Zhao Yiming blinked, and without hesitation, he whispered in his mind, "Trapping The Black Widow!"
["HELL YEEAAHHH!!! Finally, you've beco the kind of disciple I'm proud of too!!!"]
What the perverted deity said might've been right—or maybe Zhao was just blinded by greed. With that much money, he could do anything.
But the most ridiculous reason was because... Madam Ruan was exactly his type.
Su ilin had that soft, pure vibe going for her—and sure, she was a beauty in her own right—but Madam Ruan? She made his lungs forget how to function.
The curves, the confidence, the danger. It was the kind of woman you couldn't look away from, even if it killed you.
And now... now he could actually interact with her—maybe even touch her?! That was the kind of dream that made saints cry.
Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the system chid again:
[Ding!]
[New Quest Triggered!]
[Quest: Bait The Spider!]
[Objective: Make Madam Ruan choose between free money and DO what you asked for (ecchi, of course!)—or you'll fail and end up spending money on her instead!]
[Choose your dialogue and action carefully, as one choice will trigger chain quests with massive rewards!]
[Objective: Make Madam Ruan choose between taking free money and doing what you ask (ecchi of course), or fail and end up paying her instead!]
[Choose your dialogue and action carefully—one of them will trigger a chain of quests with massive rewards!]
Easy Mode: "Nope, I love my money—even if I love you more." (wink)
[Success Rate: 100%]
dium Mode: "Anything for you, my queen."
(Proceed to lend $100,000 and impress her with your wealth.)
[Success Rate: 85%]
Hard Mode: "Or I'll give you $10,000 if you agree to what I ask."
(Order her to sit on your lap.)
Zhao Yiming's eyes widened. It was the first ti he'd ever seen a hard mode with only a 20% success rate.
He hesitated for a second—then rembered his daughter once yelling, "YOLO!" while jumping off a swing.
He cleared his throat, trying to sound as smooth and cool as possible. "Borrow money from you again?" he chuckled. "Of course, I will."
Madam Ruan smirked, clearly amused, but before she could respond, he leaned in with a cocky grin.
"Or, I'll give you ten grand... if you agree to what I ask."
The room froze.
Luo Yanyu gasped, unable to believe the words coming out of his shaless mouth.
"Zhao Yiming, are you insane?!" Yanyu shrieked, yanking his collar.
Madam Ruan froze. Her smile faltered before her face darkened.
"You think I'd sell myself to you like so cheap whore?" she said, voice low and sharp as she stood up.
Her gaze snapped to Yanyu. "Yanyu. Out. Now."
"B-but Madam!" Yanyu stamred, clearly terrified.
"Please, forgive him! He's just... just a foolish, shaless man!"
"Out," Madam Ruan repeated. "Don't make say it again."
Reluctantly, Yanyu released his collar and backed away, glancing nervously at Zhao Yiming before slipping out the door, leaving the two of them alone in chilling silence.
The only sounds were the distant city noise and the water trickling from the aquarium. The air grew colder.
Zhao Yiming's spine stiffened. 'Oh fuck, I'm dead,' he thought. I'm so fucking dead.
But then... Madam Ruan moved.
She walked toward him, each step graceful, circling him like a predator sizing up her prey.
Her crimson eyes scanned him head to toe, calculating, evaluating, judging. He gulped.
Finally, she stopped in front of him. With a flick of her wrist, she lifted his chin with the curved tip of her smoking pipe and asked in a sultry tone:
"How much are you willing to pay, boy? Because ten grand isn't enough."
Zhao Yiming froze. He finally understood what she ant.
"I'll pay whatever you ask... assuming my wallet's still breathing," he said with a shrug, trying to sound casual.
Madam Ruan laughed softly. "I see. Then I'll make you absolutely broke."
He tilted his head. "Fair's fair. I assu that ans I'll get my money's worth?"
"Oh? Trying to haggle now, are we?" she said with a teasing smirk. "What a shaless man. Fine."
She leaned on the desk with sultry grace. "Tell . What do you want to do?"
Zhao Yiming walked over and casually plopped down into her chair, then gave his lap a light tap.
"Sit on ."
Madam Ruan blinked, stunned for a mont—then laughed. "Young n really have funny fetishes."
Still, she didn't hesitate. She moved closer and settled onto his lap.
The mont her body touched his, Zhao Yiming nearly lost it. Her thick thighs and soft ass pressed down on him, warm and heavy.
The scent of tuberose clung to her skin—sweet, heady, intoxicating.
His hands gripped the armrests, and in front of him, her full breasts bounced gently in his line of sight. He couldn't look away from the barely concealed cleavage, from that sinful slit between the fabric.
Her arms curled around his neck, fingers brushing lightly along his skin as she locked eyes with him.
"So? What do you want to do now, boy?" she whispered, her breath hot in his ear. "Slap my ass? Bury your face in my chest?"
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a purr.
"But rember—if you touch , you're paying for the rest of your life."
Zhao Yiming was too stunned to speak.
But then—his salvation arrived.
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[Choose your response carefully!]
> ... (Too nervous to say anything)
> Touching you? You're already all over . I want you to whisper dirty words instead.
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'Damn it, system really wants to say the second one, huh?' he thought.
His eyes flicked to the perverted deity comntary flooding in—rants about how hot Madam Ruan was and gifs of dogs barking.
Trying to keep his voice steady, Zhao Yiming leaned close to her ear and said, "Touch you? Why should I—you're already all over ."
His lips curled into a sly grin. "What I want... is for you to whisper filthy things in my ear."
Madam Ruan laughed darkly. "Oh... so you're that kind of man. A little pervert with a 'that' fetish, hmm?"
She reached into her desk drawer and pulled sothing out—a small, stiff riding crop. With one swift flick, she slapped it lightly against his cheek.
Zhao Yiming gulped. He could feel the heat rising to his face—and into sowhere else.
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear.
"Be a good boy and bark for . I'll press your cock between my thighs if you beg."
Sothing in him snapped. Her voice, her scent, the feel of her body—it all stirred sothing dark and primal inside him.
He was so fucking hard.
'Goddamn, I am a pervert and too old for this, at this point, I'm gonna die smiling,' he thought, nearly trembling.
'Eh, but I am young now, so it's fine, no heart attack, just a hard cock!'
Madam Ruan laughed again, low and wicked. "Oh, you really are young and full of energy."
She trailed the crop from his cheek, down to his jaw... then lower, tracing across his chest, making him shudder.
"You want to grind against your cock until you cum?" she whispered, the words like silk dipped in fire.
"Then sell your soul. What do you say?"
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