The pretty little follower gets targeted by the crazy guys at the elite academy

The door to the secret room slid open slowly, and light rushed in.

At the entrance, five boys with distinct styles but equally terrifying auras stood there like five malevolent gods, exuding immense pressure.

Each of them wore a cold, stern killing intent, which froze, cracked, and shattered at the same moment.

The air in the sealed room was filled with the pungent smell of turpentine and various chemicals.

Right in the center, on a strangely shaped bed covered with black silk, the sight was enough to make even the most knowledgeable Saint Lia elites freeze for three seconds.

River mist.

That pale, gloomy, and sickly madman that everyone avoids is now bound to the bed in a tense yet absolutely submissive posture.

Wrists and ankles were bound with ribbons.

In a way that is not painful but absolutely eliminates the ability to act.

Jiang Wu's pale, thin body was covered with shocking marks.

The teeth marks, some deep and some shallow, come in various shapes.

The trail started from his neck and spread down his chest, collarbone, and waist...

Large smudges of lipstick in various colors, including rose red, berry, and nude pink...

It even extends to places covered by blankets.

It inspires endless imagination.

It looked like someone had scribbled lipstick all over his body.

It also resembles a possessive symbol.

Messy and glaring.

This outfit, combined with his slightly trembling and reddened eyes...

He looked utterly wretched, yet incredibly arousing.

And the innocent victim, Li Ruo, whom they imagined should be imprisoned, humiliated, trembling in fear, and awaiting their divine rescue by Jiang Wu, this madman—

He was sitting comfortably on a high chair by the bed.

Her chestnut brown hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing Jiang Wu's oversized white shirt, the hem of which barely covered her thighs, revealing a pair of straight, fair, and bare legs.

It glows white in dim light.

She placed one bare foot on the chair crossbar, while the other foot dangled casually, her ankle slender, her toes rounded, and her toes lightly touching the ground.

She held the first slender, gleaming silver needle in her hand, as if she had just completed some kind of operation.

At this moment, she leaned slightly forward, getting close to Jiang Wu's tear-soaked face, and gently wiped away a tear that was about to fall from the corner of his eye with her fingertips.

The movements were remarkably gentle.

There was even a hint of satisfaction, like when examining a work.

Hearing the noise at the door, Li Ruo turned her head slightly.

Her chestnut brown hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, with a few stray strands falling across her cheeks.

She calmly surveyed the five petrified figures at the doorway, showing no panic, no shame, and not even a hint of surprise.

Instead, a slight smile played on her beautiful, almost aggressive face, as if she found the scene amusing.

"Oh, everyone's here?"

She spoke first, her voice languid and sweet:

"Is some festival coming up? It looks quite lively."

Five lunatics: "..."

My brain is constantly shutting down.

What the hell is going on?!

The script is wrong!!

Where's the hero rescuing the damsel in distress?!

What happened to punishing the pervert?!

This looks like... Jiang Wu, that madman, has been completely ruined? And the victim, Li Ruo, is enthusiastically continuing to play??

Jiang Wu's amber eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the group of people rushing in through the door.

That's not fear.

It's not about showing off, provoking, or experiencing a deeper level of excitement.

He struggled to twist his bound body, a radiant smile blooming on his pale face, a smile tinged with the aroma of tea and possessiveness. His voice, feigning weakness, carried an irrepressible elation:

"Seniors...you're here? No, don't misunderstand..."

He paused deliberately.

She drew everyone's attention to the horrific marks on his body, and then, in the most innocent yet shy tone, slowly and clearly said, word by word:

"My sister stripped me like this, and I'm covered in lipstick and teeth marks, tied to the bed... Actually... we were just chatting~"

As he spoke, he nuzzled closer to Li Ruo, his eyes glistening with moisture, filled with dependence and blatant boasting:

"Look how good I am, sister! I explained it to you!"

hey-hey……

Although the more they tried to explain, the worse it got.

Li Ruo: "..."

Her hand holding the tattoo pen trembled uncontrollably.

Very good, this little mad dog is not only mad, but also knows how to add fuel to the fire and make green tea.

Doorway.

Zhou Si slowly lowered his fist. He twitched the corner of his mouth, his facial muscles twitched violently, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. He squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth:

"...Do you believe it?"

Behind.

Lu Ran silently turned off the buzzing chainsaw, swallowed hard, and looked at the colorful Jiang Wu on the bed and the calm and composed Li Ruo by the bedside with complicated eyes.

After a long pause, he managed to utter a sentence:

"...I really want to choose to believe."

"But my eyes... seem to have raped my brain; I can't believe a single thing about this."

Pei Qingrang had already adjusted his glasses, and his cold gaze swept over every mark on Jiang Wu's body before finally settling on Li Ruo's face.

He adjusted his glasses and calmly analyzed the situation:

"Based on preliminary trace analysis, the depth, angle, and distribution of the teeth marks are consistent with close-range biting characteristics, and the person who applied the force should be of similar height to Li Ruo."

"The lipstick mark has blurred edges and shows signs of multiple layers and wiping, indicating that it was not done in one go and has obvious playful or marking characteristics."

"As for the binding method... it has a professional aesthetic, but its practicality is questionable. It seems more inclined towards... a sense of ritual or aesthetic appeal?"

Translate into adult language:

This doesn't look like coercion at all; it looks more like the two of them were having a good time.

Guo Yiling's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He stared intently at the oversized men's shirt on Li Ruo, then at the appalling marks on Jiang Wu's body. His chest heaved violently, his lips trembled, and after a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out a broken question:

"Li, Li Ruo! Do you...do you even know what you're doing?! School rules...discipline...shamelessness...you, you're simply...shameless!!"

"He must be fired! Immediately! Right now!!"

He was so angry he almost fainted.

But his eyes couldn't help but dart towards the bright marks on Jiang Wu's body.

The raging fire in his heart, along with a darker kind of jealousy that he himself was unwilling to admit, burned so intensely that his internal organs ached.

Lu Xingzhou stared intently at Li Ruo, his peach blossom eyes no longer holding the playfulness and flirtatiousness of the past, only the rage of being fooled and the dark emotions that were about to devour him.

He slowly and methodically fastened the half-undone cufflinks, straightened his collar which was not disheveled, narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, and glanced back and forth between Li Ruo and Jiang Wu. A chilling smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

The tone of his voice was even more chilling:

"chat?"

He walked into the room step by step, ignoring Jiang Wu, who was still trying to perform the tea ceremony on the bed.

He walked straight up to Li Ruo.

He looked down at her, his voice low and dangerously magnetic:

"Little Li Ruo, you're really good at this!"

"No wonder... she looked down on the villa I gave her and even used my money to buy sneakers for other guys."

"You're using the apartment I rented to you as your secret hideout with your little puppy, and you stood me up tonight just to have a secret rendezvous with him? Hmm?"

His words were pointed, instantly reigniting the anger that Zhou Si had just managed to suppress.

"Lu Xingzhou, what the hell do you mean?!" Zhou Si suddenly turned his head and glared at Lu Xingzhou.

Lu Xingzhou ignored him and just stared at Li Ruo, waiting for her answer.

The other people's eyes also turned to him.

They came to her, not only because they were enraged by the anonymous email.

More importantly, we need an explanation and a statement from her.

What exactly is her relationship with Jiang Wu?

What's the story behind these marks?

The five lunatics' gazes once again fell on Jiang Wu, who was tightly bound on the bed, covered in marks, but whose eyes were sparkling as if he were attending an awards ceremony...

This doesn't look like a normal "private meeting" at all!

It looks more like... a scene of perverted play!

And it was the kind of leadership that Li Ruo was in charge of!

This realization gradually transformed the anger of being fooled in the hearts of the five lunatics into an overwhelming sourness and jealousy!

Why should I?!

Why should Jiang Wu, that madman, be treated like this by Li Ruo?!

Those teeth marks!

Those lipstick marks!

That feeling of being completely controlled and marked without restraint!

They want it too!

Facing five scorching gazes, Li Ruo pretended not to see them and slowly stood up.

She carefully placed the silver needle back into a small leather case beside her, her movements unhurried and deliberate.

It was as if she wasn't facing five crazy people who might go berserk at any moment, but rather five unruly children who had barged in and disturbed her enjoyment.