I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!

They barely made it through the hallway before Ruan Lihua's patience snapped. Her heels clicked with urgency as she opened her bedroom door, then spun around and pushed Zhao Yiming inside with a devilish smile.

"You've been staring at me all day," she purred. "Time to make it worth my while."

Before he could say a word, she shoved him onto the bed. Zhao Yiming raised an eyebrow, more amused than surprised.

After all, the one who stared at him like he was prey was Ruan Lihua all along.

Ruan Lihua climbed on top of him like a queen taking her throne, her eyes dark with mischief and heat.

"You're not even trying to pretend you want romance first?" he asked with a smirk.

She leaned close, her breath hot against his neck. "You want sweet talk, go date a virgin. I'm not here to cuddle."

Zhao Yiming chuckled. This woman, this chaotic little firestorm of elegance and filth, was exactly his type of problem.

Well, he loved all types of women. But damn, Ruan Lihua always has a way to make him hard.

She unbuttoned his shirt slowly and kissed down his bare chest, dragging her lips in a lazy trail over his muscles. But she wasn't taking her time out of shyness, no, she wanted to tease.

"Hm... You really are impatient huh?" he murmured, his body shivered from her tongue.

Ruan Lihua didn't answer him at all. Her hands were confident, her tongue sinful. She licked along the waistband of his pants, then glanced up with a cocky smile.

"Ready for dessert, mister landlord?"

"Of course, you are my dessert, Lihua. Serve me," Zhao Yiming replied, already grabbing her hair and guiding her down.

He knows so well that this Madam Ruan, the leader of Black Orchid Organization, a femme fatale is a masochist and he lives for it.

She licked the head with a flick of her tongue, then took him in fully, mouth hot and wet and merciless.

Zhao groaned, hand instantly threading into her hair. "Fuck, you don't play fair."

She moaned around him in response, her eyes flicking up—teasing, proud—as she let him thrust into her mouth.

He didn't hold back, hips rocking slowly but deeply, watching the way her lipstick smeared and her throat swallowed around him like she was made for this.

Her pace got filthier, wetter, and her moans vibrated through his cock. Her fingers dug into his thighs, but she never tapped out. Not even when he gripped her hair tightly and pushed her deeper.

"You want me to play rough?" he asked, voice thick.

She pulled back for air, lips swollen and slick. "I'm soaked just from this."

Zhao chuckled darkly. "Say less."

He flipped her onto her back in one move, yanking her panties down so fast the waistband snapped. Her pussy glistened, already dripping, and he didn't wait. He dove between her thighs like a man starved.

"Zhao!" she gasped, head thrown back as his tongue slid through her folds. "Holy shit—"

His hands pinned her thighs open, tongue lapping at her clit with rough, hungry circles. Every moan she let out turned louder, messier, until her fingers fisted the sheets.

Her hips bucked up, but he held her down, sucking hard and fast until she cried out.

"Right there! Ahhh~ Haahhh! Keep going~" She could feel his tongue inside her, so wet and warm, pampering her cunt.

He didn't stop. Not when her legs trembled. Not when her thighs squeezed around his head. He tongued her like he was claiming her, licking and sucking until she screamed, body tensing and shaking.

"OHHH!!! AHHHH?! SO GOOD~"

Ruan Lihua kept moaning, her hands on his brown hair, squeezing it tightly so his tongue could reach deeper.

"OH HEAVENS!!! HHHNNGGHH!!! AHHH!!! I'M CUMINGGG!!!"

Her orgasm hit like a wave, hard and sudden. Her back arched, toes curled, and she moaned his name like a prayer.

"ZHAOO! OHHH!!!"

He didn't pull away until her thighs stopped shaking. When he finally looked up, his face was slick with her arousal, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning like a devil.

Ruan Lihua lay there, panting, dazed, hair a mess. "That was. You're too good at that."

Zhao Yiming leaned over her, brushing her hair from her face. "And I haven't even started wrecking you yet."

She bit her lip, eyes gleaming with fresh hunger. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Then, he smirked. "Let's level this up."

'System, can I have a sex toy from my sex dungeon? Make sure Lihua won't make it suspicious, ' he thought as the system responded.

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[System Notification: You have accessed: Sex Dungeon Armory]

[Sex Toys Available: The Binding Bliss Set | The Hydraulic Vibe Wand | The Tongue of Torment | Ultra-Lube: Strawberry Sin Edition]

[I will put the toys you choose in the bag near the bed!]

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Zhao Yiming didn't hesitate. He tapped his fingers in the air, dragging open the phantom system menu only he could see, and the system summoned the Binding Bliss Set into the bag near the bed.

He took the bag while Ruan Lihua tilted her head waiting for what kind of surprise he would give her.

Zhao Yiming took sleek black restraints from the bag, slick and warm to the touch, like they'd been used before and remembered the shape of suffering.

Ruan Lihua raised a brow, still panting. "Oh? Pulling out the secret stash already?"

"Yeah," he said. "And tonight, you're going to be my test subject."

Before she could blink, her wrists were strapped above her head with silk-black cuffs that fused into the bedpost.

They didn't dig into her skin, but they pulsed faintly, some twisted system magic that responded to every twitch and moan.

Her legs followed next. Spread wide, restrained in midair by matching cuffs that defied gravity, leaving her open, vulnerable, and utterly exposed.

She bit her lip, heat pooling between her legs, already squirming in anticipation. "You really planning to break me in, huh?"

"No," Zhao Yiming murmured, took the Hydraulic Vibe Wand and flipped it on. The low hum filled the air. "I'm going to ruin you."

The wand buzzed violently in his hand, its surface pulsing with faint red light, like it was thirsty for cries.

Without warning, he pressed it hard against her soaked pussy, letting the vibrations tear into her already aching core.

"Hhhngg~" Ruan Lihua jerked, wrists pulling against the cuffs, her back arching. "Zhao! Th-this aahhh!!!"

"Shhh." He leaned in, lips ghosting her ear. "You said you didn't want romance. Remember?"

She was already trembling, her body writhing as the wand pulsed harder, like it had its own brain. Her pussy is full of juices, sticking to her skin, practically begging to be torn off.

"Ahhh!!! Haahhhnn!!! Ohhh!!!" She could only moan and whimper as the pleasure flowed all over her body.

Zhao Yiming just smirked, He pressed it to her bare clit, watching her explode.

Her body convulsed violently, a cry ripping from her throat as her legs trembled in the restraints. She was already close—pathetically fast—but he didn't stop.

"Ohhh!!! Ohhh!!! I-I can't–" her eyes rolled, "This is too good! Ahhh!"

The wand dug in harder. Zhao Yiming changed the setting, now it pulsed in erratic patterns, a cruel rhythm of teasing and punishment.

Every time she tried to adjust, to brace, it shifted, making her scream again.

"Too much?" Zhao asked, his voice mocking, smug. "Or is this exactly what you wanted?"

"God, No!! Hnnn!" she gasped, tears beading in the corners of her eyes. "I love it! Don't stop—don't you fucking stop!"

Zhao chuckled darkly. "That's what I like to hear."

He leaned down, licking the tears from the edge of her eyes while the wand kept wrecking her, now dripping with her slick.

Then he summoned the next toy: the Tongue of Torment—a sleek, twisting thing that looked like a hybrid between a serpent and a vibrating tentacle.

He didn't even warn her.

"Wh-what is— Ahhh!"

It slid inside with a wet squelch, and Ruan Lihua lost her mind.

"HEAVENS! TH-THIS IS TOO MUCH! NGHHH!!"

Her whole body thrashed against the restraints, thighs jerking, her voice breaking into raw, helpless moans as the tongue toy curled and pulsed inside her, flicking places that no man ever reached.

It didn't even move like something human. It moved like it knew her weaknesses, like it was searching for every sensitive spot to exploit.

Zhao Yiming switched the wand to max. And for a moment—just a moment—Ruan Lihua's mind short-circuited.

"OHHH!!! CUM! CUMINGGHH!!!"

Her eyes rolled back, her body convulsing as she screamed his name like a prayer and a curse all at once.

He finally pulled the wand away, watching her twitch, her cunt clenching greedily around the still-moving toy inside her.

"HAHH!! HHHNNNGG!!! CUM! I CAN'T STOP CUMMINGG!!!"

Strands of her hair clung to her sweat-slicked face, her chest rising and falling like she'd run a marathon. Her legs were still spread, trembling, her voice nothing but a wrecked whisper.

"Y-Yiming… I can't—I'm—"

Zhao Yiming shook his head, he took off his pants and showed her his proud penis that was twitching and hard.

"Oh no, we are not done yet... This is just the start."