Villain: My Revenge Begins with Eating his Mother

When I felt my stomach rumbling, I decided to stop by Lotus Villa. The place boasted a 4.8-star rating online, but honestly, that wasn't the real reason I chose it. It was just too close by.

Besides, I was getting tired of the over-the-top meals at those fancy hotels.

Sometimes, simplicity is what you need.

We walked in, claimed a luxurious five-star table right by the pond, and settled in. The quiet ripples of the water and the slow-moving koi fish beneath created an almost tranquil atmosphere.

It was like dining by a lake, something calming in a chaotic life.

Xia Ren was positively thrilled.

That girl didn't need much to be happy—give her good food, and her excitement levels skyrocket.

We laughed and ate to our heart's content, enjoying the slow, quiet morning.

As we feasted, we let our guard down, joking about trivial things. I teased Xia Ren about her clumsy ways, and she retaliated by bringing up my botched parking attempt from earlier.

It was the kind of playful banter that felt safe, comfortable.

By the time we finished, our stomachs were full, and the morning felt nothing short of perfect.

Then… it happened.

Beep.

"This card is blocked by user. No credit can be withdrawn."

I froze, then laughed bitterly to myself. The irony was almost suffocating.

Was it Karma?

Not too long ago, I mocked Lin Haoran for having his card declined, and here I was—Ms. Han Xuqin, owner of a Lamborghini, wearer of luxury brands, and proud of a personality that few dared to cross—unable to pay for a mear 7,000 yuan meal.

Had Lin Haoran cursed me for my laughter? No, this was different. He was broke. I just had… circumstances.

This was my father's doing.

I clenched my teeth, my mind instantly piecing the puzzle together. He must have done this because of that phone call. The old man was angry—furious, even. And when my father gets angry, his first instinct is to teach a lesson.

The waiter was standing nearby, pretending not to watch but failing miserably. His awkward, hesitant stance only added to the tension in the air. My face heated with a tinge of shame.

Not panic. Never panic. I still had options—solutions. My fingers instinctively touched the diamond ring on my finger, its cool surface grounding me. The ring was valuable enough to cover the bill, no doubt. But this wasn't just any ring. It was my mother's.

The waiter's cautious glance at me didn't escape my notice.

I turned to Xia Ren, my last hope.

"Xia Ren, looks like my father got really angry because I hung up on him. How much do you have with you?"

Her cheeks flushed red as she fumbled with her words.

"Um... Xuqin, I only have 3,000 yuan. I already spent the rest on..., food for my cat..."

My eyebrow twitched, and a sharp retort teetered on the edge of my tongue.

A cat?

She couldn't even afford decent food for herself, and she was pampering a cat?

But I stopped myself.

Xia Ren was my best friend, and dragging her middle-class struggles into this mess wasn't fair.

"Forget it. Let's do something else. I'll call someone—"

"But Xuqin, you don't have anyone else," she said, a guilty expression crossing her face. "Didn't you always chase people away before they got too close?"

"...You."

The waiter's soft cough interrupted us. His patience had clearly run thin.

"Ma'am," he said hesitantly, "I really must attend to other customers. If this situation doesn't resolve soon, my boss is going to—"

"Will what?"

The voice came from behind us, loud and abrasive. It made my stomach churn instantly.

"You dare stop the lady of the Han Group? Do you think your pitiful job makes you untouchable? Bastard! Do you even know who you're dealing with?"

I turned, already knowing who it was before I saw his face.

Mu Liren.

Standing there like some wannabe tycoon, with his bleached blond hair slicked back, a gaudy gold watch on his wrist, and an over-the-top designer jacket that practically screamed "try-hard."

Flanked by his usual entourage of hulking bodyguards, he looked more like a caricature than a man of status.

And, of course, his first act wasn't to help. No, the first thing that snake did was ogle me. His disgusting gaze swept across my body, lingering unashamedly on my chest as he licked his lips like a predator eyeing prey.

"Keep your eyes in check, turtle," I said sharply, my fists curling as anger flared.

A part of me wanted to break his jaw.

"Haha! Baby Han always so spicy," he chuckled, completely unbothered. "But tell me, if I don't help you now, who else will? Isn't that right, Miss Xia?"

His sly smile turned to my friend, clearly enjoying his theatrics.

"Xia Ren, get this bastard Mu Liren out of here—I'll handle it myself!"

"Master Liren," Xia Ren said sternly, "it would be wise if you watch your words. My friend doesn't appreciate this behavior."

"Haha! Beauty Xia speaks so well! I'll keep that in mind. But you know, sometimes people need immediate lessons."

And then—Slap! Slap!

Mu Liren's hand flew across the waiter's face, the sound echoing across the quiet restaurant.

Gasps erupted as nearby diners dropped their chopsticks in shock.

"I'm just doing my job, sir," the waiter stammered, tears forming in his eyes. "Her card is blocked. The debt still needs paying."

Pah! Pah!

His bodyguard stepped forward, kicking the poor waiter without hesitation. A hollow thud resounded, the scene only growing uglier by the second.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

Before anyone could react, I took a step forward and slammed my foot between Mu Liren's legs with all my might.

CRACK!

A bone-chilling scream filled the restaurant as he doubled over, clutching his groin in agony.

"Ahh! Xuqin, if… if I become an e-eunuch, you'll have to marry me!" he wailed, his face beet red as his knees buckled.

I folded my arms, glaring at his bodyguards. "Get your young master out of here. Right now. If you don't, I swear the next thing I break will be worse."

They didn't need telling twice. Each grabbed an arm, supporting Mu Liren as he groaned in pain and limped out of the restaurant like a whipped dog.

The atmosphere remained tense as I turned to the waiter, who was now sitting on the floor, clutching his swollen face with watery eyes.

"Ma'am," he mumbled between sniffles, "you don't have to pay. Just... spare me."

My mouth twitched. "How can that be? I'll pay. I'll absolutely pay."

He stood, trembling slightly. "…Then, it's 7,000 yuan."

Waiter's words threw me into turmoil.

Even if I wanted to, where on earth could I find a way to pay this bill?

"...Unless!

"...Don't worry. I would never go back on my word. I, Han Xuqin, have never defaulted on anyone. I'll pay all 7,000 yuan—with an additional 10,000 yuan as interest to make up for the trouble."

With reluctance, I slowly removed the ring from my finger.

It felt as though I was tearing off a piece of myself.

This ring, a gift from my mother, carried too much sentiment. My hands trembled.

"..Xuqin…how about you apologize to your dad? Maybe he'll help"

Xia Ren's quiet suggestion pierced the air like a needle.

"…Impossible," I replied, firmly. Apologizing wasn't something I could stoop to.

My hand hovered as I prepared to surrender my mother's ring. My fingers hesitated, and my chest tightened with unease.

Then, as if on cue, a voice broke the uncomfortable silence.

"Senior Han, you don't need to do this."

The voice was warm, calm, and confident.

"If Senior Han is willing, I'll cover the amount. Please don't misunderstand; I have no ulterior motives."

I turned toward the speaker—and froze.

The boy standing there was striking. Tousled black hair gave him a relaxed charm, while his sharp, focused eyes carried a depth rarely found in people my age.

His build wasn't overly muscular but balanced—broad shoulders giving him an effortlessly confident posture.

He wore a plain white T-shirt and a blue jacket paired with dark jeans, simple and casual, yet perfectly suited to his demeanor.

What drew my attention wasn't just his appearance—it was his eyes.

They weren't wandering to places they shouldn't, unlike almost every man I had encountered before.

Instead, he stared directly at me, meeting my gaze without hesitation.

He looked at me, not past me, not at my body, but at me.

His expression was sincere, free of malice or lecherous intent, and it felt… unusual.

I didn't know why, but my chest felt strangely light. For a moment, I didn't feel guarded, but I wasn't about to drop my defenses entirely.

Men were never kind without a reason—there was always an agenda lurking beneath their actions.

A man without an agenda? That was like a unicorn without a horn—pure fantasy.

He had to want something. As if someone like him could ever rattle me or throw me off my game. Impossible.

"...I am Han Xuqin.

And no one dared to get the upper hand on me.

"...Senior?Do you have some kind of disease? Do I look like an old woman to you? Calling me Senior—is that how you look for trouble?"

---

"Senior, you must not misunderstand me," I began, keeping my voice low and respectful. "I bear no ill will whatsoever. I just felt it was unworthy for someone like Senior to waste her energy on such a trivial matter."

The blonde beauty standing before me raised an elegant brow, her arms crossed.

Her mixed British-Chinese heritage gave her a unique and breathtaking charm, and her figure was nothing short of devilish, but her reputation made one thing abundantly clear—she wasn't a woman to cross lightly.

She was Han Xuqin. The future Martial Queen.

A woman destined to become one of the few Martial Kings of our time. Her family, the Han Clan, was one of the strongest powers in the Phoenix Empire, controlling Spirit City's underbelly with invisible strings that stretched across every corner.

Unlike my Yu family, whose martial arts legacy had began to fade, her lineage thrived like an unyielding fortress.

And more importantly—she was the woman Lin Haoran had truly liked, at least until he met Qin Yulan—the woman I must take down as well.

But Han Xuqin… for a girl even Lin Haoran couldn't claim, an almost possessive instinct welled within me.

The very thought of capturing her heart filled me with a twisted satisfaction.

And for that reason, no matter how much I wanted to let my eyes wander over her breathtaking form, I had to control my urges completely.

"…You dare call me 'senior' again? It looks like I'll need to have a good conversation with you," she said, her voice as sharp and icy as her glare.

Uh-oh.

Did I just manage to anger this volatile woman?

I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. I'd left Yueying, my old wife, eating alone just to deal with the commotion here, thinking it'd be a perfect chance to earn favor with Han Xuqin. As a result Yueying was still eating her food alone, and I was stuck facing this fiery tigress's wrath.

I took a deep breath and composed myself.

"Miss Han, I am a new student at Silver Sky,"

I began, maintaining a deferential tone.

"Though I've yet to attend even a single class, I have this habit of doing background checks. You know, just to figure out who I should avoid… and who I should befriend."

I smiled faintly, aiming for enthusiasm, though the tension in her gaze made me tread carefully.

Life, after all, depended on playing the right cards at the right time.

"Xuqin," the softer voice beside her broke in. It belonged to Xia Ren—a petite girl with lively curls and a cute pair of goggles perched on her nose. "Let's hear him out. He did say he's from the same academy…"

The sharp blonde beauty didn't respond immediately, though her glare softened ever so slightly.

"…Xia Ren, you don't know what you're saying. What if he has ulterior motives?" Xuqin shot back, though her curiosity made her stay rooted in place.

"Senior, what kind of ulterior motive could I even have?" I asked with mock sincerity. "I only wanted to help senior because, well… she looked so cool."

A flicker of amusement crossed her face before vanishing into suspicion. "Oh? Then how do you know my name?"

I paused, allowing her to step closer to me before responding. Her icy blue eyes searched mine for any hint of deception.

"Like I said, senior," I replied smoothly, "I was excited about joining Silver Sky and, as one does, watched a few videos about the place."

"Videos?" she echoed, one brow arching.

"Yes. And I must say, they were quite… educational."

Her lips thinned. "What exactly did you see? The principal kissing a janitor or something?"

I shook my head. "No, senior. What caught my attention was… you."

"Oh, really?"

I nodded. "For example, I saw one clip where senior dismantled three guys for being too loud in your presence. Very efficient. And another where you burned your own car because someone dared to sit in it without permission—"

"What?" Xuqin's hand shot up, a flash of panic momentarily breaking her composed mask. "Stop right there—"

"—then there was the chemistry lab incident," I continued smoothly, pretending not to notice her reaction. "Senior poured acid on a guy who thought it was acceptable to throw it at a girl first. Justice served, I'd say."

"Enough." Her voice tightened.

"And of course," I pressed on, "who could forget when you torched the sports complex because you weren't a fan of the football match happening there—"

Before I could finish, Xuqin closed the distance in one swift movement and pressed her palm against my mouth.

The waiter, trembling nearby, looked close to tears as he stammered, "M-ma'am, I-I'll pay for everything myself, please just don't—"

"Shut up," she snapped without even looking at him. Her focus remained locked on me. "You—do you think listing all that nonsense will get you somewhere? Do you have any idea what you're accusing me of?"

Gently removing her hand, I grabbed both of hers, holding them firmly as I met her gaze with deliberate intensity.

"Senior," I said earnestly, "I think you're misunderstanding me. I'm your biggest fan. Honestly, one of the reasons I even chose Silver Sky was the hope of meeting you."

Her eyes widened at my sudden confession. "You're saying… you're my fan?"

I nodded vigorously. "Yes. A real one. I admire senior's strength, and I couldn't miss the chance to help someone I've looked up to."

She blinked, clearly thrown off by my sincerity, before quickly recovering her icy demeanor.

"Hmph. A man's words are never so simple. Tell me, what do you really want?" she demanded, grabbing the collar of my jacket.

Feigning a sheepish look, I admitted, "Since senior already sees through me, I'll be honest. As you know, I'm just starting at Silver Sky. Cases of new students being bullied are rampant. All I ask is for mighty senior's protection so I can study in peace."

She stared at me for a long moment before breaking into a laugh, one that was both mocking and mesmerizing.

"Protection, huh? Clever."

Gesturing toward the trembling waiter, she barked,

"Hurry up and process the protection fees...um..payment."

I threw my card to the waiter, who scampered away to handle it.

Beep.

The payment went through, but by the time I turned back, Han Xuqin and Xia Ren were already leaving.

Just as I was beginning to feel regret for my foolish decision, Xuqin paused mid-step and glanced over her shoulder.

"You there," she said. "What's your name?"

I straightened immediately. "Shangrong...Yu Shangrong"

A faint smirk curled on her lips.

"I'll remember you, 'junior'."

"....And with that, she disappeared.

As Han Xuqin walked away with Xia Ren in tow, the restaurant felt alive with a strange energy—like the calm before a storm.

Memories of my past life flooded in.

Back in university, and even later in life, the worst thing wasn't the betrayal—it was the crushing loneliness. No one stood by me. I was left to weather everything alone, unwanted and out of place. That's why it was so easy for the evil trio to draw me in.

Not this time.

This time, I'd find real friends. I'd make connections that could stand the test of time. My future wouldn't be left to chance.

"Han Xuqin… This woman… She's harder to deal with than my 'old wife.' I even had to become her fan to help her. At least it's been worth it…"

Anyway, it's just the beginning. Slowly, bit by bit, she'd start noticing me. Her curiosity would grow with time; her guard would slip. And when the moment was right, I'd already be sitting in her heart, smiling.

Haha! Am I stupid to think like that?

My thoughts were interrupted by the waiter's timid voice.

"Sir, your card."

He held it out with shaking hands, looking at it like it was some priceless treasure. His eyes stayed firmly on the floor.

"It's okay," I said, waving him off with a little laugh. "Calm down."

He hesitated for a moment before bowing so deeply I thought he might hit the table.

"Thank you—thank you for earlier… My children will pray for their benefactor's long life. We'll burn incense every Friday in your name."

I blinked at him, a little stunned.

"Just take care of yourself," I replied gently.

He scampered off toward the kitchen, leaving me both amused and thoughtful. The whole situation was strangely endearing. But just as I began to relax, a sharp chill spread through my body.

Two beads of sweat slid down my back.

"Oh no…" I whispered, swallowing hard. "How could I forget about her?"

Turning slightly, I spotted Lin Yueying. She wasn't just glaring—her sharp eyes promised destruction. It felt like she could strip the skin off my back with a look and set the rest on fire.

I hurried to our moon-shaped table and slid into my seat beside her. The warmth of her presence hit me immediately, but just as I was about to pull her into my embrace, she glared.

"Old wife, do you think I look handsome? You've been staring at me so intensely. Didn't know you'd fall in love with me that hard," I teased, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, why don't you try this fish? I heard it's imported—give it a taste."

Contrary to my expectations, she didn't laugh. Instead, she leaned closer, her perfume wrapping around me like a net.

Her voice, low and clear, cut through the air.

"'Senior, I'm your fan, senior! Senior, you looked sooo cool, senior, senior! I have nooo ill motives, senior! Oh, senior! I'll even lick your boots, senior, because the dust on your shoes is the sand of heaven and earth, senior! Please, bless me, senior!'"

(O_O)

She mimicked my earlier tone and words from when I'd spoken to Han Xuqin, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Her fists hammered against my chest as her voice cracked. In that moment, her purple hair tumbled around her, and she looked up at me resentfully, wiping her eyes.

Damn. Why are women always so jealous?

"You bastard! Stinky man! You've got ten seconds to explain yourself. Who was that girl? Why were you even there to help her? Tell me—Or I'm walking out that door."

She wasn't joking.

Sitting beside her, feeling the intensity of her presence, I realized this wasn't going to be easy.

But not being easy was one thing, and being impossible was another. Even if Lin Yueying was angry with me over something like this, coaxing my wife wasn't exactly difficult. The key was speaking lovingly to her first.

"Yueying, baby, at least listen to my explanation. I even gave you my virginity—do you really think I would do something like that? Do you think I'd have thoughts about some other evil woman?"

I spoke as sincerely as I could, dipping my words into tenderness, lowering my gaze to appear apologetic, though no tears came to my eyes.

Damn it, O...O

Anyway I still had to pretend they were a little wet to show my sorrow as a wronged husband.

She narrowed her eyes at me, still clutching my shirt in irritation.

"Then what was that? It's barely been a night since we became husband and wife, and now you're already trying to woo another woman. If I had known you were like this, I might have left before you even woke up."

I gently gripped her shoulders, keeping steady eye contact, willing her to believe me.

"Do you have so little trust in me? We've shared so much—our bodies, our hearts—and now, after everything, you think I'm going to betray you?

"Listen to me... Yueying...the reason I wanted to befriend Senior Han wasn't what you think. She's the rebellious spirit of the Han family, the eldest daughter—Han Xuqin."

I saw the flicker of realization in her eyes as she processed my words.

She looked over my body like she was searching for any hidden injuries, remembering just how much trouble Han Xuqin could cause.

The whole city knew about her notorious streak, especially regarding the incidents at Silver Sky University.

"Are you hurt? Did she do anything to you? I was worried… but why would you even get involved with that wicked woman?"

Lin Yueying's eyes, though still filled with tears, were now calm with concern. She gently brushed her fingers against my chest, pulling my clothes to look for injuries. 

The concern in her voice made my heart race. Slowly, I took one of her hands and guided it over my chest, letting her feel my heartbeat.

"...Yueying...Yueing it's alright...Even though people think she's evil, that's not entirely true. She's fiercely loyal to those she cares about."

"Becoming her junior—was a matter of seeking protection, not pursuing her. You already know how many students end up taking their own lives at Silver Sky, driven to the brink by bullying."

"....But if...if my Yueying doesn't like it, then I'm really, really sorry. I'll have no future contact with her." 

I lied but one thing was true—the suicide cases. Silver Sky University was full of high-status people, and some of the things they did for fun were nothing short of criminal.

Her face softened, but that faint glimmer of suspicion didn't completely leave.

"I'm sorry… I was wrong to assume you were a scumbag who'd…" She hesitated, looking pained.

"Who would go after another woman?" I finished for her, my gaze firm. "Is that what you think of me? Do I look like that kind of man?"

I took her hand and lifted it to my lips, pressing a soft kiss against her delicate knuckles.

"You're my first and only woman, Yueying. The only one I'll ever want. Please, don't misunderstand your little husband like this ...I love you so much."

And then another lie—how could I claim to love her when we'd only met less than twenty hours ago? But I was shameless enough to say it, and she was foolish enough to believe it.

But when I spoke those words, I saw her body tremble as her head drew closer to mine. Her purple hair blurred my vision as her nose almost touched mine, and our breaths began to mix softly. She whispered just before I felt the warm, sweet press of her lips against mine.

"...I love you too, even if it's only been one day since we met. I want to see where this goes."

Her cheeks flushed lightly, but how could I focus on that when her soft lips were pressing against mine?

Without hesitation, I pulled her closer, one hand circling her waist, the other cradling her head. Soon, my tongue ventured into her mouth, tasting the sweetness there. The soft weight of her chest brushed against mine, and the scent of a woman constantly invaded my nostrils.

Time seemed to stretch, and in that moment, I didn't want to let go.

Even if it was all for revenge... even if I will break her heart one day, I still wanted to enjoy this moment to the fullest.

Then a cough broke through the haze.

And I realised we were still in public. She pulled away shyly, her soft red lips separating from mine, a thin strand of saliva connecting us briefly.

But it felt as though we had lost hours, even though only ten minutes had passed.

"So you only want me around because you're afraid of getting bullied at university? How about you just drop out? I've got enough to keep us both comfortable,"

She teased, leaning against my shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy circles over my chest.

"'Old wife' wants to keep me as her 'kept man'? How cold," I said with a smirk, enjoying her teasing even though I couldn't help the playful edge in my voice. "I thought women like you were more... progressive."

Her pout deepened, and she pushed me lightly, the humor quickly fading from her face.

"That's not what I meant! I'm just worried about you. Besides, my son's at Silver Sky, too. I don't want him to find out—"

"Your son?" I blinked in fake surprise, taken aback.

"We'll..He's at the same university as you," she said quickly, but the air shifted, and a seriousness settled over her features.

"...And don't you dare call me 'old' again."

"..I'll behave, I'll behave."

I smiled, rubbing my thumb over her cheek, my gaze softening as I said,

"But I think 'Yueying baby' might suit you better, don't you think?"

She gave me a warning look, her lips curling into a smile despite herself.

"...You..you're impossible. But... don't even joke about telling him. Not until I'm ready."

"Understood, no surprises. I was just messing around,"

I said quickly, not wanting to press her too far.

"Stinky bastard. Always getting me riled up... lustful rogue. Do you even know how nervous I am?"

"I know, I know,"

I reassured her, my hand lightly rubbing her back.

"I won't say anything... and when the time's right, he'll see what kind of man his stepfather...I really am."

Her glare softened, and she let out a quiet chuckle.

"You'd better."

Glancing at my watch, I realised it was already 12 pm and I'd been away since the night before. It was clear we both felt the same. After taking care of the meal bill, I got in the car with her.

As her responsible man, it was only right that I drive her home.

---

Meanwhile, 12:00 PM, October

Lin Mansion, Southern Suburbs of Spirit City

I slammed the door behind me as soon as I stepped into the Lin Mansion. My hands clenched into fists, my chest tight with fury. Everything in this damn place reminded me of that useless mother.

My father's money, all his riches, all this power… it was supposed to be mine.

But no, that woman somehow came back to life when my old man died in an accident. I wished they both had died together.

In front of all those people—all my friends—I was humiliated by a lowlife waiter just because my mom wanted to keep all the money for herself.

How disgusting of her! If she wasn't my real mother, I would have killed that bitch.

I grabbed the nearest vase, an antique my mother prized so much, and smashed it against the wall. The shattering sound was satisfying—a fleeting relief to the storm brewing in my chest.

"Where the hell are you, you damn bitch?!"

I yelled, my voice cutting through the suffocating silence.

"Do you plan to take all my father's money for yourself, huh? Come out and answer me!"

No response.

Of course, that woman wouldn't dare show her face.

I paced furiously, fists clenched, my thoughts spiraling. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement.

A maid appeared, hesitant but trying to mask her nervousness.

She looked old—maybe late thirties—with a figure that seemed almost out of place in this dreary house.

"Young Master," she said, keeping her head slightly bowed, "the mistress hasn't been home since last night. Please calm down. If she returns and sees this, she will be—disappointed."

Disappointed? That word struck a nerve, and my blood boiled over.

Disappointed in me? That woman, who clawed her way out of poverty and latched onto my father like a parasite, dares to be disappointed?

So what if she gave birth to me?

She was also a lowly woman, just like these...

My hand shot to my shoe, and without thinking, I hurled it at the maid. She flinched as it struck her shoulder and clattered to the floor.

"Bitch! How dare you speak to me like that?" I snapped, advancing toward her. "Do you think that slut owns this house? Have you forgotten whose name carries weight in this family?"

She didn't respond, but her trembling and the look in her eyes said enough—disgust, maybe even fear.

"This house belongs to me. Me, Lin Haoran. That woman has done nothing but spread her legs for my father, gave birth to me—that's it—and then killed him."

The maid lowered her head further, but that brief flash of revulsion in her eyes stuck with me. Even this lowly servant, barely worth noticing, dared to judge me. Did she think she was better than me?

I let my eyes roam over her. Thin waist. Generously shaped chest. Not a stunning beauty, but far better than I'd expect from someone working here.

"You new here or what?" I asked.

"Y-yes, Young Master. I've been here only two days… That's why I didn't see you."

"Don't care," I spat. "You better not get in my way. Stay in your place."

Her lips pressed tightly together, but she nodded quickly, no doubt desperate to end this confrontation. I took another step, my nose brushing close to her chest.

She froze, and for a moment, I just stood there, taking in her scent—a strange mix of sweat and cheap soap.

Then, without warning, I slapped her.

The sound rang out, sharp and satisfying. She gasped, clutching her cheek, her wide eyes brimming with tears.

"W-why, Master? What did I do?" she stammered, panicking, trying to hold back tears.

"You reek," I sneered. "Like a thousand-year-old pile of dog shit. If you want to keep working here, you'll go scrub yourself clean—now."

"And Don't even think of stepping out of the servants' bathroom for an hour, or you're out of here."

Another servant rushed forward to guide her away, clearly used to my temper.

Up in my room, I locked the door and fired up my computer. I clicked into the hidden live feed from the house. A little system I had installed long ago to monitor cameras in the guest bathroom flickered on.

The site MafiaMagic loaded up with all its disgusting glory.

The maid was in the bathroom now, crying. I watched as she slowly pulled off her gown, sniffing her armpit as if she could smell what I was talking about.

Then she unhooked her bra, letting her large breasts fall out of it. I couldn't help but stare, even if it was just some random maid.

"Day 455 - The Maid Gets Cleaned Up for the Master Rubbing Filthy Vagina Nonstop."

I typed in the explosive title. As soon as I hit "Go Live," the chat started rolling in.

Ding. "Pedodemon" donated ¥7,000: "You always know how to find the best ones."

Ding. "DaddysOwnBitch" donated ¥10,000: "Fucking sexy. Keep it coming."

Ding. "Satan's_first_lover" donated 50000 ¥: I wanna see her suffer. Hold her down and drown her slowly in the bathtub. Let her choke, scream, and fight for air. I'll give you 1 million, half upfront if you agree. Make it slow... make it brutal."

The stream was going well. The comments were even worse.

"Show us more, bro."

"When's the gangbang happening?"

They loved it. They loved everything about this filth. And so did I.

I watched as the maid continued washing herself in the bathroom. Her body was more than I expected. It wasn't just about the breasts. She was well-shaped, but still pathetic.

The whole thing made me feel better, even if just for a while.

The thrill of power made my earlier anger seem distant, replaced by a dark satisfaction.

Even if I couldn't rip down that mother of mine just yet, this?

This was enough. For now.

I could not do this kind of thing to that woman, not because she was my mother but because if her reputation was ruined, mine would be ruined too.

And also, I'm not that much of a beast to see my own mother in that way.

But for others… hehe.

Suddenly...

My phone buzzed, snapping me out of my reverie. I glanced at the screen.

Zhao Yunfeng.

I clenched my jaw. "This bastard," I said, swiping to answer.

(End of the Chapter)

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[ Author's Note:

Happy New Year! May 2025 bring you all the success, joy, and accomplishments you dreamed of in 2024. Here's to a year of growth and new beginnings! ]