The moment he saw Zhao Xuan, Luo Changhao's mind snapped into a crazy idea: let Zhao Xuan fuck this woman.
In his mind, Zhao Xuan was from a modest background, a bit dull and introverted. Meanwhile, Ye Peiqi always acted pure and well-behaved at school — the complete opposite of the naked, writhing slut curled on the ground right now. That kind of contrast was irresistible to most men, especially someone like Zhao.
Plus, Ye was supposedly still a virgin.
The thought sent a flicker of arousal through Luo's body.
"Zhao Xuan? Good that you're here — come see who this woman is." Luo walked over to Ye Peiqi, ignoring her struggles, and forced her head around to face Zhao, even brushing aside her long, tangled hair so Zhao could see her clearly.
Zhao, of course, knew exactly who this half-collapsed woman was.
"Ye Peiqi?" His surprise wasn't entirely an act. He knew who she was, but what shocked him was Luo's bizarrely calm attitude toward him.
Once Zhao had a good look, Luo shoved Ye onto the grass, then looked up and said, "This woman acts all pure and obedient at school, but she's really a gold-digging slut. I paid her a little, and she let me play with her like this."
He turned to Ye, who was still covering her face and sobbing on the ground. "Isn't that right?"
Ye was near total breakdown, shaking her head between tears. "No… it's not like that… it's not…"
Luo raised his hand and whipped her twice — a special soft whip, so it wouldn't cut skin, but it left two red welts on her back.
"You know my relationship with Zhao Xuan. If you keep cooperating, you can still play the good girl in front of others. Otherwise, I'll leak everything I've got on you online and make you an internet celebrity." Luo threatened.
Hearing that, Ye seemed to realize things weren't spiraling completely out of control. She quieted down and stopped crying, though she hunched under the tree, arms crossed, head down.
Outwardly sweet and innocent to everyone, she secretly looked down on Zhao Xuan for his background. Tonight, having him catch her at her most humiliating moment was unbearable — but she had no way out now.
"Xuanzi, wanna fuck this bitch?" Luo finally voiced his intent.
Zhao was stunned. He never imagined Luo was into that.
"Uh… that doesn't seem right…"
Sure, Zhao liked beautiful women and SM, but he had a kind of cleanliness quirk. Girls with other men's history — like Yan Qing — were okay if they submitted fully and never betrayed him; he could even enjoy the mature-wife vibe.
But sharing a woman, especially in the moment, wasn't something Zhao, now a guy with money, could accept.
"Relax, she's a virgin in all three holes. No psychological burden for you," Luo said, clearly reading Zhao's hesitation.
"Still a virgin?" Zhao gave him a yeah-right look, staring at Ye's wrecked state.
Luo hesitated — explaining his condition was hard, even to a close friend. But picturing Zhao fucking Ye sent a long-lost thrill gathering in his loins.
After a pause, Luo pulled Zhao aside and confessed everything.
Zhao's jaw dropped.
"Don't act shocked. She's just a toy to me. I play SM with other escorts too — she's just lasted longer."
But Zhao's shock wasn't about that.
His system suddenly pinged:
[Snatch from the Tiger's Mouth: This is your first time facing another man's woman — and she's a virgin. By any means, make Ye Peiqi wholly yours.]
The system always nailed his deepest desires and turned them into missions. It happened the same way the night he deflowered Lin Jingjing.
"Wholly yours" obviously meant more than just taking her virginity — he had to seize full control from Luo and ensure Luo never touched her again.
Even if Luo saw her as just a toy, taking someone else's toy isn't easy.
Of course, Luo's impotence lowered the difficulty a bit.
Luo just waited for Zhao's agreement. He couldn't believe a regular student like Zhao would turn down the chance to defile a "goddess" in front of him.
"I'm not into performing for an audience," Zhao stalled, testing the waters. Truthfully, he couldn't stand the idea of someone watching him fuck — especially live.
He wasn't an AV actor.
"Don't worry, I'll stay on the path outside, won't peek. If you're scared I'll cheat, leave your phone with me — just make noise." Luo had lost his usual composure, face lecherous, even a little manic.
Zhao, experienced in this realm, couldn't comprehend minds like Luo's.
But partly for the mission, partly to humiliate Ye — who'd worn a pure mask while secretly despising him — Zhao agreed.
Luo unlocked the chain from the tree, handed Zhao the end attached to the anal plug, gave him his phone, shared the pump controls, then slipped into the bushes near the main road and crouched out of sight.
"Zhao Xuan… please… go easy…" Ye turned, clutching the chain. She knew there was no escaping tonight.
She didn't fear losing her virginity — truthfully, she'd been surprised it lasted this long.
She'd approached Luo for money, intending to use her looks to keep him as a wallet. But his family's power dwarfed her plans, and she lost control fast.
Luo never touched her — no vaginal, anal, or oral sex. Sessions were in a hotel room, full of whippings, wax, forced water loading, enemas, plugs, standing cages in heels, or vacuum public walks.
Learning Luo's condition gave her no escape.
So she feared not the loss of virginity, but being deflowered by Zhao in this setting.
But she had no choice. Her mask was torn off.
She didn't know Zhao knew far more than Luo had said.
"Must be exhausting, keeping up that pure-goddess act all the time," Zhao said, yanking the chain hard and pulling her close.
"I…" Ye tried to claim Luo forced her, but with Zhao's link to Luo, she swallowed it — speaking out would bring worse torture.
Zhao's next words chilled her more.
"I also know you act sweet to everyone, but inside, you look down on me. Talked behind my back, stirred people against me, right?" As he spoke, his hand slid from her slender neck down her back, pressing harder on the whip marks.
Zhao was only guessing from the –50 Friendliness stat, the rest pure speculation — but for girls like her, gossip and scheming were normal.
Ye's face went bone-white; her whole body trembled.
"I… I didn't…"
"Yeah, right. Want me to keep quiet? You know what to do."
Ye instantly knelt, obedient, her snow-white skin streaked with dirt, not caring at all.
"Please, Master Zhao Xuan, use my body however you want!"
Lin Jingjing and Yan Qing, though fully submissive slaves, had never referred to their bodies as "tools." Even Lin, embracing her slave role, still saw herself — and was seen — as a person.
But Luo's long training had conditioned Ye to see herself as an object. Like Luo said, with no sexual use, her body was just a toy.
"Stand up. Lift one leg, do a full split for me," Zhao commanded.