Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

As night deepened, the firing range at the Xu family's restricted area base was brightly lit.

The wind blew in from the mountain valley, carrying the smells of engine oil and pre-rain dampness. A wall of wire mesh stood guard, and searchlights flashed down, occasionally illuminating the area as if it were daytime.

The shadows of the armored vehicles loomed over the ground, resembling a steel city under a sleepless night.

Xu Yuanjia sat in a high-backed chair behind the shooting platform. No lights were on; only the cold, white light from the monitor screen illuminated half of his profile. The man's expression was calm to the point of being indifferent, yet terrifyingly so.

Zhou knelt on the ground, his back taut and his head bowed low.

"You told me yesterday," Xu Yuanjia began, his voice low, "that the person would be back in four days."

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze falling like a sharp blade.

"Today, Xu Jia appeared in front of me."

Zhou Ji's Adam's apple bobbed, but he still didn't dare to look up. "Our people didn't expect him to return to China ahead of schedule."

He paused briefly, then quickly added, "I have failed in my duty and am willing to accept punishment."

Xu Yuanjia neither said "yes" nor "no," but simply tapped the table lightly with his knuckles.

That soft sound was like a knock on Zhou Ji's vital point.

Without another word, Zhou reached out and unbuckled his tactical belt, looping it around his palm and tightening it sharply. The leather rubbed against his skin with a rough sound. He secured the belt buckle, then raised his other hand and grasped the short stick on the edge of the table. The stick was a solid plastic rod used at the shooting range to hold the target paper; its surface was roughened, and it felt heavy in his hand.

No one ordered him how to punish.

But he knew very well that if the punishment was too lenient, his master would only be more ruthless.

Zhou gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and the short stick fell.

The dull thuds resounded between his hand and arm bones, making his bones tingle. Cold sweat immediately rolled down his temples and dripped down his chin. He didn't make a sound, his breathing short and heavy. Each thud landed precisely in the same spot... on the knuckles of his left hand, his dominant hand, the hand he was most meant to use for getting things done.

By the tenth blow, Zhou Ji's knuckles were bruised and swollen, his skin was cut open, and blood seeped out along the shadow of the stick, dripping onto the gray-black anti-slip mat on the ground with a very slight "tap".

Xu Yuanjia remained motionless. He leaned back lazily in his chair, ignoring his subordinate's self-punishment, and even slightly tilted his head to look at the data flashing on the monitor.

Several movement trajectories and coordinates flashed on the screen, with one of the humanoid markers labeled "Xu Jia".

After a while, the man in the superior position slightly raised his finger.

Zhou Ji loosened his grip on the stick, but still dared not stand up and approach. He knew that if his master didn't let him stop, his hand would be ruined. His palms were sweaty, and the back of his hand was numb with pain. He asked in a low voice, "Master, should I go and take Xu Jia now…?"

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Yuanjia raised his eyes.

That one glance, seemingly light and fleeting, felt like a bucket of ice water poured over my head.

Zhou Ji immediately swallowed the second half of his sentence, his voice even lower: "This subordinate has overstepped his bounds."

Xu Yuanjia finally spoke, his tone indifferent: "Keep him."

He slowly twirled the ice ball in the glass with his fingertips, the clinking sound crisp and piercingly cold.

"Send someone to monitor him 24 hours a day, and record all his living habits and details of his behavior for me in detail."

Since you're impersonating someone, you need to learn every detail of Xu Jia's character.

He wanted to become Shi Luyu's only "Brother Jiajia".

This was Xu Jia's only remaining value before his death.

Zhou Ji's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. Although he was puzzled, he dared not be negligent in the slightest: "Yes."

Xu Yuanjia stood up and left, his tall figure silhouetted against the lamplight like a silent, moving shadow. Zhou Ji remained prostrate until the footsteps faded completely before he dared to exhale slowly.

-

That same night, at Shi Luyu's small apartment.

The bathroom was steamy, with a small bathtub nestled on the living room terrace. Outside the window, the city lights blurred into a soft glow. She leaned against the edge of the bathtub, a bottle of sparkling water in her hand, swallowing the cool sensation as she felt a slight sense of calm settle in her chaotic heart.

I'm so tired these days.

The events that happened after she came to Taimai were like a series of nightmares. Today, she had another unpleasant encounter with Xu Yuanjia. She was clearly angry, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what she was angry about.

What bothered her even more was that... he hadn't sent her a single message yet.

The hot water reached her collarbone. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to stop thinking.

Just then, there was a sudden "snap" sound inside the room.

All lights went out at the same time.

The entire living room became deathly silent.

Shi Luyu opened her eyes, startled, and asked, "What happened? Did the power trip?"

She sat in the water for a while, the darkness still pressing down heavily, with only a thin sliver of light from the neon lights outside the window shining through the glass.

Shi Luyu frowned, tentatively standing up, water droplets sliding down her shoulders and neck. She stepped one foot out of the bathtub, her fingers just touching the towel beside her—

The movement suddenly froze.

In the darkness, by the faint light from the window, she saw a tall man sitting on a small single strawberry sofa not far away.

He was wearing a Black Hawk mask.

The eagle's beak was sharp and upturned, obscuring most of its face, revealing only its sharply defined jawline. The person sat with an elegant yet relaxed posture, long legs crossed, fingertips casually resting on the armrest, as if they had been waiting for her there all along.

There was a familiar, chilling scent in the air.

Noble, assertive, and coldly aloof.

Shi Luyu's blood suddenly turned cold.

It's... Master Jia!

How could she forget that she was brought back after losing consciousness following her rendezvous that night? Whoever could bring her back could easily come back in too.

Shi Luyu had initially hoped that leaving her at home that night meant she was being let off the hook.

But she was too naive.

Shi Luyu's pupils trembled as she stared at the dark figure, her throat feeling as if something was blocking it. Countless thoughts raced through her mind... Scream? Call for help? Run? The security in this apartment building was practically non-existent; he had managed to sneak in twice, so shouting wouldn't have helped.

In the long silence, she didn't bother to raise her hand to cover her body with the towel, and turned around naked, wanting to run away.

She had barely taken a step when the man on the sofa moved, his movements as swift as a black gust of wind.

Shi Luyu couldn't see how he flashed over. She only felt a chill on her neck as a hand suddenly grabbed her neck, lifted her up, and then shoved her back into the bathtub.

Water splashed up.

Her back slammed into the hot water, and she slid underwater, a sudden feeling of suffocation sealing her throat. Water rushed into her mouth and nose, and a wave of humid heat surged in. She instinctively struggled, but it felt like she was locked in a pair of iron clamps.

The room was completely silent, except for the rippling of the water.

A flash of light streaked past the window, a ghastly white beam of electricity illuminating the bathroom for a fleeting moment—

The eagle's beak on the mask was so close it was almost touching her face.

Then thunder roared, and the world sank back into darkness.