exposed shoulders, exposed legs, a dazzling sea of white.
Upon seeing guests, they immediately bowed in unison, calling out, “Welcome, welcome!”
Zhao Yicheng’s gaze swept over them one by one.
He had no interest in these painted vixens; they couldn’t compare to his own versatile Little Yin.
Arriving in front of the VIP luxury elevator, Zhao Yicheng was about to swipe his card when the receptionist enthusiastically approached him:
“May I ask if you are Mr. Zhao Yicheng?”
“Yes.”
“This is for you from your partner, Ms. Xu Yinsheng.”
She handed over a black card lying on the counter.
“Wishing you a pleasant stay.”
“Thank you.”
Zhao Yicheng accepted the card and discreetly passed a few hundred-yuan bills as a tip.
Unfazed by the tip, the receptionist returned to her post.
Zhao Yicheng examined the black card in his hand.
It was a room card.
Black as the base color, adorned with dark gold patterns, featuring exquisite relief designs and several lines of handwritten text.
“Ich Will MIT dir zusammen sein.”
(I want to be with you.)
Zhao Yicheng couldn’t help but read the inscription aloud, then chuckled softly.
He then pressed the card against the elevator sensor; the doors slid open.
The elevator rose floor by floor, a subtle sense of weightlessness accompanying the ascent.
The cold mechanical stretching sound penetrated the thick panels into his ears.
“Ding! Fifteenth floor reached!”
As the elevator doors opened, the classical duplex lobby instantly brightened.
The spacious, polished marble floor was covered with a classical wool carpet, and a gentle orange-yellow glow dispersed softly through the air.
Zhao Yicheng stepped out and noticed a cup of water and a piece of paper placed on a table in the lobby.
He picked up the paper, on which delicate handwriting was inscribed:
“To my dearest boyfriend, the surprise is waiting for you in the bedroom. I promise it’s your favorite (>mp<), and also, drink this glass of water—I added some succubus tail juice to spice things up (SwG).”
“Heehee (「3“)- Gong, by the time you’re reading this, you probably already know what’s about to happen.”
“You’ve been abstinent for so long, I think it’s time you let loose a little. Besides, I want to taste your flavor too ( 乙 、).”
The tender handwriting combined with the cute emoticons seemed to reveal the shy emotions of a red-haired dominant beauty wielding a pen with the innocent affection of a young girl.
The tip of the pen slowly left traces on the paper, blushingly adorable, as if mixed with a woman’s longing.
Zhao Yicheng suppressed a chuckle, drank the water, and walked straight ahead to a bedroom door.
He gently pressed his hand on the door.
Despite his enhanced strength being able to easily snap raw iron, this time the door felt heavy, as if it was about to open into another world.
This time, it wasn’t his forceful taking, but Xu Yinsheng’s willing offering—marking their relationship’s transition from master and pet to a normal couple.
Zhao Yicheng was somewhat happy.
Although not skilled in normal romance, he was still delighted because Xu Yinsheng had accepted him, even if only at the beginning stage.
The door opened. Inside, the lighting was dim but exceptionally bright, bathed in generous, free-flowing moonlight that coated everything in a silver glow, making all details crystal clear.
On the pure white cotton bed lay Xu Yinsheng’s snow-white, bare, tender body—wearing nothing but a small black fishnet lace panty covering her most private parts. On her lower abdomen, faint dark red patterns shimmered, adding a seductive allure.
The red-haired dominant sister’s pair of long, slender legs were completely bare, straight and elegant.
Slowly raising her gaze upward, a slender, peach-pink heart-shaped tail extended from her tailbone.
She tilted her head slightly, her red hair cascading like water, casting two coral-shaped, long and pointed shadows under the sacred moonlight.
Xu Yinsheng smiled brightly at the man by the door, eyes sparkling.
Her tail curled behind her, looping around her neck like a pink collar.
She said, “Come taste the flavor of the succubus dominant sister~”
***
When he woke again, it was already late at night.
A flood of sunlight poured in through the window.
On the pristine white sheets were unspeakable wet marks and faint “red lines.”
Regarding “fusion,” Xu Yinsheng had made some progress recently—she could now blend the best qualities of two species.
Simply put, it was like combining crafting materials in some games.
Succubus dominant sister—more precisely, a succubus half-blood Valkyrie.
Succubus essence brought extraction, vitality, and variety; the Valkyrie side brought valor, aloofness, and unyielding pride—perfectly satisfying every man’s desire to conquer.
After a whole night’s exertion, Zhao Yicheng slept until afternoon.
His enhanced body felt sore in a way rarely experienced, as if hollowed out.
Last night had indeed been fulfilling.
Xu Yinsheng was like a succubus straight out of an erotic anime—no, she was the real deal.
On every level, “intense.”
Zhao Yicheng thought if his body hadn’t been enhanced, he might not have even lasted a single round.
He changed clothes and got out of bed.
The room was a mess, the floor near the bed soaked, and Xu Yinsheng was nowhere to be seen.
Zhao Yicheng didn’t mind; she was probably back at the beach watching the beautiful ladies dance.
He permitted this little hobby.
At that moment, Zhao Yicheng noticed his wallet under the bed.
He picked it up, walked to the window, placed the wallet on the table, and grabbed the hotel-provided binoculars, preparing to look for Xu Yinsheng on the beach.
He adjusted the binoculars continuously, but she never appeared.
A frown creased his brow as if he recalled something unpleasant.
A trace of unease flashed across his face.
Unzipping the wallet, he found it completely empty.
On the beach, the elegantly dressed dancers continued their sultry performances, but only a handful of spectators watched.
Zhao Yicheng took out his phone and called the hotel front desk, asking them to check the surveillance. Minutes later, the front desk replied:
“Mr. Zhao, we just checked. Ms. Xu left the hotel at 4:30 this morning. A staff member happened to see her then. We also found that she used your credit card to take out a loan of 150,000 Hua currency at the hotel, then rented a speedboat. We can’t make any assumptions about her whereabouts.”
Hearing no reply for a long time, the silence over the phone was broken only by a light and heavy breathing, like the calm before a storm.
The front desk became anxious: “Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao, are you there…?”
A crisp, clear sound suddenly shattered the silence.
The cracked phone screen displayed the man’s face.
Zhao Yicheng slumped down into his chair.
His expression was as gloomy as still water.
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