“An unfamiliar ceiling.”
Gao Sijin opened his eyes and found himself in a strange environment. His clothes had also been stripped off.
The place was exceptionally luxurious. The first thing that caught his eye was an obviously expensive crystal chandelier. Around it, he could see some glimmering antique murals, and the walls were covered with intricate, embossed wallpaper, giving the whole space a European palace-like style.
But Gao Sijin was in no mood to appreciate any of it. His entire body felt awful. His head throbbed with a splitting pain, and stomach acid kept rising in his throat.
The feeling of a hangover was, quite frankly, as disgusting as frog piss.
He squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to recall what had happened the day before.
He had been in high spirits yesterday. After work, he’d gone for a walk, planning to head home and write once he got tired.
But then, he ran into Yu Qingxue, who forcibly dragged him into her car and floored the accelerator, driving him over 370 kilometers away to Shengjing.
Later, they’d ended up binge-drinking on Shengjing’s Bar Street.
“That crazy woman…”
He remembered her saying last night that he was her prey, and that she would carve out his organs to sell on the black market.
Terror creeping in at the thought, Gao Sijin threw off the covers and quickly checked his body.
Fortunately, there were no wounds whatsoever.
As expected, it was just a joke.
“My phone…”
Gao Sijin glanced at the nightstand but didn’t see his phone there.
He then tried to search for his clothes, but couldn’t find a single trace of them anywhere.
“Yu Qingxue, where are you?”
The moment Gao Sijin called out, the crisp click-clack of high heels sounded from outside.
Soon after, Yu Qingxue, her hair tied in a high ponytail, walked into the room with a beaming smile.
Gao Sijin froze. Yu Qingxue’s current attire was seriously hitting every single one of his kinks.
She was dressed in a black maid uniform. The lace-trimmed hem and semi-transparent black suspender stockings perfectly showcased Yu Qingxue’s sexy, well-proportioned figure. The tight corset vividly accentuated her massive D-cup breasts, making it impossible for Gao Sijin’s gaze to stray from her collarbone and cleavage.
“Y-Y-You…”
“Good day, Master. I am your personal maid, Yu Qingxue. How may I serve you?”
“What the hell kind of game are you playing?” Gao Sijin shouted. “Are you messing with me?”
“That’s strange. May I ask what Qingxue has done to anger you, Master?”
Although Yu Qingxue’s expression was utterly devout, like a real maid’s, Gao Sijin caught a mischievous, prankish smirk on her face. As expected, she was just toying with him for her own amusement.
“Where is my phone?”
“Qingxue is safekeeping Master’s phone. Please do not worry, Master.”
“Don’t call me Master!”
“Yes, Master.”
“If provoking anger were a talent, you’d undoubtedly be a genius. Forget it, I’m leaving. You booked this hotel, right?”
Gao Sijin climbed out of bed. Due to his hangover, his head felt heavy and his feet light.
But he had to get back quickly. He hadn’t updated his readers yesterday. No matter what, he had to make up for the missed chapters.
The moment his feet hit the floor, Gao Sijin stumbled and nearly fell flat.
Luckily, Yu Qingxue caught his body just in time and helped him back onto the soft, plush bed.
“Master, you should rest a while longer. Besides, your clothes aren’t finished washing yet. You’ll most likely have to stay here another night.” Yu Qingxue casually swept her eyes over the opulent interior decor around them and said, “Staying in a place like this… it truly is beneath you, Master.”
“Can you stop with the master-servant roleplay? Is this fun for you?”
Gao Sijin yelled.
“It is fun.”
Yu Qingxue, all smiles, sat down on Gao Sijin’s bed. Sitting on the same bed as such a stunningly sexy and beautiful woman was a first in Gao Sijin’s life.
He gulped, masking his shyness with anger as he said:
“I don’t think it’s fun. Hurry up and return things to normal!”
“Impossible, right? After you clearly wrote that kind of story, how could you possibly think it’s not fun?”
Yu Qingxue draped her slender, jade-like arm over Gao Sijin’s shoulder.
“The story of a weak, kind master being reverse-ravished by a powerful, evil maid… I really have to hand it to you for thinking that up, Sijin. I admire you more and more. After I got your phone yesterday, I spent the whole night reading your stuff.”
“How could you invade someone else’s privacy!”
“How is that invading your privacy? I subscribed to your book directly. Oh, and I also tipped you. Look.”
On the phone screen, Gao Sijin’s story about the yandere maid was flooded with tips. The comment section was filled entirely with messages like “This big shot is awesome!”
“How much did you tip me?”
“Not much, just a hundred thousand.”
“You call that ‘not much’?”
“A hundred thousand truly isn’t much for me. The main thing is, I really enjoy your book.” Yu Qingxue crossed her long, slender legs. The perfect curves outlined by the black stockings made anyone’s heart itch just looking at them. She leaned forward. “Do you think there could be a girl who, after reading your story, would fall in love with you?”
“Absolutely not.”
“But how come I feel like I’ve been poisoned? My chest feels so hot, like it’s being burned by a flame…”
Yu Qingxue leaned closer to Gao Sijin, and Gao Sijin shrank back. Even though Yu Qingxue was a world-class beauty, her closeness inexplicably stirred a sense of unease within him.
He considered himself a self-aware moth.
The flame was indeed bright and warm, but the moment you touched it, you’d be burned to death.
Perhaps because of this inferiority complex, the male leads in his stories were often passive. The perfect, assertive maids would be pushed away again and again by the dense male lead, finally giving rise to the idea of confining the male lead as their personal plaything.
He was ashamed to admit it, but while losing freedom was tragic, being possessed by such an extreme love must surely be something to envy.
“Deep down, are you wishing for me to push you down, just like the maid in your book?”
Yu Qingxue crawled onto the large bed like a big cat, slowly approaching Gao Sijin, as if she might pounce and pin him beneath her at any moment.
“I’ve never thought about that kind of thing.”
“Liar. Your face is all red. And down below… isn’t that a reaction too?”
She deliberately tugged down the lace collar at her chest, allowing the spring scenery hidden within to leak directly into Gao Sijin’s eyes.
—Thump thump, thump thump…
Gao Sijin’s heart pounded fiercely. He averted his gaze elsewhere.
“Qingxue, we should wait until we’re more familiar with each other before this kind of thing. Don’t be impulsive.”
“What if I do get impulsive?”
“I don’t know…”
“Are you saying you’re implicitly giving me permission to do something overboard to you?”
Yu Qingxue licked her moist, sexy lips.
“That’s not what I meant. Regardless, no means no.”
Gao Sijin scrambled off the bed as if fleeing.
“Hahaha, you really are such a wimp,” Yu Qingxue burst out laughing. “But that wimpiness mixed with kindness… it’s not entirely unlikable. So, dear Master, go take a shower in a bit, and then let’s head down together for the breakfast buffet.”
“When can I go home?”
“Once I’ve had my fill of fun, I’ll take you home.”
