Chapter 8

Li Mo was woken by a wet, hot touch.

It wasn’t a dream. It was too real.

A warm, slick tongue was pressed against his shaft, licking from the root upward, inch by inch.

The pace was very slow, almost deliberate, the tip of her tongue lingering a second longer at every spot, circling lightly before moving on.

Li Mo’s mind still hadn’t fully come around, but his body had already gone hard.

Hard enough to ache. He snapped his eyes open.

A crystal chandelier. A luxurious bedroom.

This was the simulation world!

He was naked, the blanket shoved aside. Liu Ruyan was lying between his legs, her hair spilling down over his thighs, and she was naked too.

But there was something new around her neck.

A collar.

Black leather, buckled tight, with a thin chain attached to it. The end of the chain hung down beside the bed.

Liu Ruyan was focused on sucking him, her tongue circling the tip, her cheeks slightly hollowed by the motion. You could see the rhythm of her swallowing and taking him in.

Li Mo’s mind exploded.

One second ago he’d been in his rented room; the next, he was lying here, woken by Liu Ruyan’s tongue.

"Wha..."

He got out a syllable. His throat was as dry as sandpaper. When Liu Ruyan heard the sound, she looked up and lifted her mouth from his cock, drawing out a thin silver thread.

Her face was flushed red, not with shyness, but with the kind of red burned out by lust, spreading from her neck all the way to the roots of her ears. Even her eyes were wet, and mist clung to her lashes.

She looked at Li Mo, lips slightly parted, breathing unsteady. "Master... please... touch me... I feel so awful..."

Her voice trembled, every word shaking.

Blood surged through Li Mo in two directions at once, in his head and in his lower body. He braced himself on one elbow and sat up, looking down at Liu Ruyan.

She had curled up completely between his legs, her knees on the bed, her waist collapsed inward. The line of her back ran from her shoulder blades down to the hollow of her waist, her skin white enough to reflect the light.

Her nipples were brushing the bedsheet, stiff and perky, pink and shining.

The inside of her thighs was soaked through. Her arousal was running down from the base of her legs, darkening a small patch of the sheets.

Li Mo’s throat bobbed hard.

Liu Ruyan knee-walked forward two steps, then lifted the chain that had been trailing across the blanket and respectfully handed it to him with both hands.

Her hands were shaking. "Master... whip me... and then give it to me, okay...?"

Li Mo lowered his gaze to the chain in Liu Ruyan’s hands. At the end of it was a narrow leather strap, soft and carrying a faint elasticity.

Then he looked back at Liu Ruyan. She was still kneeling there, the collar around her neck rising and falling with her breathing, her eyes full of expectation, her lips bitten into a tooth mark.

The high-born Liu Ruyan from the banquet was kneeling in front of him, holding out a leather strap and begging him to whip her.

Li Mo unconsciously reached out and gripped the strap.

He raised his hand, and the strap cut a curve through the air before landing lightly.

Slap.

The sound wasn’t loud, but it was crisp.

The strap landed squarely on Liu Ruyan’s left nipple.

Her body arched violently.

"Ahhh~"

The sound squeezed out from deep in her throat. It wasn’t pain. It was the release of a pleasure pushed to the extreme, with a trembling upward lilt to it.

The spot that had been struck flushed rapidly with blood, the color shifting from pink to deep red, the nipple standing harder than before.

Liu Ruyan’s whole body trembled from that one strike. Her thighs clamped together and then loosened again, and another stream of wetness slid from the base of her legs.

Li Mo felt his blood vessels burning, and what little reason he had was about to be burned away completely.

He lifted his hand again.

Slap.

This time it landed a little harder on the right nipple.

Liu Ruyan’s trembling turned into spasms. Both hands pressed into the sheets, her knuckles whitening, while broken cries leaked out of her mouth in pieces.

"Ah... Master... Master... give it to me... please..."

Li Mo’s voice squeezed out through his teeth, hoarse beyond recognition.

"Kneel properly, little bitch."

Her body was still shaking, but she moved quickly. She turned around, facing away from him, knees spread, kneeling between his parted legs.

Li Mo braced himself and sat up. Liu Ruyan’s back was exposed to him, the curve of her shoulder blades beautiful, drawing inward as they fell to the deep hollows of her waist.

Below that was her ass, full and round, thrust high into the air by the kneeling pose. Between the two cheeks, he could see a flash of pink.

Her pretty jade-like feet were curled to either side of her hips, the arches taut, her pale toes pressed together, the soles faintly flushed red.

Li Mo’s gaze moved upward. Between her thighs, everything was wet.

Her tender petals were soaked through, glistening with moisture, opening and closing faintly as if they were breathing.

Liu Ruyan looked back at him, her eyes full of spring heat, her pupils already blown wide.

She rocked her waist and swayed her hips twice from side to side. The movement wasn’t large, but the curve was deadly.

"Master... hurry and give it to this little bitch..."

Li Mo was still holding the chain attached to the collar around her neck.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the reason left in his head was reaching its limit.

"Spread it yourself."

His voice was so low it sounded like it rolled straight out of his chest.

Liu Ruyan’s eyes lit up. She lifted both hands from the bed, reached behind herself, and pinched the edges of her petals, pulling them apart.

Without her arms to support her, her upper body collapsed straight down. Her face and chest pressed tightly into the sheet, her waist bending into an astonishing curve, forcing her ass even higher.

The petals she had pulled apart were fully exposed before Li Mo, pink, wet, the inner walls contracting faintly, a clear liquid hanging at the entrance and catching the light.

Li Mo’s breathing had already gone completely out of control. The strap in his hand jerked upward on its own.

Slap.

The leather cracked against her petals.

"Ahhh—!"

Liu Ruyan’s scream changed pitch. Her whole body jolted on the bed, her ass shuddering violently as it clenched, the muscles on the inside of her thighs tensing like bowstrings, her toes curling white.

A gush of liquid surged from inside her and ran down her thighs.

The sight in front of him stripped Li Mo of the last of his reason. One hand supported Liu Ruyan’s beautiful ass, the other pulled on the chain, and the glans of his cock pressed against her entrance.

He could feel the entrance convulsing, contracting, sucking at him.

Li Mo took a sharp breath and thrust his hips forward hard...

[Sexual function: not enabled]

A blue panel popped up right in front of his face with a slap.

From the waist down, he was locked solid. Not even a millimeter could move.

[Sexual function: not enabled]

[Sexual function: not enabled]

It popped up three times in a row.

Li Mo drove his fist into the mattress.

"You fucking expect a free ride out of me??"

His voice echoed through the entire bedroom.

Liu Ruyan flinched at his roar and turned to look at him. The haze in her eyes faded a little.

Then she climbed off the bed, ran naked to the dressing table, pulled open a drawer, rummaged through it twice, and came running back holding a bank card in both hands.

She dropped to her knees with a thud in front of him.

Both hands lifted the card overhead, her head lowered, hair hanging down on both sides, as if she were offering up tribute.

"Master... I’ll give you all the money... the password is your birthday... Master, please give it to me, okay...?" Her voice was thick with tears, her expression pitiful beyond words.

Li Mo sat on the edge of the bed, panting like he had just run ten thousand meters, looking down at Liu Ruyan kneeling on the floor.

She was holding the bank card overhead, completely naked, the collar chain around her neck dragging over the carpet, with two red marks still on her nipples.

The scene was absurd to the extreme.

The boss of a trillion-yuan conglomerate was kneeling there, handing him a bank card, begging him to fuck her, while he was locked solid from the waist down.

Li Mo reached out and took the bank card. The face of the card was black, with no bank name printed on it, only a string of numbers. He flipped it over. The back was blank.

"The password is your birthday..." Liu Ruyan said again. Her voice had gone much smaller. She kept looking up at him with a pitiful expression.

Li Mo tightened his fingers around the card and looked down at Liu Ruyan. In the real world, this face could crush anything in its path, but here, she was kneeling at his feet and begging him.

Li Mo put the bank card on the nightstand, then let go of the chain in his hand, bent down, and hooked a finger under Liu Ruyan’s chin.

Her eyes were wet. Her lashes were stuck together, and his reflection was caught in her pupils.