The Villain: Claiming The Protagonist's Master

Just as her trembling hands moved to untie her belt, Su Chen's firm hand suddenly pressed against her slender wrist, halting her movements.

"Y-Young Master…"

Xiao Ruoyu's delicate figure shuddered at his touch, her heartbeat pounding violently in her chest. Her misty eyes quivered as she looked up at him.

Su Chen didn't respond immediately. His piercing gaze lingered on her exquisite features, saying nothing yet conveying volumes. He could see the conflict in her heart—a deep turmoil masked by a resolute determination.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Ruoyu closed her eyes as crystalline tears slid silently down her cheeks. When she reopened them, they were filled with despair yet unwavering resolve.

"Young Master, I am willing… willing to become your woman this very moment. Please… spare my father and my family."

Her soft voice carried a fragility that made her desperation almost palpable. Once the words left her lips, she closed her eyes tightly again, as though bracing for the storm to come.

Su Chen's lips curled into a faint smirk.

So, the ice-cold beauty would submit too. No matter how high her walls seemed, they crumbled before absolute power. In a world where strength dictated everything, it was only natural for the weak to bow before the strong.

Xiao Ruoyu—this woman of unparalleled beauty—was something mere insects like Ye Fan could only dream of. Yet for him, she was just another plaything within his grasp.

Reaching out, Su Chen gently stroked her swan-like neck. His voice carried an undeniable authority. "If you've decided to be my woman, then remember—you must follow my rules. From this moment forward, absolute loyalty is the bare minimum."

Xiao Ruoyu bit her lip hard, forcing back the rising tide of humiliation as she nodded. "This concubine understands."

She knew there was no retreat now. Refusal would only doom her father to death at the hands of Xiao Ming and Xiao Tiancheng. It wasn't just her father's life on the line—the survival of her entire family depended on this sacrifice.

To save them, she had no choice but to trade away the only thing she could offer—herself.

"Good," Su Chen nodded, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. He leaned back lazily, relishing the power he held over her. "Then let's begin, shall we?"

The glint in his eyes carried a mix of desire and cruel amusement.

Hesitating briefly, Xiao Ruoyu took a trembling step forward. She began to unfasten the sash at her waist, her hands moving with a grace born of quiet dignity, despite the circumstance. Piece by piece, her garments fell away, revealing her snow-white skin and the alluring curves of her figure.

Su Chen's gaze darkened, taking in the breathtaking sight before him. Her beauty was beyond words—a perfect combination of elegance and sensuality. Even her smallest movements carried a quiet allure, like a butterfly unfurling its wings.

Kneeling gracefully, Xiao Ruoyu removed her shoes, revealing her delicate feet before climbing into Su Chen's lap.

"Well, well," Su Chen chuckled coldly. "You're quick to adapt. Good. The sooner you submit, the kinder I'll be to you."

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, shame and anger flickering in her eyes. But she lowered her gaze, swallowing her pride as she settled against him.

Su Chen reached out and slipped his hand under her thin undergarments, his touch making her entire body stiffen. Her porcelain face turned ashen, and her eyes glistened with suppressed tears.

She didn't resist. How could she? This transaction was never on equal footing. She had nothing left but her pride to bargain with—and even that, she willingly surrendered for her family's sake.

Her trembling voice broke the silence. "Please… save my father and my family, Young Master."

Su Chen smirked, his thumb tilting her chin upward as he met her tearful gaze. "Relax. What I'm doing is for your family's sake… and yours."

His words carried a twisted logic, but Xiao Ruoyu had no strength to argue. She could only shut her eyes again, resigning herself to her fate.

Su Chen leaned closer, his lips brushing against hers as he began his conquest. Xiao Ruoyu's body quaked under the weight of his actions, and tears fell freely down her pale cheeks.

Just as Su Chen was about to claim the final victory, a sharp knock echoed through the room.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Who is it?!"

Su Chen's face darkened instantly. His voice was laced with fury, the coldness in his tone enough to freeze the air.

"Young Master, it's me—Dark Ji," came a respectful yet steady female voice from the other side of the door.

Su Chen's brows furrowed as he mulled over her words. After a moment of consideration, he let out a frustrated sigh and pulled back.

If Dark Ji was here so late, it could only mean his mother had sent her with an urgent matter. As much as he wanted to finish what he'd started, family affairs took precedence over his whims.

He stood, straightened his robe, and cast a commanding glance at Xiao Ruoyu.

"Stay here. Don't move. Tonight, you will belong to me."

His tone brooked no argument. Without sparing her another glance, Su Chen strode toward the door.

Left alone, Xiao Ruoyu sat motionless, her trembling hands clutching the fabric of her remaining garments. Her tears fell silently, each drop carrying the weight of her shattered pride and irreparable loss.

She had gambled everything, but the dice had yet to roll.

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