Just as Su Mu was still talking to Xu'er outside the door. 

The brunette who was lying on the sofa got up and slowly walked over to Young Master Zhao and the redhead. 

She didn't interrupt them, but knelt beside her friend, her hand reaching out to stroke Young Master Zhao's thigh. 

"Is there room for one more to join the fun, Young Master?" she asked softly, her voice still thick with pleasure.

Young Master Zhao opened his eyes, a predatory grin spreading across his face as he looked from the redhead, who briefly paused her ministrations like giving a blow job, to the newly arrived brunette. 

He paused slightly, his eyes following towards the entrance where Xu'er just got back inside with a naughty smile after teasing Su Mu. 

"Master…" The redhead whispered slightly.

"Hmmm…," Getting back to his senses, the young man rasped as he nodded his head stiffly, his voice raised, he continued. "Come, show me what else you've learned tonight, you filthy slave."

However, even as the brunette knelt beside the redhead, her touch eager and her voice inviting, Young Master Zhao's mind was elsewhere. 

He grunted, but his eyes, though looking at the two women before him, seemed to see something, or someone, else entirely.

The luxurious room, the expensive champagne, the two beautiful women in their revealing bunny outfits trying their utmost to please him, even the lingering scent of arousal in the air.

None of it truly held his focus. 

Instead, a persistent image started flashing in his mind: Su Mu. 

There was something about her, perhaps her initial nervousness, the hint of wide-eyed innocence, or maybe just the simple fact that she hadn't been immediately his for the taking, that had burrowed under his skin.

He remembered her clear eyes, the slight blush on her cheeks when Li Wei had introduced her, the way she'd stood her ground, however subtly. 

Compared to these practiced companions, Su Mu felt like an unopened present, a mystery, and the thought of her, for some reason he couldn't quite pinpoint, was far more captivating than the elaborate seduction happening right in front of him.

This constant mental replay made it incredibly difficult for him to lose himself in the moment, to enjoy the expensive pleasure he was paying so much for. 

A strange, simmering frustration began to build within him, an irritation that had no clear target, yet it was there, tightening his jaw and putting a cold glint in his eyes. 

It was an unknown anger, bubbling up from a place of desire or perhaps a deep-seated entitlement.

The brunette, eager to please, leaned in to kiss him, her hand sliding up his chest. 

"Tell me what you like, Young Master," she whispered, her breath warm against his neck. "I can do anything you want."

Instead of the indulgent smile she expected, Young Master Zhao's face hardened. 

His hand shot out, gripping her chin with surprising force, his fingers digging into her skin. 

"Just do your job," he snapped, his voice suddenly harsh and cold, startling her. The playful, luxurious fantasy of moments before was shattered. "And be quiet about it."

The brunette flinched, her eyes widening with a flicker of fear. The warmth drained from her expression. 

The anger, born from the young man with Su Mu and his inability to fully engage, was now being vented on the woman in front of him, who had done nothing but try to fulfill her role in the expensive fantasy he himself had requested. 

The coldness that had entered Young Master Zhao's voice now seeped into his actions. 

His grip on the brunette's chin didn't soften; if anything, it tightened for another moment before he shoved her head down towards his lap with a grunt of disgust. 

"Useless," he muttered, loud enough for both women to hear clearly.

The brunette squeezed her eyes shut for a second, fighting back a sting of tears – not from pain, but from the abrupt humiliation.

The redhead, sensing the abrupt shift in his mood, also tensed, her own ministrations becoming more hesitant and mechanical. The luxurious lounge suddenly felt a lot colder.

"Why couldn't she be here? Why was I stuck with these… paid dolls, who suddenly seemed so predictable, so bland, so utterly incapable of igniting any real excitement tonight?"

He yanked the redhead closer by her fluffy bunny tail, causing her to yelp softly in surprise and pain. 

"You too," he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. "Do something worthwhile. Earn your keep." 

His touch was no longer suggestive or indulgent; it was rough, demanding, and utterly devoid of any warmth or pleasure.

Just then, when the brunette, trying to follow his curt, barked instructions, accidentally brushed against him in a way he didn't like, he slapped her face hard. 

"Clumsy fool! Can't you do anything right?" he seethed. The sound of the slap echoed slightly in the otherwise quiet, luxurious room.

Both women flinched visibly. They exchanged a quick, terrified glance.

The brunette choked back a sob, her cheek stinging, the angry red imprint of his hand a burning reminder of her fragile position.

She quickly, clumsily, tried to restart what she was doing,

He'd pull their hair to angle their heads, shove them into positions he desired with impatient grunts, his fingers bruising their skin.

They moved as he commanded, their bodies pliant to his increasingly rough handling, but their eyes were dull, their earlier spark extinguished.

Xu'er, from her position on the couch, watched with an unreadable expression. 

Her professional smile had faded, replaced by a cool, observant neutrality. She made no move to intervene, as no explicit safety lines had been crossed.

Su Mu, on the other hand, leaned against the cool corridor wall for another moment, trying to get her breathing back to normal.

Her heart was still doing a weird little flutter-kick against her ribs. 

That woman was like a whirlwind – bold, beautiful, and completely unapologetic about what she wanted. 

And that whispered "You're mine!" still echoed in Su Mu's ears, sending a confusing shiver down her spine.

"Okay, deep breaths," she muttered to herself, finally pushing away from the wall. 

"Focus on work." She straightened her leather corset, an action that still felt incredibly strange, and smoothed down the lace of her miniskirt.

She made her way back to the counter, her mind focused on the attribute panel.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Su Mu focused inward. 

The flood of information she'd received when the panel hit 100% was still settling in, like pieces of a complex puzzle clicking into place. 

It wasn't just a status screen anymore; it was an integral part of her, a core aspect of her soul, or perhaps a gift from whatever cosmic chance had brought her to this world.

The information had been overwhelming at first, a torrent of concepts and functionalities. 

Now, as she began to sift through it, clarity started to emerge. 

Her "Golden Finger," as she'd half-jokingly thought of it, wasn't just a passive display; it was an active, adaptable system intertwined with her growth.

"Status," She called it up in her mind. Soon, a holographic display appeared in front of her eyes.

The most significant change from before was, that the panel's layout and the depth of information it now provided.

 [ Name: Su Mu ] 

[ Gender: Female ] 

[ Age: 19 / 97 (Estimated Lifespan Potential) ] 

[ Race: Human (Spiritually Awakened) ] 

[ Physique: 0.92 (+0.03) ] (Baseline Human Average: 1)

[ Spirit: 2.5 (+0.5) ] (Baseline Human Average: 1)

[ Core State: 'F-' Rank Awakener (Initial Phase) ]

[ Source Power: 0]

[ Cultivation Method: Lunar Disc Breathing Method (Incomplete Will Rune: 70%)] 

[Unique Skill: Upgrade Matrix ] 

Description: The host possesses a unique spiritual matrix capable of perceiving, absorbing, and repurposing ambient emotional and spiritual energies. This matrix can also interface with and upgrade designated skills, attributes, or even external spiritually resonant items. 

[ Core Abilities:

1. Empathic Siphon (Passive): Subtly absorbs ambient emotional and vital energies from nearby sentient beings, converting them into Source Power. The rate and type of energy absorbed depend on proximity, intensity of source emotions/vitality, and the host's current spiritual state. 

2. Insight Digitization (Constant): Continuously analyzes and digitizes complex information related to spiritual phenomena, attributes, skills, and energies. Provides quantifiable data for abstract concepts. 

3. Upgrade (Active): Host can use the upgrade experience to enhance or evolve designated targets like self-attributes, skills, cultivation methods, and spiritually resonant items. Upgrade direction and costs can be identified and selected through Insight Digitization.]

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