C3 Pervert Lunatic

The man didn't immediately slip his hand under her clothes; instead, his fingers gently traced her collarbone. Wherever he touched, Su Ranxi felt a subtle electric current coursing through her, a tingling sensation that was hard to bear. A yearning stirred within her, growing more intense with each prolonged touch.

Her breathing became uncontrollably rapid, and her heartbeat quickened. This was definitely not normal.

"Once touched, it's like a lover's intoxication—an unquenchable fire," the man's voice came, devoid of any emotion.

His words seemed to ignite a fire in Su Ranxi's chest, making her face flush and her whole body heat up. Yet her voice remained as cold as winter. "You certainly have some self-awareness, knowing I don't care for you, so you resort to such low tactics."

The man's breath caught, and then his hand clamped tightly around Su Ranxi's neck, squeezing so hard she couldn't draw a breath.

"Remember my name, Feng Muhan, because it represents the power to decide your fate," he declared.

Despite the severe lack of oxygen, Su Ranxi vaguely heard the name Feng Muhan. Even so, she didn't beg for mercy; instead, a defiant smirk played on her lips, as if doubting his resolve to actually harm her.

For a moment, Muhan felt a surge of deadly intent. But then he suddenly released his grip, watching her gasp for air with cold eyes. "There are plenty of ways to die here. Letting you die like this would be a waste of a billion dollars."

With the threat of death gone, Ranxi felt an overwhelming desire rise within her. Muhan, standing before her, was like a block of ice in the summer, irresistibly drawing her in.

Noticing her restraint, Muhan leaned close to her ear, exhaling softly. Her body shivered, and he gently flicked his tongue against her ear.

Ranxi's mind buzzed, nearly losing all sense of reason. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, but she didn't even notice.

Muhan's eyes sparkled with interest as he took her earlobe into his mouth. Instinctively, Ranxi tried to jerk her head away, realizing she could move. Without hesitation, she lunged at Muhan, but he deftly dodged her.

She moved so forcefully that her neck cracked audibly. The sharp pain brought a wince to her face, but it also cleared her mind a bit.

Wiggling her toes and fingers, she realized she had regained control over her body. Yet, under Muhan's piercing gaze, she dared not move, continuing to feign immobility.

"Do you know what I like the most?"

Muhan's hand slowly reached toward Ranxi's chest, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Taming the wild into the tame."

Master, god, beast, tame—what kind of descriptions are these?

Pervert, lunatic.

Ranxi cursed silently in her heart. Just as his hand was about to touch her chest, she prepared to fight back. But Muhan seemed to anticipate her move, pinning her hands so tightly she couldn't move.

Instinctively, she delivered a swift, precise kick aimed at Muhan's neck. A flash of surprise crossed his eyes as he deftly caught her ankle, pulling her body closer to his.

The desire Ranxi had been suppressing surged back with intensity. She struggled to maintain her composure, and in the next moment, she was mortified.

Her right leg was parallel to Muhan's body, while her left leg clung tightly to his waist, fearing she'd be pulled down.

"Your body is more honest than your words," Muhan murmured, leaning in closer, pinning her legs beneath him.