To get puppy-boy completely wrapped around my finger, I pulled out all the stops. From recitation of deep poetry and existential philosophy down to one-on-one art tutoring, I utilized every weapon in my arsenal. In my downtime, I took every chance to shrink the distance between us with subtly suggestive moves—like inviting him out to go swimming. Lounging under the beach umbrella, I lathered sunscreen onto his skin, letting my fingers slowly trace down the long line of his spine.

The verdict? He froze like a statue, his face boiling as red as a cooked lobster.

The System clicked its tongue inside my head: [Honestly, after successfully handling a big bad villain, playing a pure-hearted male lead like him is as easy as drinking water.]

Oh, look who’s offering expert commentary now, I mentally shot back. You’re the culprit who got me into this mess in the first place.

That evening, standing right outside the apartment door, I kept teasing him. “Be my art model tonight. No breaking promises, okay? Or I’ll have to show you how vicious I can really be~”

Recalling the scene from earlier that afternoon, the tips of his ears flushed a fiery red as he mumbled softly, “Okay…”

I chuckled, turning around to walk inside, thinking to myself: What a good boy… the more I look at him, the more I just want to keep him.

The second I turned to unlock the door, my entire body went rigid.

Staring right back at me was a pair of pitch-black, bottomless eyes.

Zhou Yan stepped forward and yanked me violently into his arms, squeezing me so tightly it felt like he wanted to grind me into his very bones. His voice was raspy, laced with raw fury. “Who is he?! Didn’t you say you’d only love me for the rest of your life?”

The System screeched in my head like an air-raid siren. I drew a sharp breath and shoved him back. “We’re over.”

The calm composure on his face shattered to pieces. The outer corners of his almond eyes flushed a deep, feverish red as he choked out, “I… haven’t signed the divorce papers. I don’t agree to this.”

I had never seen Zhou Yan like this. Over the past seven years, whether he was being exposed as an illegitimate child or beaten bloody during his family’s brutal power struggles, he had always maintained that serene, unfazed smile. But now, I just kept my voice ice-cold: “Sign them. Don’t you get it yet? You can’t satisfy me. The way you forced me was honestly sickening.”

From that day on, Zhou Yan became a shadow I couldn’t shake off. Terrified that Giang Du might spot him, I tried every trick to chase him away.

Until three days before the deadline. I pulled Giang Du close, and once we crossed that final threshold, his affection meter instantly maxed out. Right at that exact moment, I caught a glimpse of Zhou Yan’s figure quietly turning away and walking into the distance.

The System cheered like it was throwing a party: [Congratulations host on completing the mission! Would you like to teleport back immediately?]

I went dead silent. I had clearly won my fortune and my freedom, but watching the image of that pale-faced man stepping back at the door… I couldn’t bring myself to feel a single trace of joy.

It turned out I cared about him… and it had never been just about the mission.

That night, I drank far too much and stumbled back to the apartment. When I finally woke up, panic seized me—I was inside a luxury oceanfront villa. My wrists and ankles were chained down tight.

Standing beside the bed, Zhou Yan loomed over me, his gaze terrifyingly dark. His long fingers gently caressed my cheek.

“Wasn’t it nice when you were pretending to like me before?” he whispered softly. “I could have kept pretending I didn’t know you only approached me for a task. The System said you’d disappear once it was complete… but the mission wasn’t even done yet. Why did you go running off to someone else?”

I froze completely. He knew everything. He even knew about the System.

My voice trembled uncontrollably. “Actually… the target I was supposed to conquer was Giang Du. The System picked the wrong person.”

Zhou Yan’s face drained of all color. “So… I was just a substitute all along.”

As if losing his mind, he tore open his shirt and grabbed a pill bottle from the nightstand drawer, swallowing one down. Then, he locked his eyes onto mine, filled with a desperate, pathetic plea:

“Baby… look at me. I took the meds… I can make you feel so much better than he ever could now. Don’t leave me, please?”

Choking back tears, I whispered, “The mission is finished. I have to leave. You don’t need to torture yourself like this.”

Those words acted like a fatal strike, snapping the final thread of his sanity. The twisted smile on Zhou Yan’s lips vanished instantly. The air in the room plummeted to sub-zero, heavy with his ragged, desperate breathing.

“Leave?”

He echoed, letting out a haunting, terrifying laugh.

“What am I to you? A stepping stone for your level-up? A toy to throw away when you’re done? Dung Chieu Thu, you are cruel.”

Without warning, he pounced on me like a starved predator. He pinned both of my wrists together, snapping them above my head. The iron chains clattered deafeningly against the headboard. Zhou Yan leaned down, his massive shadow completely engulfing me, making me feel tiny and utterly consumed.

“Let… let go! It hurts!”

I thrashed against him, but the sheer strength of a man driven wild by aphrodisiacs and sheer despair was impossible to move. Zhou Yan ignored my frantic pleas. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, sinking his teeth in hard.

His broad hand suddenly cupped my breast, squeezing so forcefully it felt as though he meant to crush it. My softness yielded painfully under his brutal grip, sending a sharp ache mixed with a strange numbness pulsing straight through my nerves. He was no longer the gentle, doting man who spoiled me endlessly; every squeeze, every rough pinch of my nipple was laced with cruel, deliberate punishment.

Paying no mind to my terrified gasps, Zhou Yan slid down my body. He forcefully parted my legs, pinning them tight against his ribs. He plunged his face straight between my thighs, his wet, relentless tongue slicking over me, the squelching sounds of friction ringing out loudly in the quiet room until my scalp went numb. Every time he lapped deep inside, my body shuddered violently, my broken moans swallowed whole by his dark indulgence.

He lifted his head, his face flushed with sweat and dark, unbridled lust. His hands moved fast, unbuckling his belt and shedding his trousers. As his fierce, rigid length exposed itself completely, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing my head up. Before I could even react, Zhou Yan shoved his blazing core deep into my mouth.

“Mmph… I can’t breathe…”

The overwhelming fullness and tight friction filled my throat, choking me as tears spilled over my eyelashes. Seeing me struggle, Zhou Yan’s eyes gleamed with a crazed, possessive light. His hips began to drive forward, forcing me to take his relentless thrusts, every deep plunge hitting the back of my throat to claim absolute ownership.

The potency of the drug left him with zero restraint. Zhou Yan let out a low, guttural growl from deep in his chest as a thick, scalding stream burst directly down my throat. The searing heat made me tremble all over, my body instinctively trying to gag it back up, but his hard palm clamped tightly over my mouth.

He glared down at me, forcing me to swallow every drop down in sheer humiliation and gasping distress. When he finally pulled out, a thin silver thread hung from the corner of my lips—a stark mark of his ruthless taking.

Abruptly, he shoved me back flat onto the mattress. He climbed over me, grabbing both of my knees and shoving them aggressively back toward my chest, forcing me into an entirely vulnerable, exposed position.

“Zhou Yan… don’t… slow down…”

My feeble plea was completely devoured by his bruising kiss. With zero foreplay, he used pure, primal force to drive himself straight in, roughly tearing through the tight heat to bury himself deep within the innermost depths of my body.

“Ah…!”

My scream splintered in my throat. The sudden, tearing sensation caused my back to arch like a bow stretched past its limit, my fingernails desperately digging into the firm muscle of his shoulders until blood welled up beneath them.

Zhou Yan let out a low, satisfied groan. Under the heavy influence of the drug, he was like a wild beast devoid of reason, every heavy downward plunge bringing a wet, slapping rhythm of colliding skin.

“Look at me… Chieu Thu, look and see who is inside you!”

He growled out, his hands clamping tight onto my waist. His gaze locked onto mine, burning with a frantic, obsessive fire that allowed me no escape and no chance to close my eyes.

I was completely submerged in Zhou Yan’s madness, feeling every inch of the white-hot sensation wrecking me from the inside out. The only exit had been locked shut by his lust, binding me to suffer alongside him in this excruciatingly painful pleasure.