I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

In the dimly lit room, two red candles were lit.

The envisioned tea room or reception room with a long sofa did not appear. In the center was a black iron frame with handcuffs and leg irons connected by chains at the top and bottom. Judging from the height, it should be just enough to handcuff a person in a spread-eagle position.

There was a shelf to the side, on which were displayed various instruments of torture: whips, branding irons, clamps, candles...

Charlotte's expression gradually turned strange.

Good heavens, this is Nancy's drawing room? This is real torture!

"Isn't it nice? This is something I arranged carefully. You're my only guest, and even the metal frame was custom-made to fit your height. Do you like it?" Nancy looked at Charlotte with a smile, her tone carrying a hint of pride.

"This...isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Charlotte looked resistant. Although he had anticipated that the rich woman might have some unusual fetishes, he would try his best to satisfy her for the sake of money. But to resort to torture, he thought, would be something no normal person would enjoy?

Who would have thought that Mrs. Nancy, who appears elegant and poised on the surface, actually has a living room that is a torture chamber where guests are served with small leather whips and dripping candle wax?

This is absolutely insane!

The pink hair was indeed black when cut open; the ancients were right.

Nancy seemed to read his mind and said tenderly, "Since you're already here, you don't want to leave like this, do you? I've prepared some good wine, waiting for you to come and have a drink with me."

As she spoke, she reached out her slender hand and took Charlotte's hand, then walked into the room.

  

In the corner, there was a small square table with an opened bottle of red wine and two crystal goblets on it.

Nancy led Charlotte to the table and sat her down. She picked up the wine bottle, poured two glasses of wine, pushed one bottle in front of Charlotte, and raised her own glass with a smile, saying, "Drink up, you won't be afraid after you drink."

Under the dim red candlelight, Nancy, dressed in a red dress, had gentle eyes and a roguish smile. This combination of elegance and perversion seemed to have a fatal allure.

The torture chamber, with its small leather whips, candles, and handcuffs, would be perfect for hanging Nancy there and whipping her at will...

Charlotte gradually became excited.

Good grief, it turns out he had a pervert hidden deep inside him too.

"Cheers." Charlotte raised her glass and lightly clinked it with Nancy's, downing the large glass of red wine in one gulp. Her face showed no trace of panic, but rather a slight smile.

Charlotte's sudden generosity surprised Nancy, but she also drank the rest of her drink. Slightly tipsy, she looked at the smile on Charlotte's lips and felt something was off.

"Good wine, even better than the wine I treated you to last time." Charlotte took the initiative and poured wine for Nancy. It was a pity there was no food, otherwise she would have had a plate of peanuts to go with the wine anyway.

"Something's wrong with you." Nancy looked at Charlotte, her crystal glass swirling slightly in her hand, the red wine swirling in the glass.

"Something's not right?" Charlotte asked with a smile.

"Are you planning to get me drunk and then do something indecent to me? Once we've made it a fait accompli, will your mission be accomplished?" Nancy asked, looking at him.

Charlotte looked at her with a smile: "Madam, this is your house, you were the one who suggested drinking, and the wine is yours. So, what you just said, is that what you really think?"

"I..." Nancy's face flushed slightly. She did have that thought, but only if he wasn't completely drunk. What's fun about a man who just sleeps soundly? Of course, it's more fun if he's three parts drunk and seven parts sober.

However, she soon realized that Charlotte seemed to have the upper hand, even though this was her territory, the torture chamber she designed, and her wine.

Even Charlotte was a man she chose.

“That’s right, from the moment you stepped into this room, you should have known what was going to happen.” Nancy looked at Charlotte, a smile returning to her face. “But you still obediently followed me in, so what were you expecting? The loud sound of a whip cracking on your pert buttocks? Or the low growl in your throat as candle wax dripped on your back?”

The candlelight flickered slightly, and Nancy looked like a beautiful demon, uttering frightening words.

Charlotte didn't feel scared; on the contrary... she became even more excited.

"Perhaps my expectations are the same as yours, my wife," Charlotte said with a smile, clinking glasses with her gently.

"The same? What does that mean?" Nancy's gaze sharpened slightly.

Charlotte didn't answer, but her smile deepened as she picked up her glass and downed it in one gulp.

Nancy sensed longing and anticipation in his gaze, while his earlier words inevitably made her overthink.

What does he want to do? Tie her to a frame and whip her shapely buttocks? Drip wax onto her fair, beautiful back?

This guy is dangerous!

But why did she feel a sliver of expectation?

No, no, that's impossible! Absolutely impossible! She enjoys the feeling of conquest, not the feeling of being conquered.

She's always the one whipping others; when has anyone ever whipped her?

As she slowly sipped her wine, her mind began to uncontrollably conjure images of her being stripped naked and handcuffed to an iron rack, while Charlotte, holding a small whip in one hand and a candle in the other, grinned wickedly as she wantonly humiliated her.

"Madam, you've finished your wine," Charlotte's voice came from beside her ear.

Nancy was taken aback, only then realizing that she had unknowingly finished the wine in her glass, and was still holding the empty glass in the drinking posture.

"Madam, what are you thinking about so intently?" Charlotte smiled and took the wine glass from her hand, her fingers gently tracing the back of her hand.

Nancy felt Charlotte's fingers were hot and instinctively withdrew her hand. Her face began to turn red, but fortunately, the candlelight in the room was dim and red, so it was not easy to notice.

"This wine seems stronger than usual," Nancy said, taking the glass of red wine Charlotte poured for her and trying to change the subject.

"It is indeed a rare and excellent wine. Perhaps it will be easier to get drunk when drinking it with the right person," Charlotte said with a smile.

"The right person..." Nancy looked up at Charlotte. He was wearing a black tuxedo today, without a bow tie. Two buttons on his collar were undone, revealing his long neck, prominent Adam's apple, and tight shirt that was almost bursting out of his chest muscles, with his eight-pack abs faintly visible.

Nancy swallowed unconsciously.

When Charlotte hugged her yesterday, she noticed that Charlotte's strength and physique were better than she had expected, and today his clothes, which were obviously half a size too small, directly showed off his physique to her.

This is practically the physique of a man that every woman dreams of—no overly exaggeratedly large muscles, and when he wears loose or normal clothes, he looks straight and slender.

"It's a bit hot tonight, madam, what do you think?" Charlotte reached out and unbuttoned another button.

"Yeah, it's a bit hot." Nancy looked at Charlotte's exposed collarbone, quickly took a sip of wine to cover up her swallowing, and fanned herself with her hand.

Was this guy deliberately trying to seduce her? Although she was somewhat interested tonight, why was he being so forward? Shouldn't an innocent man be a little shy?

"Madam's hands are still a little cold. Holding them feels like holding a piece of beautiful jade, comfortable and cooling." Charlotte held Nancy's left hand, which was resting on the table, and gently rubbed her palm with her thumb. The cool touch and smooth, delicate feel were indescribable.

Nancy's temperature is a few degrees lower than his, so it would be very comfortable to sleep with her in the summer.

When her hand was held, Nancy instinctively wanted to pull it back, but then she thought that she had invited Charlotte to her house tonight precisely to have some fun with him. If she backed down after just holding hands, wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing? So she held back.

Charlotte's hands were large and warm; one hand enveloped hers, and her fingers caressed her palm, making her feel a ticklish sensation.

Nancy has realized that Charlotte doesn't want to be controlled by her, so she has begun to try to control her.

"How about we play a game?" Nancy asked him with a smile.

Charlotte's gaze sharpened slightly, but she still smiled and asked, "What would you like to play, Madam?"

"Actually, I've had a dream since I was little: to be an executioner." Nancy looked at Charlotte with hopeful eyes. "Could you let me try interrogating a prisoner? To fulfill my little dream."

Good grief, the true colors are finally revealed, aren't they?

Although Charlotte knew from the moment she stepped into the room that something like this was inevitable tonight, she still clearly resisted the thought of being handcuffed to that iron rack.

"Oh, I see. So what do I need to do?" Charlotte looked at him with a blank expression.

"You don't need to do anything special, just be yourself. I like to see your genuine feedback." Nancy stood up, took Charlotte's hand, and walked towards the metal frame. Her expression was gradually becoming excited.

"You want me to be your prisoner?" Charlotte stopped in front of the iron rack and asked Nancy, who was about to handcuff him.

"That's right, tonight you are my prisoner. As long as you make me happy enough, you will pass the test." Nancy's fingers slid across his cheek, gently brushed his neck and Adam's apple, stroked his collarbone and pectoral muscles, and then stopped on his abdominal muscles, her smile becoming even brighter.

The man felt amazing. Although it was her first time touching a man, Nancy was very satisfied; he met her expectations and requirements.

What's the fun and beauty in hanging a fat, white pig on this iron frame?

But it's different with a handsome man with a perfect figure. Cutting off his clothes little by little with scissors, slowly exposing his body, and watching his shy but helpless expression, the process must be a kind of enjoyment.

It would be even more interesting to whip his beautiful body.

"Good girl, put your hands up, and I'll treat you gently." Nancy took a small black leather whip from the shelf and commanded Charlotte.

Nancy is indeed very beautiful. Even when she's holding a small whip and saying she's going to punish you properly, she has a natural queenly aura that makes people want to cooperate obediently.

Unfortunately, Charlotte doesn't have the twisted psychology of a masochist, otherwise she would definitely see this as a reward.

He was tortured by a rich woman for one night for 500 million copper coins.

After a quick calculation, this doesn't seem too difficult to accept.

Charlotte was annoyed that Monte didn't have to do anything to get another 500 million copper coins from him.

So he made a decision: after tonight, he would renegotiate the profit sharing with Monte.

He wants to take 20% more, splitting the profits 30/70, so he'll feel better.

Charlotte raised her hands, ready to be bound.

Looking back, Charlotte suddenly realized that she seemed to have gone down the same path of crazy part-time jobs as in her previous life, and had become even more shameless. At least in her previous life, she hadn't taken on jobs that involved selling her body.

Of course, it might also be related to his overly thin body in his previous life, which led to his rejection when he applied for a job as a male model at a KTV.

Nancy was pleased with Charlotte's cooperation and raised her hand to put the handcuffs and leg irons on him.

boom!

Just then, the window was suddenly kicked open violently, the red candlelight in the room flickered wildly, and a figure appeared at the window.

Charlotte and Nancy were both startled and looked towards the window.

Lorenzo kicked open the window and stood on the windowsill.

The flickering red candlelight illuminated his pale face and exposed fangs, making him look somewhat terrifying. Staring at the two people and the various objects in the room, he grinned maliciously and said, "Heh heh, it seems I've come at just the right time, catching you two adulterers in the act."

"Lorenzo, what do you want to do by forcibly entering my residence?!" Nancy's face turned cold as she shouted in a deep voice.

"What am I going to do? Of course, I'm planning to take care of you before you go back. You've picked a good spot; no matter how much noise you make here, no one will bother you." Lorenzo looked at Nancy with a lewd grin and said, "Nancy, Nancy, I never thought you, who usually put on such a dignified and elegant facade, would be so wanton in private, even more promiscuous than me. It's okay, I like it."

Nancy snapped, "Lorenzo, watch your words! I'm your sister-in-law!"

"Nothing's more fun than sister-in-law. Tonight I'm going to see just how fun it is." Lorenzo's smile grew even more unrestrained, and his gaze turned to Charlotte. "Kid, I told you yesterday not to let me see you again, or I'd suck you dry. Looks like you didn't take my words to heart at all."

Charlotte, who had already taken a half-step back discreetly, stopped and said with a hint of helplessness, "If you come looking for me, what can I do?"

His smile held a hint of bitterness and helplessness, and his legs were even trembling slightly, indicating he was quite frightened.

Lorenzo's killing intent was almost tangible; the pressure from a level seven vampire was truly terrifying.

However, he had actually adjusted his physical condition to its best, his seemingly tense gaze fixed on Lorenzo's movements, ensuring he could react at any time.

The Judgment Sword was stored in the spatial ring and could be drawn at any time. His left hand, hanging down, held the Level 5 Thunderstorm Spell, ready to be activated at any moment.

Lorenzo is very powerful, a level seven vampire, a formidable enemy he has never faced before.

However, the other party clearly did not take him seriously at all. The concealment pendant that Adolf gave him made him look like an ordinary human being, seemingly unremarkable and not dangerous at all.

Nancy glanced at Charlotte, her mood growing heavier, and said, "Lorenzo, this is between us. Let him go, and we can discuss the rest later."

"Oh? Looks like you're quite interested in this pretty boy." Lorenzo nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, I can let him go, but you have to promise to serve me well tonight."

"Let him go, and I'll consider it," Nancy nodded expressionlessly.

Lorenzo waved at Charlotte: "Come on, kid, you're lucky to have won Nancy's heart."

Charlotte looked at Nancy's clenched fist hanging by her skirt. In order for him to get away safely, she had to endure Lorenzo's humiliation, but he knew that, given her personality, she would never give in to her easily.

Nancy has level six strength, which is very powerful, but she is still somewhat inferior to Lorenzo.

In a one-on-one fight, Nancy would be no match for him.

But she did not choose to escape, because Charlotte was still there, and if she left, Charlotte would surely die.

"Let's go, let's get out of here." Nancy said coldly to him without turning around.

"Okay, I'm going." Charlotte nodded and walked slowly toward the door.

"Now it's just the two of us, why don't we continue the game you weren't playing earlier?" Lorenzo, who was standing on the windowsill, suddenly lunged at Nancy.

A cold glint flashed in Nancy's eyes, and a long red sword appeared in her hand as she looked at Lorenzo who was rushing towards her, ready to strike.

However, Lorenzo suddenly turned in mid-air and lunged at Charlotte, who was about to reach the door.

"Watch out!" Nancy exclaimed in surprise, only then realizing that Lorenzo's target had been Charlotte from the very beginning.

Charlotte took a half step back, and Lorenzo's slender steel sword was already pressed against his heart.

Lorenzo's sword resembled a foil, with an ornate and exaggerated guard, a sharp tip, and a slender but unsharpened blade.

Nancy had no choice but to stop, glaring at Lorenzo and shouting, "You broke your promise!"

"That's right, I'm a treacherous person with no integrity. If I let this kid go, how could I expect you to obediently submit?" Lorenzo grinned smugly. "Nancy, I know very well what kind of person you are all these years. In the past, you had no weaknesses, so I couldn't do anything to you. But you shouldn't have fallen in love with this man, a weak human being, who has become your weakness."

"Fall in love with him? Ridiculous!" Nancy looked at Lorenzo, her face full of mockery as she sneered, "He's nothing but a plaything to me. You don't actually think I'd fall for a weak human, do you?"

"Is that so? Since he's just a plaything, then I'll kill him." Lorenzo said thoughtfully, thrusting his sharp sword forward toward Charlotte's heart.

"Wait a minute!" Nancy instinctively took a step forward, her voice suddenly rising as she looked at Charlotte with some nervousness.