Chapter 28

Chapter 28

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Jiang Yao was still laughing as his clothes were stripped clean, amused that Shen Mo, still injured, could do nothing to him.

Shen Mo took this as a provocation. He violently yanked off Jiang Yao’s shirt, tearing the shirt stays from the hem, which snapped back and left angry red welts on his face.

"Hahaha." Jiang Yao pointed at Shen Mo’s face, laughing until his body shook.

“You’ll be begging soon enough.”

A large hand moved downward, undoing the leather strap around Jiang Yao’s thigh. The flesh beneath was reddened, but fortunately, the leather was soft enough not to cause injury.

Shen Mo’s eyes burned as he deliberately stretched the strap with his fingers before suddenly letting go.

*Snap!*

It struck Jiang Yao’s skin sharply, drawing a muffled groan and a furrowed brow from him.

A dark thrill of satisfaction surged through Shen Mo. He even considered doing it again, hooking his fingers around the strap, only to be stopped when Jiang Yao squeezed his thighs shut.

“Acting all innocent, you slut.” Shen Mo’s gaze locked onto Jiang Yao like a python sizing up its prey. Jiang Yao tried to kick him away, but Shen Mo grabbed his ankle, stripping off his shoes, socks, and trousers.

With a weak kick, Jiang Yao’s long leg fell back onto the bed, his half-off trousers trapped beneath him.

Shen Mo reached to undo the other shirt stay. When his palm met nothing but smooth, taut skin, his expression darkened instantly.

Jiang Yao lay on his side, raising a brow slightly before parting his lips in a smirk. His slanted phoenix eyes seemed to taunt—*Why stop now?*

“Whore!”

“Slut, are you really this desperate to get fucked?”

“With how busy you are, you still found time to let someone else have you—are you that much of a sex addict?”

Shen Mo’s grip tightened, leaving bruises on Jiang Yao’s legs. Suddenly, he grabbed the leather strap from the bed, manhandling Jiang Yao onto his stomach in one swift motion! He seized his wrists, twisted them, and cinched the strap tight around his wrists!

"Wait—" Jiang Yao gasped, struggling weakly as he craned his neck to look at Shen Mo. "I—let me go—"

"Don’t you like this?" Shen Mo sneered, straddling the bed with one knee as he dug his fingers into Jiang Yao’s jaw, their breaths mingling. "Where’s the other one?"

"What other one?" Jiang Yao thrashed, even attempting to bite Shen Mo.

Shen Mo’s eyes darkened. He shifted his grip, pressing the fleshy part of his thumb between Jiang Yao’s teeth.

"Mmph!" Jiang Yao was forced to open his mouth, Shen Mo’s skin now between his teeth. But his jaw lacked strength—no matter how hard he gnawed, all he managed was to slobber on him.

“Pathetic. Who fucked the fight out of you?”

The wet, soft tongue held no threat. If anything, Shen Mo wished Jiang Yao would bite down harder—hard enough to draw blood, to make him sweat from the pain, if only to ease the hunger gnawing at him.

His grip on Jiang Yao’s mouth tightened until Jiang Yao felt his lips might tear. Only then did Shen Mo pull away.

"I don’t fuck used goods." Shen Mo picked up a discarded tie, standing abruptly as he fastened it with disgust. "Leave tomorrow. Have someone clean this room thoroughly."

Jiang Yao, weak, asked, "Is this how you always are?"

"What?" Shen Mo snapped.

Jiang Yao kept his gentle facade, but his words struck like a knife between the ribs: "All that pent-up frustration can't be good for you."

Shen Mo laughed coldly. He patted Jiang Yao’s cheek mockingly, just as Jiang Yao had once done with his shoe—like he was sizing up some back-alley whore. "Who do you think you are? Remember—if I want something, there’s nothing I can’t have."

The door slammed shut with enough force to rattle the frame.

The ship sailed smoothly across the sea, steady as a rock except in hurricane seas.

Jiang Yao lay exhausted by the window, the drugs still fogging his system. Even without being fucked, he looked well and truly wrecked—damp with sweat, soaked through and completely undone.

Then—

*Boom!*

Fireworks erupted in rapid succession, lighting up the sky in dazzling bursts. Cheers and gasps went up, only to be drowned out by the next explosion.

The door creaked open.

“Jiang Yao… are you okay?”

Fu Xiaoen tiptoed inside, surveying the room. He picked up the discarded leather restraint, his heart clenching before anything else.

Jiang Yao’s gaze flickered toward the door.

Fu Xiaoen: "You… how are you?"

"What do you think?" Jiang Yao managed a thin smile.

Fu Xiaoen kept his head down, unable to meet his eyes.

Jiang Yao’s body was flushed, his skin flushed with drink and fever-heat. His pale skin was flushed an unnatural red, eyes swimming with unshed tears. His vest lay discarded on the floor, his shirt tossed in a heap at the bed's edge, his tie hanging loose around his throat.

One leg of his trousers still clung to him, the other gone completely, along with one shoe and sock. Bruising fingerprints dotted his thighs, and his lips looked smeared, like someone had scrubbed at lipstick with their sleeve.

Jiang Yao was the very image of debauchery.

Fu Xiaoen picked up the blanket, tucking it around Jiang Yao’s narrow hips. When he went to pull the blanket higher, his fingers accidentally brushed Jiang Yao’s skin.

Jiang Yao jerked violently. Fu Xiaoen flinched, dropping the blanket as he recoiled, voice cracking. "S-sorry! I didn’t mean to—"

*Plip. Plip.*

Tears dripped onto the sheets, leaving damp patches.

Jiang Yao sighed lazily. "What's with the tears, kid?"

Fu Xiaoen: “Shen Mo's a fucking animal! How could he do this to you? That bastard!”

Jiang Yao’s lips curled. Suddenly, the million-dollar fireworks display outside couldn't hold a candle to Fu Xiaoen’s quiet tears.

Fu Xiaoen swiped at his eyes, shaking his head. "Did he... hurt you?"

"Hurt where?" Jiang Yao asked casually.

Fu Xiaoen: "..."

“Y-your... back there...”

Jiang Yao raised a brow. "My backdoor?"

Fu Xiaoen: "...Mhm."

"No pain, but I'm starving." Jiang Yao sent Fu Xiaoen away and struggled out of bed to take a cold shower.

The system said awkwardly, "You okay?"

"I'm fine." Jiang Yao wiped the water off his face. "Check how much money I have right now."

His first month's salary was €210,000, plus the €400,000 from selling his watch, along with some scattered gifts and tips, and the funds he skimmed from managing villa purchases. Altogether, it totaled less than €700K.

30 billion—even if he sold himself by the gram, he’d never save up that much.

The system reminded him, "You lost the €400K bet on Victor making it into the top ten in the qualifiers. He finished 0.3s behind a Red Bull driver."

Jiang Yao turned off the shower with a snap and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What about my body?"

The system said, "Your paralyzed body in the real world still only has 1% vitality. The chances of recovery are slim. Uh… actually, many people who enter the inner world choose to live here permanently, serving the Quick Transmigration Bureau for life..."

"No one wants to live like a puppet on strings." Jiang Yao grabbed a towel and wrapped it loosely around his waist. He stepped out of the bathroom and walked to the window to admire the fireworks over the sea.

The fireworks blazed like a dream, lighting up the sky in an instant, turning the whole world into a kaleidoscopic dream.

The system asked, "What are you thinking?"

Jiang Yao replied, "In this world, only Shen Mo can come up with that much money."

The system said, "Even if he loves you, he won’t give you all his money. And 30 billion—that’s almost a country’s ten-year budget! Shen Mo doesn’t have that kind of money either!"

Jiang Yao said, "Open the internal system. Let me see what 'golden fingers' are left."

The system opened the internal system. The Quick Transmigration Bureau offered all kinds of 'golden fingers'—some useful, some utterly ridiculous, like one that made you fart rainbows.

The system said, "You’re a junior butler. You don’t have the authority to change 'golden fingers'."

Jiang Yao said, "The 'gacha pool'."

The system opened the 'gacha pool'. The Quick Transmigration Bureau not only took a cut of employees' salaries but also offered many premium services. The 'gacha pool' was one of the most popular among internal staff.

For 1 million, you could randomly draw a permanent 'golden finger'. Since it was a blind box, you might end up with something useless, like the rainbow-farting ability.

The system asked, "You’re flat broke. Are you really going to try?"

Jiang Yao opened the product reviews. The most-reviewed skill was “visualizing the target’s affection level,” but that was a hidden blind box!

Among tens of thousands of blind boxes, it was considered rare. The difficulty of obtaining it was obvious—some suckers blew over 100M trying to get it.

It was indeed a good item. Jiang Yao asked, "Can you help me rig it?"

The system politely refused, "I’d be reset. And you don’t even have a million left."

His phone dinged.

A deposit notification.

A local account from Country G, under the name Kai Li Er.

A transfer of €520,000.

Jiang Yao raised an eyebrow. A text message followed shortly after.

"Merry Christmas, Jiang. The gift has been delivered to your residence. Hope you like it."

Jiang Yao’s clock struck midnight.

Another message arrived.

A UK account, under the name Victor Yue Er.

A transfer of €520,000.

Victor: "I heard this number has a special meaning in your homeland. Merry Christmas, Rabbit Butler. Don’t forget to think of me."

The system exclaimed, "Holy shit! No way!"

This was the proper way for the wealthy to pursue someone—more thrilling than being force-fed a pound of aphrodisiacs!

Jiang Yao said, "Draw for me."

The system protested, "There’s no way you’ll get it! That’s an SSS-tier blind box! Even if you do, its usage is limited!"

"The noodles are ready, Jiang Yao." Just then, Fu Xiaoen came in with a bowl of noodles.

Jiang Yao glanced sideways, his gaze shifting from Fu Xiaoen’s face to the top of his head, where a number flickered before settling at 70.

The system screamed, "Aaaahhh! WE GOT IT!!!"

Fu Xiaoen, *Lust Level: 1%*.

The system went berserk.

Jiang Yao said coldly, "Are you sure you didn’t misread?"

The system: "Huh?"

"Eat up!" Fu Xiaoen urged Jiang Yao to eat, glancing at his post-shower attire. The floating number above his head jumped twice, rising to 10%.

The system: "...Oh. This isn’t the 'affection level' blind box. It’s their lust meter."

Jiang Yao: "..."

As Jiang Yao ate, Fu Xiaoen mentioned that Shen Mo and Aunt Zhou were downstairs unwrapping Christmas gifts. When he got to the part where Aunt Zhou bought Shen Mo a box of pure gold condoms, he burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Jiang Yao smiled faintly. "I also received a gift I really liked."

"What was it?" Fu Xiaoen asked.

"Two deposits," Jiang Yao said, "and this steaming bowl of noodles."

Fu Xiaoen froze, his face flushing immediately. The floating number above his head jumped again, rising from 1% to 30%.

"Is there a gift you’d like?" Jiang Yao’s gaze was teasing, but his tone was perfectly serious. He was prepared—ready for Fu Xiaoen to ask for a hug or a kiss. He’d grant either.

Fu Xiaoen whispered, "I want you to come back to our country with me."

“If we go back, that bastard Shen Mo can’t touch you anymore.”

Jiang Yao’s breath hitched, lips parting soundlessly.

After finishing the noodles, Jiang Yao was helped back to bed. Fu Xiaoen straightened the room for him and, seeing his eyes closed, eased the door shut with a soft click on his way out.

System: "Host, why aren't you speaking? Are you tempted? The higher-ups said falling in love with someone you shouldn’t is destined to have no happy ending."

"You’ve misunderstood." Jiang Yao kept his eyes closed. "I’m not a good person. Saintly love isn’t my style—I prefer raw desire."

Money, sex—he chased both. Like his whore mother, he was born to be a whore too.

He could never be a good person. After all, in this world, it’s mostly the good who suffer humiliation. Better to be a villain—rich, untouchable.

The thrill alone might resurrect his dead mom just to spite her.

Jiang Yao laughed at the thought, his shoulders shaking, laughing until his eyes watered.

He had no ambitions left in this life. His only fix: making his mother’s corpse proud. As for whether he lived or died, it didn’t matter.

The next day.

The ship was still at sea. At five in the morning, the sky was barely lit, just a sliver of fish-belly white. Jiang Yao left his room, took the elevator down, and the reek of sweat and sex hit him like a punch when he reached the second-floor ballroom.

Someone threw a gangbang here last night?

Covering his nose, Jiang Yao smirked and took a few steps forward. Well, well—pale limbs tangled, bare as newborns, at least a dozen people sprawled out.

Did Aunt Zhou’s little cocktails affect them too?

A pack of cigarettes lay on a nearby table. Jiang Yao rarely smoked, but he picked one up, rolled it between his teeth, and lit it. His thin lips made soft puffing sounds as he inhaled deeply twice, finally making the air somewhat bearable.

"Delete last night’s surveillance footage from the second-floor ballroom. Wipe it clean—these aren’t people you cross." Hanging up the call, Jiang Yao wasn’t in a hurry to leave. He circled the area a couple of times, toeing through the strewn clothes.

Luxury watches, necklaces, wallets…

From his vest pocket, Jiang Yao pulled out a pair of gloves. The gloves snapped taut over his knuckles as he put them on. Cigarette between his teeth, he tilted his head, his smile both smug and sly—with just a flicker of pity.

Pity for the guests, that is. Those who came to Shen Mo’s parties often came decked out in their net worth. Whether they managed to hook a sugar mama or daddy was unclear, but they were about to lose two things.

First, the entrance fee paid to Aunt Zhou.

Second? Butler Jiang’s ‘discretion tax.’

One of the men lying with his back to Jiang Yao stirred awake. Bleary-eyed, it took him a dozen seconds to realize what Jiang Yao was doing. He frantically patted himself—his watch was gone! That was a fucking six-figure aviator watch!

The expensive outfit he’d decked himself out in couldn’t possibly…

Just then, Jiang Yao turned around—not revealing his face, but instead holding up his phone to block it. He was systematically photographing every naked participant of last night’s orgy.

The man: "..."

Quietly, the man lay back down, raising an arm to cover his face, playing possum.