The small rented courtyard, once a sanctuary of recovery, was about to become a stage for Wang Jian's most intricate and depraved performance yet. It was getting too crowded. Too many eyes, too many variables. He needed intimacy to spring his final trap on Lianhua.
He gathered his three newly conquered pets—Qiu Yun, Su Ning, and Bai Xue—in his room while Lianhua was resting.
"This place is too small," he declared, his voice low. "Having you all here… it's not comfortable. It cramps my style."
They looked at him, waiting for orders, their postures submissive.
"You three will rent a separate dwelling nearby," he commanded. "Stay safe. Stay hidden. Maintain your cultivation." He paused, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I will visit you when I can. When I need… release."
He wasn't just sending them away to wait idly. He had plans for them, too.
