Bossy Lover – CH 002

Chapter 2. Pet Sacrifice

Outside the window, the whole city was brilliantly lit, a gorgeous, still landscape painting that lent a measure of peace and warmth to this otherwise masculine and cold room.

Su Mi sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the dark river outside the villa, which sat halfway up the mountain.

Yesterday, facing the man who held her life and death in his hands, she didn’t know where she found the courage to answer him as she did.

She had said, “I only have one thing. Will you take it?”

The man said nothing, got into the car, and his men tied her hands and legs before tossing her into the trunk. Perhaps due to the extreme tension and fatigue, she actually fell asleep in the dark, stagnant space. When she woke up, she was simply dumped into a bathtub. No one was around, only a brand-new women’s bathrobe and a plate of bread.

She devoured the bread almost instantly, then washed herself clean with painstaking effort. This was the most fulfilling meal and the cleanest bath she had ever had since she traveled through time, she realized. This is everything she needs now.

Finally, as she leaned against the bed and dozed off, the door opened gently. The light flickered on, instantly flooding the room. She squinted, then opened her eyes again. The cold, hard man from last night was standing in the doorway.

Unlike before, he was wearing a black military police uniform, its black and gold buttons neatly fastened to the neck, giving him a dignified, cold, and sharp-edged appearance. He was unlike any man Su Mi had ever met. His dark eyebrows, straight nose, and thick lips sculpted a rugged, hard-edged handsomeness. When his cold, dark eyes focused on her, Su Mi was inexplicably frightened, even without him saying a word.

He raised a hand and unbuttoned the top button of his uniform. Su Mi had never served anyone, but her time in this world had taught her quickly. She immediately walked over and gently took his coat.

A faint scent of alcohol wafted to her nose. Had he been drinking? This realization startled Su Mi. Subconsciously, she looked up at his face, only to find his dark eyes fixed on her with incredible sharpness and clarity. That gaze was a silent command.

Su Mi stretched out her fair, clean hands and began to unbutton his shirt, one by one. His compelling gaze bore down on her, forcing her to stare at his chest. She helped him take off the shirt, revealing his firm, pliable chest. Around his neck hung a thin, very old-looking metal chain with a small square metal plate attached. A hideous scar ran from his left chest to his right waist. Su Mi’s hands trembled slightly as she reached for his belt.

At that moment, a strong hand grabbed hers, and then his rough fingertips gently pinched her chin.

“Sir…” She panicked. After six months of wandering, her chin was already thin and pointed; in his palm, it looked even smaller. His handsome, tanned face was so close, as cold and calm as iron. The next second, he suddenly released her and turned to walk towards the sofa opposite the bed.

She stood frozen, unsure what to do.

The man leaned back on the sofa, one hand resting on the armrest, the other pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Through the curling smoke, his expression was lazy, and his voice was cold: “Let’s get to bed.”

Su Mi’s heart hammered. She sat back on the edge of the bed.

“Take it off.”

Su Mi’s mind went blank. She had thought this ordeal would be swift, completely unprepared for such a humiliating prelude. She collected her composure, and with trembling hands, unbuttoned her bathrobe, piece by piece. The girl sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, her body rigid and slightly hunched. Her clean little face was bowed low. She didn’t intentionally hide herself, but her hands instinctively clasped together, shielding her private parts.

The man stared for only a few seconds before stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray. “I can’t see clearly,” he said calmly.

Su Mi felt all the blood rush to her face. Her body was cold and numb, as if she had lost too much blood. The room was quiet, yet she heard a sharp voice mocking her—Su Mi, can you be more humiliating?

She slowly fell back onto the bed, staring at the silver-gray ceiling, which seemed bright yet dark. She spread her legs, her vagina exposed. With trembling hands, she reached for her private parts, gently parting her thick lips. The cold air on her most vulnerable and sensitive area sent a slight shiver through her body. Even without seeing his face, she could feel his piercing gaze, taking in every inch of her intimate area.

Quiet. Terrifyingly quiet.

After she maintained this humiliating posture for what felt like an eternity, the man’s footsteps suddenly approached. “Inspecting the goods,” he stated concisely.

Her heart leaped as she clearly saw his handsome face right above her thigh. His dark eyes were staring at her… Suddenly, a sharp pain came from her private parts. Before she could react, his fingers had already penetrated.

She stared at him with wide eyes. Perhaps her surprised, stupid reaction pleased him; he actually gave a cold smile, rubbing his fingers inside her, finding the sensitive bulge and kneading it.

His voice was hoarse and low: “You’ve never served a man?”

She replied lifelessly, “First time. Are you satisfied, sir?”

The man remained silent. He inserted one finger into her, then two, then three… She gasped in pain, but he ignored her. His large hands easily grasped both of hers, swung them upward, and pinned them above her head.

She watched his face slowly lower to her chest. A faint scent of alcohol lingered. Beneath his fluffy black hair, his sharp, angular profile pressed against her snow-white, plump flesh. He began to bite her rosy, pointed nipples, sending a wave of slight pain and numbness from her heels to her scalp.

Under the double stimulation, Su Mi’s pale face gradually flushed. She bit her lower lip tightly, her teeth clenched, refusing to make a sound despite the man’s teasing. The trembling sensation intensified, and Su Mi felt completely unable to control herself. A stream of fluid grew thicker and thicker, gushing from the deepest part of her body.

The man’s fingers slowly pulled out, and his lips left her breast.

She curled up against the sheets and looked up at him. He took a tissue from the side and carefully wiped his fingers.

When Su Mi saw the expression on his face, she was shocked.

No desire.

That cold face, those calm eyes, hadn’t relaxed in the slightest, even after the suppressed silence and climax. It was as if his soul had been coldly watching his body wantonly plunder her intimacy. Inspecting the goods. He was genuinely inspecting them, without any emotion. In his eyes, she was as lowly as a kitten or puppy. It was because she was so inexperienced that she had mistaken the “inspection” for torture and had been utterly defeated in the brief process.

“What is it?” As he was about to leave the room, she stopped him. “What were the results of the inspection?”

He paused but didn’t answer. The door slammed shut.

Su Mi sat in the brightly lit room, staring blankly at the closed door. Tears streamed silently from her eyes. She looked up at the clear moon outside the ornate window, a faint, sad smile curling her lips.

After that night, Su Mi’s days became unpredictable and anxious.

She had already guessed the man’s identity—a famous figure in Hope City who controlled everything, from the underworld to the corrupt Director of Planetary Security—but she never saw him again. This only made her more frightened. She had traded her body for her life. He had inspected the goods but hadn’t claimed them for himself. She was not so naive as to think he would just let her go or make her his woman. So, what fate awaited her?

Besides Su Mi, others wanted to know the answer.

Five days later, in the evening, the special car had just arrived at the Director’s residence. Assistant Mu, sitting in the front seat, couldn’t help but turn and ask Director Shang Zheng, “Sir, what’s so special about Miss Su? This is the first time in all these years that you’ve had a woman by your side.”

Shang Zheng indifferently took out a cigarette, lit it, and blew out a faint smoke ring. His tone was chilling: “The young chairman of the Zhou Group, who deals in arms, will return to Hope City next week.”

Assistant Mu was silent for a moment. “I heard he likes clean and pretty boys and girls.”

Shang Zheng said quietly, “Exchange her for a lower discount.”

Assistant Mu smiled and changed the subject. “The new mayor, You Mo Nian, is hosting a cocktail party the night after tomorrow. Who will be your escort?”

“The only son of the Yu family?”

“Yes,” Assistant Mu nodded. “The most distinguished family in the alliance.”

“Take the kitten with you,” Shang Zheng commanded. “Have someone clean her up.”

Assistant Mu was stunned before realizing he meant Su Mi. He patted his head and said, “Sir, even I would feel uncomfortable attending such an upper-class banquet, especially since Miss Su comes from a humble background.”

“Very good.” A faint smile appeared on Shang Zheng’s face. “I like doing inappropriate things.”

The Eternal system has eight planets. Five of these, with their five habitable cities, form the Human Alliance; the other three are occupied by the Zerg. Peace between humanity and the Zerg has lasted for ten years. The You family, the most powerful family in the Alliance over the past century, also holds strong military influence. You Mo Nian, the only son of the current Alliance President, You Linju, is a highly sought-after young talent in Alliance politics.

“Me?” Su Mi watched the servants, commanded by Assistant Mu, carry clothes, jewelry, and cosmetics into the room.

“Yes,” Assistant Mu smiled at her. “These were all bought with public funds. Miss Su, please enjoy them.”

Though she hadn’t been genuinely happy for many days, Su Mi still managed a slight upturn of her lips at the young, handsome assistant’s words.

“Can I put on my own makeup?” Assistant Mu stared at her pale face.

“…Yes.”

Assistant Mu nodded and walked towards the door, then stopped. Legend has it that the arms dealer, who trained as a medical student, liked clean boys, enjoyed torturing people, and also liked dissection. Assistant Mu found it difficult to connect the quiet, thin Su Mi with the corpses—limbs blurred and internal organs damaged—that were rumored to be sent out from Zhou Shaodong’s home.

“Miss Su, I’ll be back shortly,” he said, staring at her calm, cautious face. “You are very beautiful. Please enjoy this banquet.”

Watching Assistant Mu’s back disappear, a sense of foreboding washed over Su Mi. The young assistant’s hesitation and hint of pity gave her a strange feeling that her end would come after this banquet. That would be a very bad ending indeed.

An hour later, Su Mi stood stiffly in front of the dressing mirror in her high heels. As a former national defense student, she rarely wore evening gowns like this. She was momentarily stunned when she looked in the mirror at the girl in the long flowing dress and soft black hair. The glittering azure gem and the thin layer of rouge on her cheeks added a touch of freshness to her cold, dull face.

At that moment, the door behind her opened softly.

“Is this okay?” She decided to try to elicit some information from Assistant Mu, turning around to whisper, “To attend the last party before I die?”

But she was met with a pair of dark eyes.

She was slightly startled and immediately lowered her head: “Sir, you are here.”

Shang Zheng paused. In the six months since he arrived at Hope City, he had met countless women more stunning than her, all gentle, enthusiastic, and proactive. But the sad, slightly self-deprecating look on her face as she turned away just now reminded him that this was the first time a woman had made such an expression in front of him. So light, yet so depressingly sad.

She stood before him gracefully, a hint of flattery in her eyes. Her hands unconsciously clutched the hem of her red dress. The strapless gown and ornate jewelry only accentuated her delicate, clean features, giving them a faint, lustrous glow. It turns out that kittens are not just thin and docile. Sometimes, quiet despair was another kind of feminine beauty.

“Don’t try to escape from the mayor’s party.” Shang Zheng sat down on the sofa.

Su Mi stood there quietly. Then she turned to look at Shang Zheng and walked over slowly. Just like that night, humble and weak, she knelt between his legs, wearing a bright red dress.

He said nothing, his dark eyes watching her every move.

“Running away… I never even thought of it.” She looked up at him like a small pet. “Sir, will you please keep me?”

Shang Zheng looked down at the girl, curled up at his feet like a kitten. Her long black hair was like silk, and her waist was so slender it could barely fit in one hand. In her pointed little face, in her sparkling eyes, a sad, bright light flickered.

“Keep you?” He said indifferently. “You can’t even serve a man.”

Su Mi was silent for only a few seconds. She smiled faintly, a smile of humble submission. She raised her hand and slowly reached out. He didn’t stop her, only stared. She unbuttoned his pants.

“I can learn… learn to serve you, sir,” she whispered, reaching out her cold hand and gently grasping his thick erection. She opened her mouth and took the tip in with some awkwardness and difficulty.

A woman’s proactive embrace usually resulted in Shang Zheng coldly pushing her away. But she was too inexperienced to know how to stroke, so she used her small, pointed tongue to lick the tip of his penis repeatedly. The strange innocence, the strange stimulation, made Shang Zheng’s eyes darken and his throat dry.

He didn’t answer her, only looking down at her obediently. She was like a devout believer, tenderly and sadly worshipping her master.