"What is the status of the new toy?"
An hour later, in the master bedroom, Adrian Li—currently enjoying the submissive body of Nan Xiang—asked Number Four as she stepped into the suite.
"I have administered high-grade nutrient fluids and a cardiac stabilizer," Number Four reported swiftly. "The toy's heart rate has stabilized within safety margins. However, due to severe systemic dehydration and fluid loss, she will require at least forty-eight hours of rest before she can be deployed again."
Without waiting for an explicit order, Number Four shed her white lab coat, shedding her clothes before crawling onto the king-sized bed. She pressed her bare D-cup breasts flat against Adrian's back, wrapping her arms gently around his waist.
"Young Master, would you care for Number Four to assist with rhythmic leverage?"
Adrian remained noncommittal, but Number Four immediately began guiding his hips, applying subtle pressure to help him relax as he drove deep into Nan Xiang, who was kneeling in an arched, submissive posture before him.
"Fuck me deeper... Young Master's shaft is going to shatter Xiang'er's core! Xiang'er is so happy...!"
Nan Xiang tossed her head back, her breasts swaying wildly as she twisted her hips and let out breathy, exaggerated moans. Exactly how much of her dramatic ecstasy was genuine emotion and how much was calculated performance was entirely irrelevant—Adrian cared nothing for her internal thoughts anyway.
In this world, no one could truly monitor or control another person's deep subconscious mind without specialized hypnosis or psychic abilities.
Smack!
Adrian reached out, delivering a hard, stinging slap directly across Nan Xiang's rounded buttock. "Stop squealing like a wild sow. Can you not maintain basic elegance?"
"Mnnn... ah...!" Nan Xiang instantly clamped her lips shut, gritting her teeth as her dramatic shrieks dissolved into quiet, submissive whimpers through her nose.
"So, under current biological constraints, the toy can only be utilized once every three days?" Adrian asked, maintaining his steady rhythm.
"Her neural pathways have not fully adapted to her new baseline," Number Four clarified. "Once her biological system stabilizes, deploying her once per day will present zero risk."
Under normal circumstances, an ordinary woman subjected to such extreme fluid loss and neural overload would be biologically ruined after two or three sessions. However, with Adrian's endless financial backing—expending hundreds of thousands of yuan daily on advanced cellular recovery injections—her body would continuously regenerate.
"Very well. Ensure her biological adaptation is expedited," Adrian instructed. While a single daily session was somewhat restrictive, possessing such a hyper-reactive, world-class specimen was well worth the minor maintenance.
"Young Master, should we proceed with dental modification for the toy?" Number Four asked carefully. "Replacing her natural teeth with soft composite material would permanently eliminate the risk of accidental self-injury."
"Are there viable medical alternatives?" Adrian asked, continuing to work over Nan Xiang's hips.
"We can install flexible, rounded rubber implants," Number Four explained. "They eliminate all sharp biting edges while preserving her facial aesthetic."
"Handle it as you see fit," Adrian agreed indifferently.
As long as her visual appearance remained flawless, he held zero objections. In truth, Qin Yumo would never be trained as a standard oral slave anyway; given her 40+ SAF neural sensitivity, placing a shaft in her mouth would cause her body to instantly spasm, making hard enamel teeth an unnecessary hazard.
Hearing that formal business had concluded, Nan Xiang immediately resumed her exaggerated hip movements, letting out soft, rhythmic hums.
"Young Master... you are so powerful! Xiang'er feels like she's floating to heaven...!"
"Stop acting like a cheap whore. Clean it up," Adrian commanded, pulling back from her hips.
Nan Xiang quickly squeezed her thighs together to contain the warm liquid, hastily turning around on her knees to take his wet shaft into her mouth, using her tongue to carefully lick every drop clean.
While Nan Xiang was on her knees inside the temperature-controlled master suite, Gu Li was huddled in the corner of an underground subway station, shivering uncontrollably from the bite of the late-night draft.
She had never imagined in her wilder nightmares that the proud, untouchable heiress of the Gu Group could ever be reduced to such a pathetic state.
To secure basic survival cash, she had already sold her custom Chanel jacket at a pawn shop. She was now dressed in cheap, synthetic clothing purchased from a street stall—apparel she wouldn't have even deigned to use as a cleaning rag a week ago.
Even after being verbally abused by Gu Yuan's mother, Gu Li had stubbornly convinced herself that her elite intellect would guarantee a rapid comeback. After all, she was a top graduate from the Department of Finance at Shanghai University! As long as she put aside her pride and sought employment, how could a girl of her caliber possibly starve?
Yet, the cold reality of the corporate world had delivered a brutal, merciless slap to her face.
No matter which firm she applied to, every single interviewer rejected her application out of hand. The moment her name appeared on the background check, HR directors quietly tossed her resume into the trash. Even when she swallowed her pride to beg for an entry-level bookkeeping position earning a fraction of her former allowance, the doors remained firmly shut.
Several sleazy, middle-aged executives had subtly hinted that if she was willing to accompany them to private hotel suites, a job could be arranged.
The first manager who made such an advance was slapped across the face by Gu Li on the spot. But when she walked out of the final corporate building yesterday afternoon, the heiress had collapsed on the curb, weeping in sheer helplessness.
During that final interview, she had actually endured the fat manager's hand lingering over her spine. Had he not boldly reached for her chest, she might have genuinely surrendered her pride for a meager salary of 3,500 yuan a month!
To the former Miss Gu, 3,500 yuan represented the cost of a casual lunch or a single pair of designer socks. Yet here she was, nearly selling her body for such a pittance!
Grumble...
The sharp, painful twist of her empty stomach pulled Gu Li back to the cold reality of the deserted station. She hadn't eaten a solid meal since yesterday evening, and her remaining cash was insufficient to secure a room in even the cheapest motel. She had been forced to seek shelter on the concrete floor of the subway station.
'Maybe... maybe I should go find Lin Xiao and stay at her apartment for a few days?'
The suffocating hunger and biting cold stripped away the last remnants of her high-society pride. Although receiving charity from a girl she had treated as a domestic dog was deeply humiliating, her survival instincts were rapidly overriding her vanity.
Gu Li reached into her synthetic coat pocket to pull out her smartphone—only to freeze in terror.
Her pocket was completely empty.
'Where is my phone?! Where is it?!'
Panic exploding in her chest, Gu Li frantically searched her clothes, turning her pockets inside out. Even when she lacked the funds for food or shelter, she had refused to pawn her smartphone, because it stored the private contact numbers of her entire social network.
In the modern smartphone era, no one bothered to memorize ten-digit phone numbers!
If her phone was gone, her connection to the outside world was completely severed. She had zero idea where Lin Xiao actually lived—after all, what owner ever bothered to memorize the physical address of their dog's kennel?
"Target has been successfully isolated. Requesting transport team," a voice echoed quietly from the shadows near the exit.
The subway concourse was completely deserted in the late hours of the night, save for Gu Li frantically crawling on the concrete floor searching for her missing device, and a tall woman standing near the pillars speaking softly into a radio handset.
"All local surveillance feeds have been overridden by central override," the operator reported into her earpiece. "Execute silent capture immediately and exit through Gate 6. Unit 7 is waiting at the curb."
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