What are you doing, Mr. President? I'm just an extra!

Finally... it's over, right?

Above the head.

That cold voice was like a bucket of ice water being poured over someone's head.

"Now, do you realize you were wrong?"

Lu Li suddenly shuddered.

Driven by his survival instinct, he scrambled to his feet and knelt upright.

Standard posture.

"President Su, I have truly reflected on my actions."

"My mistake was not upholding male virtues, my mistake was not pushing her away immediately, my mistake was..."

He apologizes quickly, but he's secretly calculating his own moves.

[What a load of crap!]

Next time I'll lock the door from the inside!

[No, the windows are welded shut too!]

[If it's not discovered, then it didn't happen!]

The air suddenly froze.

The atmosphere, which was originally just a little cold, dropped to absolute zero.

Su Feiyan looked at him, her chest heaving violently.

"Oh."

"As long as it's not discovered... it's not wrong?"

Lu Li's scalp tingled.

Holy crap! How did she know what I was thinking?!

Su Feiyan didn't explain; she slowly bent down.

Long, slender fingertips rested on those legs that were still crossed.

"It seems so."

"The pressure you used just now was too gentle."

"I failed to teach you a lesson..."

next second.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of brocade tearing.

Those were two layers of stockings.

Rough and wild fishing nets, delicate and sheer black silk.

She slowly and deliberately tore it off, as if unwrapping a beautifully presented gift.

The movements were graceful.

Lu Li was stunned.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, producing a dry swallowing sound.

The black veil was gone.

Those feet were completely exposed to the air.

White.

It was so white it was dazzling.

It was a pale, cold skin that never saw the sun.

Because of the "punishment" just now.

The instep and toes still bore faint red marks left by the fishnet stockings.

Like plum blossoms falling on the snow.

Exquisite.

"come over."

Lu Li moved over like a puppet on a string.

That foot.

That foot, just freed from its confinement, still warm and fragrant.

I stepped on his abs.

Slightly cool.

Lu Li's muscles tensed up.

"Mr. Su..."

"Shhh."

Su Feiyan put her index finger to her lips, her toes nimbly twitching as she pinched the third button of his shirt and gently lifted it up.

"collapse."

Then came the fourth, and the fifth.

The touch was incredibly realistic.

With all the fabric removed, only a soft and delicate surface remains beneath the fingertips, its rounded curves clearly discernible, and every undulation of its texture reaching deep into the heart.

It burned along the skin, all the way into the heart.

Lu Li's breathing became erratic again.

Su Feiyan looked at his expression of both pain and pleasure.

She showed no mercy, wantonly painting that little bit of red on his most vulnerable defenses.

It looks like a stamp.

"Remember this feeling."

She leaned down and whispered in his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe.

"Only I can treat you like this."

"Do you understand?"

Lu Li was speechless and could only nod frantically.

"President Su... killing someone is just a matter of beheading them..."

"Just give me a quick death..."

……

After the initial pleasure.

Su Feiyan withdrew her foot.

Barefoot on the carpet, she turned and walked towards the bathroom.

What did this woman eat to grow up like that?

That's amazing!

[She's really good at it.]

I feel like I'm going to die here...

Five minutes later.

The bathroom door opened.

Lu Li subconsciously looked up, and then his breath caught in his throat again.

Su Feiyan changed into a new pair of stockings.

It's not black stockings.

Instead, they were wearing flesh-colored stockings with aurora-like sheen.

That unique luster, and that texture that's like having your skin filtered through a smoothing lens.

But it's silently stimulating the optic nerve.

She walked to the shoe cabinet.

She took out a pair of black strappy high-heeled sandals.

Put it on.

The arch of the foot is stretched into a perfect arc.

Toes wrapped in shredded flesh were faintly visible beneath the extremely thin black shoelaces.

This extreme contrast between flesh color and black.

This is a visually striking yet fragile effect.

That's practically a foul.

Su Feiyan walked to the sofa chair and sat down, elegantly crossing her legs.

Her skirt slipped down, revealing most of her underwear covered in stockings.

"I'll ask one last time."

She looked down at the man on the ground.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Li opened his mouth, just about to recite the set of words again.

"No need to say anything more."

Su Feiyan coldly interrupted him.

"Insincere."

She doesn't need to listen to that hypocritical nonsense.

She stretched out her left foot.

The high heel swayed erratically in the air, its extremely thin heel appearing somewhat dangerous.

The shadow, suspended in mid-air, didn't completely fit the shoe's surface; it flickered with every movement, adding an air of mystery.

"Move it yourself."

Su Feiyan's voice carried an unquestionable command.

Her hand lightly touched the boundary between light and shadow, as if pressing some invisible switch.

Then her gaze drifted lightly to him, without any deliberate intention, yet it made the suspended silence seem to hold a sense of anticipation for overcoming.

Lu Li's eyes widened.

What... what kind of operation is this?!

[President Su, how do you know so much?!]

【but……】

【What the hell is this "I really want to try it" thing?!】

Lu Li felt her rationality was running away from home, but her body was telling the truth.

He trembled as he approached the foot, which was a work of art.

A closer look.

The sheen of the flesh-colored stockings shimmered under the light, as delicate as flowing cream.

He closed his eyes.

He moved closer.

The coexistence of hard and soft textures is like a battle between reason and impulse. The subtle differences in touch quietly give rise to an indescribable feeling.

Lu Li felt as if he had opened the door to a new world.

This is not punishment at all.

This is a reward.

"Well……"

Lu Li was completely absorbed in it.

They even forgot their shame and forgot that they were being "lectured".

Su Feiyan squinted.

The air seemed to be taut, as if a string could snap at any moment.

She gazed at the scene before her—prostrate at the lowest point, as if enduring immense torment, yet also as if enjoying some ultimate blessing.

It gave her an indescribable sense of control.

It's even more addictive than signing a 10 billion dollar contract.

Lu Li's breathing was so heavy it sounded like a bellows.

Under continuous high-intensity mental stimulation, he was also nearing his limit.

"Well--!"

at last.

Lu Li tensed up suddenly, then went completely limp.

He was panting heavily.

My mind went completely blank.

I wasn't physically tired, but the mental stimulation was truly unprecedented.

"President Su... I was wrong."

"I really... will never do it again."

"From now on, no one but you will do."

"I must uphold male virtues... and remain chaste..."

This time.

There was no pretense or sophistry in his heartfelt words.

Only exhaustion and pleas for mercy from the depths of one's soul.

Su Feiyan heard it.

She finally smiled with satisfaction.

That genuine, victorious smile.

She stretched out her toes.

He gently lifted Lu Li's sweaty chin.

Looking into his unfocused pupils.

Her red lips parted slightly, uttering two words.

"Good dog."

"If you do it again..."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Lu Li's trembling body.

"It's not that simple."