The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

Song Yunqi is a bisexual CEO suffering from skin hunger.

He knew from a young age that his body was different from that of normal people, and he kept this unspeakable secret to himself, always deliberately avoiding intimate relationships and maintaining a safe distance from everyone.

Until I got older.

At twenty-six, a time of peak energy, with desires growing stronger each year, Song Yunqi began to seriously consider whether to have a regular bed partner by her side.

At a gathering, he mentioned this idea to his friend Meng Zhaoyuan.

Meng Zhaoyuan was a womanizer who thrived in the world of romance and had a string of lovers. Making him an advisor was a real waste of his talents.

These are the people who have the most valuable resources.

Sure enough, the other party perked up immediately upon hearing this, slapping their thigh and laughing, saying it should have been done a long time ago.

After all, Song Yunqi is a famous beauty in the entertainment circle, and many people are eager to marry her, but he keeps himself pure and refuses all the suitors.

Meng Zhaoyuan proudly stated that he had a lot of good stuff on hand and asked him what his requirements were.

Song Yunxi tilted her head and thought for a moment before giving two words.

"Clean and capable."

Meng Zhaoyuan chuckled and confidently assured him, "This is easy. Just wait for my news."

His movements were indeed fast.

Two days later, Song Yunxi received a text message containing a hotel room number and a brief message.

[The staff has been arranged for you. Would you like to try them out tonight? If you're not satisfied, I'll get you a replacement.]

Song Yunxi had been very busy lately and hadn't had time to vent her energy, so she was feeling quite stifled and readily agreed.

When he arrived at the hotel that night, the male escort his friend had arranged hadn't arrived yet, so he took a shower first. Just as he stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, he heard a soft sound at the door, and then a tall man walked in.

Although no physical appearance requirements were mentioned, Song Yunqi was still very picky about the other person's appearance, figure, and other aspects, so she began to subtly sized up the newcomer.

The man was handsome, with a sharp look in his eyes, quite different from the male escort Song Yunqi had imagined.

In his eyes, such people would be somewhat vulgar, but the one in front of him was completely different. He had a cool and handsome look, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a tall and straight figure.

He looks very capable.

Song Yunqi was very satisfied, sitting on the bed with an air of superiority and glancing at him sideways.

"You know why I'm looking for you, right?"

"Um."

"Alright, let's stop talking and get started."

The man didn't move, but his eyes roamed brazenly over his body, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and his eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

Song Yunqi frowned, assuming he was disgusted by her deformity. Displeased, the goodwill she had just felt vanished instantly, and she said coldly:

"What's wrong? If you can't accept it, then get out. I won't force you."

The man licked his lips, stepped forward, and knelt down in front of him without hesitation.

"No, this is my first time doing this, I have no experience."

"It's beautiful, I really like it."

Song Yunxi stared at him for two seconds, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

The first time? Then the cleanliness requirement is also met.

"What do you usually do for a living?" he asked, his tone casual as if he were chatting about what he had eaten that day, mainly to ease his tension.

Since this is our first time doing this, we should try to proceed gradually.

The man looked up at him, his eyes reflecting the dim yellow light of the hotel, where a hidden fire lurked deep within.

"A race car driver, just retired."

No wonder he has such a physique; the lines of his shoulders and back exude strength even through his clothes.

"Then why did you end up doing this?"

"I'm short of money."

Two words, crisp and concise, without any unnecessary explanation or attempt to elicit sympathy.

Song Yunxi glanced at him again.

The waiters at the club either use smooth talk to please the guests or feign shyness to advance, but this person is just straightforward and can't even say a nice word.

But it was precisely this straightforwardness that unexpectedly appealed to him.

"If you're short of money, you'll do this kind of work. You're quite open-minded."

"What's there to be upset about? We're not losing anything anyway."

Song Yunxi pulled his legs closer together, the edge of the bath towel barely covering the top of his thighs. He casually gathered his half-dry hair, water droplets sliding down his neck and disappearing into the bath towel.

"What's your name?"

"Shen Chonglu".

Song Yunxi silently repeated the name, feeling it didn't quite sound like a stage name.

"Real name?"

"Um."

"Okay, Shen Chonglu, I've got it."

He stretched his toes forward, almost touching the other person's knee.

"Since this is your first time doing this, let me explain the rules to you first."

"First, I'm only with you to satisfy my physical needs. You can name your price each month, but I'm a germaphobe, so you can't have sex with anyone else during the relationship."

"Second, the phone must be kept on 24 hours a day, and we must ensure that we are available whenever needed."

"Third, everything is based on my experience. You cannot go against me or act on your own."

Shen Chonglu knelt there, listened to this string of words, and nodded without objection.

"Of course, it's up to you."

Song Yunxi was fairly satisfied with his attitude.

The man's eyes were burning with passion, and his gaze was intense, but he was composed in his words and actions, and seemed to be a man of good judgment.

"Then come here," Song Yunxi said.

Shen Chonglu stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow on the bed. From this angle, his jawline was smooth and sharp, his Adam's apple prominent, and the outline of his firm pectoral muscles was faintly visible below his collarbone.

Song Yunqi reached out and hooked her arm around his neck.

"For the first time..." His lips were almost touching the man's earlobe, and his voice was very low.

"I'll teach you."

The three words made Shen Chonglu's breath catch in his throat, and the arm he was supporting beside Song Yunqi instantly stiffened, with veins spreading from the back of his hand all the way to his forearm.

His nose brushed against Song Yunqi's temple, his breathing heavy and restrained, like a wild beast chained up, desperately thirsty but daring not to cross the line.

"You're very nervous," Song Yunxi said.

"no."

"Your heart is beating very fast."

Shen Chonglu didn't reply, but instead clenched his fingers around that narrow curve. His palm was burning hot, and through the thin bathrobe, the heat felt like a branding iron on his soft, porcelain-white skin.

Song Yunxi's breathing became erratic. His body was very sensitive, and he couldn't help but get excited and crave more after just a touch.

"Take off your clothes, let me inspect the goods."

Releasing Shen Chonglu's neck and leaning back, Song Yunqi nestled into the pillow, lazily surveying the man before her.

Shen Chonglu stood at the foot of the bed, his fingers slowly lifting the hem of his clothes, a movement that filled him with anticipation.

The clothes fell to the ground.

Song Yunxi's gaze slid from his collarbone to his pectoral muscles, then to his abdominal muscles, and finally stopped at the point where his V-line converged.

That body had no excess fat; every muscle looked meticulously sculpted, with smooth lines and a powerful presence, yet it didn't appear overly exaggerated.

I have to admit, it is indeed perfect.

Shen Chonglu was clearly confident in his physique, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, the first time he had shown such an expression tonight.

"Are you satisfied?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse.

Having no obligation to answer the question, Song Yunxi raised her foot, pressed her toes against his abdomen, and gently pushed him away.

"You're late today."

The man looked down at the foot that was pressing on his abs. It was fair, slender, and the bone at the ankle had a delicate curve, just as beautiful as its owner.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"I've never been here before, and it took me a few minutes to find my way."

Song Yunqi gave a noncommittal "hmm," leaned back, and sank into the blankets, her eyes slightly upturned, conveying an unspoken, ambiguous hint.

"I forgive you this time."

"Stop dawdling, let's get started."