Shen Qingmei truly deserved her position as the best of the assassins he had taught. Within half a minute, seventy two cuts had been made on his body, ever single one of them perfectly ripping apart the fabric of his robes. Without a single scratch mark on his skin, her technique could be considered to be truly amazing.
Tearing off the last remaining cloth obstructed by the handcuffs, Shen Qingmei gazed at her handiwork with satisfaction. With her greedy gaze entirely lost on the Master’s perfect and faultless body, she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
His creamy white skin, hidden away from the sun for so many years, looked like it had the consistency of milk. But it didn’t look like sickly or weak. Instead, there seemed to be a hint of strength that threatened to burst out at any moment.
His well-built and muscular frame was extremely robust. Even in his current lying down position, the six packs of pure muscle were easily discernible to the eye. There was no unwanted skin or fat in the area, only insurmountable strength.
During her missions, Shen Qingmei had encountered numerous male talents. Though many of them were said to be the handsomest men in the world, not a single one of them could compare to Master’s beauty!
Tsk, the Heavens had really blessed this man too much! It was a good thing that he was a man and not a woman, or she would have been jealous to the max.
To be able to conquer an enchanting beauty like Master, the thrill was really too much!
Discarding her dagger, Shen Qingmei leaned closer to Master’s chest, lightly breathing in.
“So sweet… this must be the pure scent of the ylang ylang flowers.”
The scent of the ylang ylang was very unique, and could only be described as extraordinarily rich and musky. And yet it didn’t give anyone a crude impression. The scent seemed high-class and rare instead.
Master was not one to ordinarily use perfume. Yet when he bathed in the ylang ylang bath, the change did not seem to abrupt. It only seemed to bring out a more enchanting beauty in him.
Thinking back to that passionate painting on his wall, Shen Qingmei seemed to suddenly think of something. A serene light formed in the corner of her eye.
Why would this ascetic man, as lonely as a mountain in the winter snow, suddenly bathe in something as garish as the ylang ylang flower, and then wait for her in his chambers…?
Could it be… he secretly was in love with her?
Shen Qingmei was shocked by the wild direction of where her thoughts had taken her. Quickly, she overruled this idea.
Master was incapable of loving anyone. His position entailed that he had to be invulnerable, with no obvious weaknesses, and this current situation they were both in was merely him “pampering” his favorite tool.
Thinking up to this point, Shen Qingmei was reminded that every time there was a particularly hard mission, it would be unceremoniously handed to her. Shen Qingmei became infuriated at this thought and clenched her teeth tightly.
She grabbed the snake skin whip from the table, a cold, demon-like light glittering in her eyes.
“r, if you think it’s painful, don’t hold back… I want to hear you cry out.”
Master raised his head. Perhaps it was because of the ylang ylang flowers finally taking effect, but his cold and icy eyes seemed to glisten with a lustrous sheen.
Towards that titillating gaze, Shen Qingmei’s heart began to tremble. The whip in her hand struck forward, hitting that luscious skin with a loud “pa!” sound and leaving a red mark behind. She had long said that she wanted Master—did you really think she was joking?
Shen Qingmei couldn’t control herself anymore. Again and again the whip rose and fell, once, twice…
Who let him be so high and mighty, making him such an unachievable target?
Who let him be so cold, denying her even a smile?
Who let him be uncaring, to not only ignore her obvious affection, but to remain unchanged when she purposefully tried to pursue other people?
This was really too much!
Not only did he deny her everything she wanted, but he also refused to let her go! He had used every tactic to ensnare him to her side, going as far now as to… seduce her!
Bastard!
Despite all her hate and anger, Shen Qingmei did not dare to lie a heavy hand. Even though every sound of the whip could be heard loud and clear, it would not cause any serious damage to the skin.
Of course, as this was a whip, the pain would still be palpable.
But Master’s endurance was too good! Shen Qingmei’s hand began to become sore but she wasn’t even able to hear a single one of Master’s cries—not! a! single! one!
Aiya, she was so tired!
She threw the whip to the side. Afterwards, she pulled out a chair, allowing the man to lie against it.
She didn’t dare to look at Master’s face, afraid that there would nothing but despise inside of them…
She really was useless. Not only was she too afraid to truly strike out at him, she felt like the world’s saddest baby, unable to properly seize the moment!
Shaking her head, Shen Qingmei let out a breath, allowing herself to recuperate.
The candles she had lit had already melted to around halfway, the wicks falling limply to the side. Wax congealed at the side, forming flowery shapes. Shen Qingmei randomly grabbed a strand, holding it in front of Master’s face, ready to drip it over his clavicle.
Unexpectedly, Master suddenly reached out, preventing her moving her wrist any further.
Shen Qingmei stared blankly. How had he been able to escape the handcuffs without the key?
Your mother!
Someone tell her how he unlocked it! The key was still on the table! The handcuffs themselves were stilled locked!
The hand released her hand and moved the candle to the side, while his other hand took off the ribbon on his mouth. The Master languidly sat up. “Don’t put that messy thing on my body.”
Clang!
Shen Qingmei narrowly fell onto the floor.
She had been too careless! She forgot that Master had mysophobia!
With a flick, the candle fell onto the floor.
Suddenly, Shen Qingmei felt herself being carried!
For a moment, her entire world seemed to be spinning. The sweet smell of the ylang ylang flowers invaded her mind. Shen Qingmei could only feel her her brain suddenly explode, whatever thoughts in her mind disappearing with a bang.
By the time she had reacted, she was already lying on the bed…
And the man on top of her, if it wasn’t that Master of hers, who could it be?
Fuck! This position was completely wrong!
Shen Qignmei’s expression changed, unable to process this reverse situation. This kind of feeling was like someone had toyed with her.
“r! You played me!”
Master, as calm as ever, matter-of-factly pointed out, “I already gave you your chance.”
Shen Qingmei protested, “I haven’t played enough!”
Master’s gaze was as fluid as water. “Even if I were to give you more time, you wouldn’t be able to do anything with it.”
Shen Qingmei: …
Your mother! Why did he have to use such incisive attacks! Even if this was the truth, couldn’t he leave her some face?!
Feeling as if she had been wronged, Shen Qingmei looked to the left and right, refusing to meet Master’s eyes. She had never thought that there would be a day where she and Master would be locked in this kind of position on the bed… after a while of thinking, Shen Qingmei felt her cheeks turn red.
At the same time, she would never acknowledge her loss. Gritting her teeth, she stared at him. “Then… I want to be on top!”
Unexpectedly, Master was willing to properly discuss with her. “Okay.”
Saying this, Master’s hands encircled her waist, pulling her over his body and changing their positions.
Like this, Shen Qingmei could be considered to be sitting on Master’s body! And on the underbelly, too! And the person below her was Master, who was unclothed on his upper body! His long black hair was spread over the bed, creating a beautiful sight.
“Eh…”
Unable to do anything, Shen Qingmei paused. Suddenly, she even had the thought to jump off him and flee.
Seeing her indecisive expression, with her helpless to do anything, the Master’s lips suddenly raised into a small smile.
“So you have the evil intentions, but not the courage.”
Shen Qingmei, however, had completely missed what he said.
Because she saw that on that ascetic man, as cold as a ten thousand year old iceberg, who had never changed his expression to anything but a wooden stoicism, had suddenly smiled…
His smile was not obvious and only faintly there, and yet it was extremely bewitching to all those that saw it!
Shen Qingmei only felt her nose becoming hot. The smell of blood suddenly engulfed her, overwhelming all her other emotions—
Oh fuck, she was having a nosebleed!
Considering Master’s mysophobia, Shen Qingmei grabbed her nose, rolling off him and to the side of the bed. Before she could completely get off the bed, however, her line of sight turned black, and she crashed full on onto the floor.
Her last thought before she lost consciousness was Master calling out in panic, “Qingmei!”
Shen Qingmei truly deserved her position as the best of the assassins he had taught. Within half a minute, seventy two cuts had been made on his body, ever single one of them perfectly ripping apart the fabric of his robes. Without a single scratch mark on his skin, her technique could be considered to be truly amazing.
Tearing off the last remaining cloth obstructed by the handcuffs, Shen Qingmei gazed at her handiwork with satisfaction. With her greedy gaze entirely lost on the Master’s perfect and faultless body, she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
His creamy white skin, hidden away from the sun for so many years, looked like it had the consistency of milk. But it didn’t look like sickly or weak. Instead, there seemed to be a hint of strength that threatened to burst out at any moment.
His well-built and muscular frame was extremely robust. Even in his current lying down position, the six packs of pure muscle were easily discernible to the eye. There was no unwanted skin or fat in the area, only insurmountable strength.
During her missions, Shen Qingmei had encountered numerous male talents. Though many of them were said to be the handsomest men in the world, not a single one of them could compare to Master’s beauty!
Tsk, the Heavens had really blessed this man too much! It was a good thing that he was a man and not a woman, or she would have been jealous to the max.
To be able to conquer an enchanting beauty like Master, the thrill was really too much!
Discarding her dagger, Shen Qingmei leaned closer to Master’s chest, lightly breathing in.
“So sweet… this must be the pure scent of the ylang ylang flowers.”
The scent of the ylang ylang was very unique, and could only be described as extraordinarily rich and musky. And yet it didn’t give anyone a crude impression. The scent seemed high-class and rare instead.
Master was not one to ordinarily use perfume. Yet when he bathed in the ylang ylang bath, the change did not seem to abrupt. It only seemed to bring out a more enchanting beauty in him.
Thinking back to that passionate painting on his wall, Shen Qingmei seemed to suddenly think of something. A serene light formed in the corner of her eye.
Why would this ascetic man, as lonely as a mountain in the winter snow, suddenly bathe in something as garish as the ylang ylang flower, and then wait for her in his chambers…?
Could it be… he secretly was in love with her?
Shen Qingmei was shocked by the wild direction of where her thoughts had taken her. Quickly, she overruled this idea.
Master was incapable of loving anyone. His position entailed that he had to be invulnerable, with no obvious weaknesses, and this current situation they were both in was merely him “pampering” his favorite tool.
Thinking up to this point, Shen Qingmei was reminded that every time there was a particularly hard mission, it would be unceremoniously handed to her. Shen Qingmei became infuriated at this thought and clenched her teeth tightly.
She grabbed the snake skin whip from the table, a cold, demon-like light glittering in her eyes.
“r, if you think it’s painful, don’t hold back… I want to hear you cry out.”
Master raised his head. Perhaps it was because of the ylang ylang flowers finally taking effect, but his cold and icy eyes seemed to glisten with a lustrous sheen.
Towards that titillating gaze, Shen Qingmei’s heart began to tremble. The whip in her hand struck forward, hitting that luscious skin with a loud “pa!” sound and leaving a red mark behind. She had long said that she wanted Master—did you really think she was joking?
Shen Qingmei couldn’t control herself anymore. Again and again the whip rose and fell, once, twice…
Who let him be so high and mighty, making him such an unachievable target?
Who let him be so cold, denying her even a smile?
Who let him be uncaring, to not only ignore her obvious affection, but to remain unchanged when she purposefully tried to pursue other people?
This was really too much!
Not only did he deny her everything she wanted, but he also refused to let her go! He had used every tactic to ensnare him to her side, going as far now as to… seduce her!
Bastard!
Despite all her hate and anger, Shen Qingmei did not dare to lie a heavy hand. Even though every sound of the whip could be heard loud and clear, it would not cause any serious damage to the skin.
Of course, as this was a whip, the pain would still be palpable.
But Master’s endurance was too good! Shen Qingmei’s hand began to become sore but she wasn’t even able to hear a single one of Master’s cries—not! a! single! one!
Aiya, she was so tired!
She threw the whip to the side. Afterwards, she pulled out a chair, allowing the man to lie against it.
She didn’t dare to look at Master’s face, afraid that there would nothing but despise inside of them…
She really was useless. Not only was she too afraid to truly strike out at him, she felt like the world’s saddest baby, unable to properly seize the moment!
Shaking her head, Shen Qingmei let out a breath, allowing herself to recuperate.
The candles she had lit had already melted to around halfway, the wicks falling limply to the side. Wax congealed at the side, forming flowery shapes. Shen Qingmei randomly grabbed a strand, holding it in front of Master’s face, ready to drip it over his clavicle.
Unexpectedly, Master suddenly reached out, preventing her moving her wrist any further.
Shen Qingmei stared blankly. How had he been able to escape the handcuffs without the key?
Your mother!
Someone tell her how he unlocked it! The key was still on the table! The handcuffs themselves were stilled locked!
The hand released her hand and moved the candle to the side, while his other hand took off the ribbon on his mouth. The Master languidly sat up. “Don’t put that messy thing on my body.”
Clang!
Shen Qingmei narrowly fell onto the floor.
She had been too careless! She forgot that Master had mysophobia!
With a flick, the candle fell onto the floor.
Suddenly, Shen Qingmei felt herself being carried!
For a moment, her entire world seemed to be spinning. The sweet smell of the ylang ylang flowers invaded her mind. Shen Qingmei could only feel her her brain suddenly explode, whatever thoughts in her mind disappearing with a bang.
By the time she had reacted, she was already lying on the bed…
And the man on top of her, if it wasn’t that Master of hers, who could it be?
Fuck! This position was completely wrong!
Shen Qignmei’s expression changed, unable to process this reverse situation. This kind of feeling was like someone had toyed with her.
“r! You played me!”
Master, as calm as ever, matter-of-factly pointed out, “I already gave you your chance.”
Shen Qingmei protested, “I haven’t played enough!”
Master’s gaze was as fluid as water. “Even if I were to give you more time, you wouldn’t be able to do anything with it.”
Shen Qingmei: …
Your mother! Why did he have to use such incisive attacks! Even if this was the truth, couldn’t he leave her some face?!
Feeling as if she had been wronged, Shen Qingmei looked to the left and right, refusing to meet Master’s eyes. She had never thought that there would be a day where she and Master would be locked in this kind of position on the bed… after a while of thinking, Shen Qingmei felt her cheeks turn red.
At the same time, she would never acknowledge her loss. Gritting her teeth, she stared at him. “Then… I want to be on top!”
Unexpectedly, Master was willing to properly discuss with her. “Okay.”
Saying this, Master’s hands encircled her waist, pulling her over his body and changing their positions.
Like this, Shen Qingmei could be considered to be sitting on Master’s body! And on the underbelly, too! And the person below her was Master, who was unclothed on his upper body! His long black hair was spread over the bed, creating a beautiful sight.
“Eh…”
Unable to do anything, Shen Qingmei paused. Suddenly, she even had the thought to jump off him and flee.
Seeing her indecisive expression, with her helpless to do anything, the Master’s lips suddenly raised into a small smile.
“So you have the evil intentions, but not the courage.”
Shen Qingmei, however, had completely missed what he said.
Because she saw that on that ascetic man, as cold as a ten thousand year old iceberg, who had never changed his expression to anything but a wooden stoicism, had suddenly smiled…
His smile was not obvious and only faintly there, and yet it was extremely bewitching to all those that saw it!
Shen Qingmei only felt her nose becoming hot. The smell of blood suddenly engulfed her, overwhelming all her other emotions—
Oh fuck, she was having a nosebleed!
Considering Master’s mysophobia, Shen Qingmei grabbed her nose, rolling off him and to the side of the bed. Before she could completely get off the bed, however, her line of sight turned black, and she crashed full on onto the floor.
Her last thought before she lost consciousness was Master calling out in panic, “Qingmei!”
