CHAPTER 86: LIHUA’S SEX DUNGEON*

Lihua tilted her head with a smirk, tapping the whip gently against her palm. "Madam Ruan? I told you to call me Lihua, boy."

She put the whip on his nipple, making him shudder.

"Yes, I-I’m so sorry, Lihua..." he was flabbergasted.

"Good boy, long time no see," she said sweetly. "Especially after someone decided to sneak out of my bed like a thief in the night."

"Oh no..." he whispered, eyes wide in disbelief. "You kidnapped me because of that?!"

Her smile deepened. "Of course. Who else would dare tie up the great Zhao Yiming?"

Zhao Yiming knew Lihua was an underground boss like some kind of mafia or gang, but hell. Kidnapping him because of that?

’Must be that damned skill doing...’ he sighed, ’System, how much time left for me to use that Forbidden Command skill? Before this woman turns into a full-blown psychopath?!’

[3 Hours left until you can use the skill again!]

Zhao Yiming widened in horror, especially when Lihua walked toward the bed slowly, hips swaying, the click of her heels like a countdown to doom.

"You broke the first rule of one-night stands, darling..." she said, now circling him like a predator.

"...You made it unforgettable."

Zhao Yiming gulped.

The sound echoed louder in his ears than Lihua’s heels on the floor.

She looked like sin in human form—dressed for domination, her smirk practically dripping with "you’re fucked now." He didn’t know whether to scream for help or moan in surrender. Probably both.

"L-Look, Lihua," he stammered, tugging against the cuffs in desperation. "We can talk about this, right? Like civilized people?"

Her gloved finger pressed against his lips—firm, smooth leather silencing his panic.

"Shhh," she whispered, leaning close enough that her perfume filled his nose. She smells spicy, sweet, and dangerous.

"Civilized?" she murmured. "Darling... you’re buck-naked, tied to my bed in a dungeon. Civilized left the building two safewords ago."

His breath hitched as she traced a slow line down his chest with the handle of her whip. It was cold, teasing his skin, making every inch of him twitch.

"I didn’t tie you up to talk," she added, circling the bed like a hungry cat.

"You think you can waltz into my life, seduce me like some charming stray dog with nice hair and a big cock, then vanish without even leaving a note?"

"I—I didn’t vanish," Zhao Yiming protested. "I just... strategically retreated!"

Her eyes narrowed, whip-smacking the sheets beside his head with a snap.

He flinched. "Okay! I panicked! You’re too hot and scary! I thought you’d eat me alive!"

"Oh sweetheart," she purred, leaning over him with a dangerous smile, "I am going to eat you. But not the way you’re imagining. Not yet."

She pulled something from a drawer by the bed—a black eye mask.

"No! No blindfolding!" he shouted. "I like seeing my death coming!"

But she was already climbing onto the bed, straddling his hips with calculated grace. Her bodysuit hugged every curve perfectly, the zipper dipping just low enough to show a scandalous amount of cleavage.

"You’re not dying," she whispered, leaning down until her lips brushed his ear, "You’re learning."

Then, she tied the blindfold across his eyes as he couldn’t see anything at all. Even when the system chimed in, he just gulped as the quest was clear.

[Let Lihua do anything to you until she is satisfied!]

’Fuck this system! Just that? I don’t even have any choice like usual?!’

[No bro, this is a great watch now and Madam Ruan, damn, she knows how to make things interesting!]

’Damn it perverted God!’

Zhao Yiming’s world shrank into sounds, smells, the feeling of the leather tightening around his wrists—and the soft pressure of her gloved fingers gliding down his sides.

"Are you hard?" she asked sweetly.

He froze. "...N-no."

A giggle escaped Lihua’s lips. "Oh, you are, aren’t you?" she teased, running her hand along his thigh, not quite touching where he needed her.

"Tied up, helpless, blind... and still getting turned on? Naughty little thief."

"Th-this isn’t fair..." he muttered. "I didn’t sign up for this kind of—ah—"

He gasped.

Her lips brushed against the base of his shaft. Just a ghost of a kiss. Then they were gone.

He groaned impatiently while she already licking a slow stripe from the base up to the tip, stopping just before she reached the head.

He twitched. "Madam Ruan..."

"Hm?" she hummed innocently. "Is this not what you wanted? For me to get on my knees and worship this cock you so rudely took away from me?"

"I—I mean yes. But also, fuck!"

Her mouth wrapped around the tip—warm, wet, but only for a second before she pulled away again with a wet pop.

"I bet you’ve been getting spoiled," she said, stroking him slowly with one hand. "All those girls fawning over you... letting you cum whenever you want..."

Zhao Yiming grits his teeth, trying not to buck into her touch.

"I mean..." he groaned, "They do appreciate good work when they see it..."

"Not anymore." Her voice dropped, almost sultry enough to hypnotize. "Tonight, you’re going to earn it."

She sucked again—just the head, tongue swirling as she moaned softly around it like he was the dessert she had been craving.

The kind of BJ that was more torture than pleasure. Just enough to drive him crazy. Just enough to not let him finish.

He has never been in a receiving position like this, and kinda exciting but annoying at the same time. He couldn’t hold the tease anymore, his nuts were about to burst!

"Lihua, please," he gasped, muscles tensing against the restraints.

She pulled off again with a sly smile he could feel, even blindfolded.

"Please what? Use your words like a good boy."

"...Please... don’t stop..."

"Oh, but I will," she whispered, blowing cool air on the wet tip just to make him twitch again. "Until you’ve begged properly."

He groaned in pure agony.

She licked up his shaft again—long, lazy strokes. Then down to his balls, kissing each one like a gift. Her fingers teased his inner thighs, her lips hovering so close and yet never giving him the pressure he needed.

"You like this, don’t you?" she murmured, letting her nails graze his skin gently. "Being helpless. At my mercy."

"...Yes..." he panted, head thrown back.

"You want me to suck you until you can’t think straight?"

"...God, yes."

"You want to cum down my throat?"

"Y-yes... Of course! Look how hard I am already!"

"Then hold it," she snapped.

And just like that, she stopped.

Zhao Yiming writhed against the cuffs. "NO—!"

She laughed. Full-on laughed. Like a villain who just pulled the lever on the trapdoor.

"You don’t get to cum until I say so," she said, hopping off the bed and dusting her gloves like the job was done. "This is just lesson one. You’ve got a lot of sins to answer for."

Zhao Yiming panted like he just run a marathon. He had never been played like this in his life and he never wanted to cum this hard.

"...I’m calling my lawyer," he groaned.

"No one’s coming to save you, darling," she said, voice sweet as poison. "And even if they do... I might just invite them to watch."

"Damn it, Lihua! Fine, let them watch!