Chapter 5
“Please me.”
As Pei Wang spoke those words, Fu Xia’s body began to move, completely beyond her control.
She raised her hands and started at his waist, moving slowly upward.
The body beneath the uniform was firm and powerful, with just the right amount of muscle—exactly the type she would spam the ‘like’ button for when scrolling through videos.
When her fingers touched his abs, Fu Xia instinctively applied a bit of pressure.
She felt the muscles beneath her hand tense up instantly.
Unsure if this counted as “pleasing” him, Fu Xia lifted her gaze to glance at Pei Wang, as if seeking his approval.
The overhead light in the restroom flickered. The arrogant young master remained silent, making no move to stop her. He watched her quietly, as if in his eyes, Fu Xia were nothing more than a kitten extending its claws.
So, Fu Xia’s hands continued their journey upward.
Her fingertips brushed against the skin at his collar before hooking around his neck, and she clung to him like a koala to a tree.
The young woman rose onto her tiptoes, attempting to kiss his lips.
But Pei Wang was much taller than Fu Xia, and he was not one to bend down easily.
Pei Wang’s gaze fell upon Fu Xia’s face.
Her eyes were slightly unfocused, glazed over by the power of his Domination. When she couldn’t reach his lips, a hint of desperation and anxiety flickered across her face.
Pei Wang raised an eyebrow slightly.
The arrogant vampire’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He could feel the chaotic kisses Fu Xia, unable to reach her target, was planting on his chin and neck. A subtle sense of pleasure bloomed within him, and Pei Wang decided to give this human a small reward.
The dizzying sensation in Fu Xia’s head intensified.
Frustrated by her inability to kiss him, her eyes fixed on his moving throat, and she suddenly bit down.
“…”
The hand on her waist tightened violently. Pei Wang’s pupils constricted, and the next second, he lifted Fu Xia up and slammed her down onto the sink counter.
He gripped her face with one hand, his voice dangerously low. “Did no one ever teach you not to bite, hmm?”
The shock brought Fu Xia back to her senses.
She had bitten down hard. Looking closely, she could see she’d left a clear set of teeth marks on his Adam’s apple.
Fu Xia sucked in a sharp, silent breath.
Pei Wang’s gaze was not tender; it was cold and menacing. But perhaps the atmosphere was right, because the arrogant, cruel young master didn’t punish her for her actions. Instead, he leaned in, pressing down on her.
A kiss landed on the corner of her lips.
Pei Wang’s breathing was shallow, the hand on her cheek was ice-cold, and his lips held no warmth. The feeling of his body pressed so tightly against hers created an even stronger sense of oppression.
Fu Xia couldn’t push him away. Lacking any experience with this kind of entangled kissing, she didn’t know how to breathe and could only passively accept his cold breath into her lungs.
An uncontrollable thought surfaced in her mind.
…Kissing him doesn’t seem like such a bad deal, does it?
A desire for more, for a closer connection, to completely surrender herself to the control of the man before her, began to surface.
But the kiss quickly turned into a bite.
Perhaps it was the difference in their genders, but Pei Wang’s aggression was far more intense than Xie Rin’s. As if to retaliate for Fu Xia’s earlier action, Pei Wang pried her mouth open with the tip of his tongue. His canine teeth were sharp, and when he hooked the tip of her tongue and drew it into his mouth, Fu Xia was certain that in the next second, he would bite right through it.
It took all her strength to turn her head away. The prolonged kiss had left her dizzy and breathless. “Cough… haah… I really can’t, I can’t breathe.”
Pei Wang stared down at her, and after a few seconds, he lowered his head once more. He came in so close that Fu Xia felt his eyelashes were about to brush against her skin. Then she heard his resolute tone.
“Open your mouth.”
“I can’t do it.”
“That’s an order.”
Fu Xia instinctively tried to pull away.
But perhaps that movement displeased him, because she immediately felt a sharp sting on her lips.
A moment later, the metallic taste of blood spread between them.
He had bitten her lip.
Fu Xia tried to glance at the mirror beside them, but Pei Wang gripped her face and forced it back.
As if punishing her, he bit down on the wound on her lip, grinding against it again and again, his actions growing rougher.
He’s insane.
It was just like yesterday. The moment Pei Wang came into contact with blood, he became incredibly agitated.
The pain on her lip intensified. Fu Xia reached up and clawed at the hand holding her face.
Her palm snagged on something.
—It was the emerald cufflink.
Perhaps it had already been loosened during their struggle, because it came off in her hand. It rolled into the sink with a clatter and was instantly swept away by the running water.
Fu Xia: “…”
The charged atmosphere shattered.
Pei Wang lowered his gaze, glancing at the now-ruined cuff of his sleeve.
“Ha.”
It was a laugh that sounded more like anger.
Fu Xia trembled. “I didn’t know it would come off so easily.”
This is going to be the death of me…!
Pei Wang pulled his hand back and folded the torn cuff over once. “You now owe me thirty million.”
Fu Xia’s vision went black.
Thirty million was more than her life was worth. Could she go chase it down the drain right now?
The thought was there, but she knew it was probably a lost cause.
Pei Wang patted her cheek. “Get down.”
Fu Xia was still in a daze, but she complied instinctively.
Pei Wang sneered. “And then there’s the matter of last night.”
Fu Xia immediately sold out her roommate. “It was Xie Rin from the Art Division who hit you. It definitely wasn’t me.”
Pei Wang: “Is that why you were afraid of that girl just now?”
A silent scream erupted in Fu Xia’s mind.
Of course. Chen Wang was willing to come after me just for seeing her in an embarrassing situation. Why did I think Pei Wang wouldn’t care?
As if toying with a plaything, Pei Wang seemed pleased by her terrified, soul-has-left-the-body expression.
Fu Xia said, “I… I’ll find a way to pay you back. For now, can you just let me go to class?”
Those emerald-green eyes watched her with a haunting intensity.
Fu Xia bolted past him. Her hand had just touched the restroom doorknob when Pei Wang’s hand covered hers.
There he was again, closing in on her without a sound.
Fu Xia fought to suppress the chill creeping up her spine as she felt his fingertips once again trying to force their way between hers.
He said, “From now on, you will do whatever I tell you to do.”
It was a pure command.
“If you perform well, I might consider giving you a reward… for example, the invitation you want.”
He didn’t wait for her reply, as if certain she was already completely under his control.
Maintaining the posture that nearly trapped her in his arms, Pei Wang guided her hand to press down on the doorknob.
…
Fu Xia found fate to be a curious thing.
A few minutes ago, she was being ordered by the class queen bee to seduce Pei Wang. The next, she was kissing him.
Suddenly, she was saddled with a thirty-million-yuan debt and being forced to be a rich young master’s pet.
She couldn’t help but glance back at him.
Sunlight poured in through the windows, making the shadows in the hallway seem small in comparison. Pei Wang walked on the side farthest from the windows, hands in his pockets, his pace slow, a look of weariness on his face.
—He seemed to really dislike the sun.
Probably doesn’t want to get a tan. Pretty boys are all like that, Fu Xia thought, maliciously starting rumors about him in her head.
Right now, her back ached, her mouth hurt, and her heart ached most of all.
She was supposed to be faking the aftermath of being bullied by Chen Wang. Now, there was no need to act. She genuinely had to clutch her back and keep her head down as she walked toward the classroom.
When she got there, however, she found it completely empty.
Fu Xia: …
She suddenly remembered: the first period was P.E.
Back in the restroom, the sound of the running water had been too loud, and combined with her dazed state, Fu Xia hadn’t heard the class bell. It was only now that she recalled that first period was gym class.
Scholarship students couldn’t skip class. If she was marked absent, she might lose her scholarship for the semester.
She spun around and sprinted towards the gymnasium.
Lorenz Academy offered a lot of freedom in its curriculum, and P.E. had many different options. They offered everything from simple basketball and soccer to golf, archery, and horseback riding. To add variety to the students’ campus life, the available sports were rotated every semester.
Fu Xia’s athletic ability was passable, but not outstanding. Scholarship students were generally expected to fetch water, wipe sweat, and retrieve balls for the young masters and misses anyway, so intense physical exertion wasn’t required. She had never even tried aristocratic sports like golf.
In the previous two semesters, Fu Xia had chosen basketball and table tennis. This semester, she had planned to pick a relaxing indoor sport.
…But going now, she had no idea what options would be left.
This is all Pei Wang’s fault.
Fu Xia thought resentfully. She walked so fast she didn’t even care if Pei Wang was keeping up behind her.
The September weather was scorching.
By the time Fu Xia jogged all the way to the gym, the teacher was just about to close his attendance book.
He shot her an impatient look, ready to lecture the late scholarship student, when he heard a few of the students nearby whispering.
“…Isn’t that the young master who transferred from the Night Division yesterday?”
“Why is he with a scholarship student? And they’re late…”
The teacher’s eyes swept over the panting Fu Xia, noticing the cut on her lip. Then he glanced at Pei Wang behind her, and the scolding he was about to deliver changed entirely.
“There are no open classes left. Just give me your name.”
There was only one sport with remaining slots.
—Archery Tag.
It was a course based on archery. The game mode wasn’t difficult; simply put, players were divided into two teams, and everyone was equipped with a bow and arrows tipped with foam rubber. The field was set up with various obstacles for cover, as well as targets. Getting hit meant you were eliminated. The first team to either knock down all the opposing targets or eliminate all the opposing players won. The school had set aside a large area for the students to play, offering a much higher degree of freedom than a standard, fixed course.
Archery Tag was normally a popular activity; every year during the school’s sports festival, there were competitions between classes and grades. The teacher had probably added two extra slots just for them after hearing Pei Wang was from the Night Division—a subtle way to curry favor with the young master.
In a way, she was borrowing the tiger’s might.
After registering their names, the teacher pointed in a direction. “There, you two head over to the archery hall first.”
Fu Xia put on a grateful smile and offered a perfunctory “thank you.”
Without breaking stride, she turned and ran towards the archery hall.
Having such a large campus wasn’t always a good thing. By the time she reached her destination, Fu Xia felt like her already aching back had been put through a second round of torture.
So I’m not a gilded canary in a novel, huh? Turns out being a nobleman’s lover isn’t so easy after all…
Perhaps the sunlight on the path had been too intense, because Pei Wang didn’t follow her immediately.
She spotted Xie Rin standing in the crowd.
This class combined students from several different departments, and apparently, Xie Rin’s Art Division was among them. The exquisite, doll-like young man was surrounded by a throng of people, all of them trying to strike up a conversation, hoping to win the favor of their goddess. It was a stark contrast to Fu Xia, who was covered in sweat, bent over with her hands on her knees, panting for breath.
However, Fu Xia didn’t really know Xie Rin.
The smile on his lips was already tinged with a subtle impatience. If he hadn’t known that he would have P.E. class with Fu Xia, Xie Rin wouldn’t have bothered standing here at all. These noisy humans were like the incessant croaking of frogs on a summer night, going on and on without end. Not a single useful word came out of their mouths; they were the type of low-grade creature he wouldn’t even feed to his pet bats.
Xie Rin scanned his surroundings and suddenly caught sight of Fu Xia.
A genuine smile touched his lips. He raised a hand, pushed through the crowd, and walked briskly in her direction.
Comparatively, this human chosen by the Progenitor was at least a little more interesting—
“Sweetie, you took so long to get here…”
His words died in his throat.
With his excellent vision, Xie Rin noticed Fu Xia’s lips. Even though she had clearly tried to clean the wound, it wasn’t hard to spot the two small, circular punctures.
The smile on Xie Rin’s lips turned a few degrees colder. He raised a hand to her face and asked softly, “Sweetie… what’s that on your mouth?”