Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Those hands slowly removed her gloves, their eyes filled with undisguised desire.

Lacking the experience of a DM who has traversed the world and experienced countless worlds, the person in front of him was more straightforward and more...savage than Si Shi, which made Su Mian somewhat unable to cope.

Compared to his former gentle, restrained, and seductive refined scoundrel, the current Si Shi is more like a hungry young beast, not knowing how to hide his claws.

"Forty, if you dare touch me today, I will kill you."

A pale threat. Forty lowered his eyes, watching her raise her head slightly due to discomfort, her nose touching his pulse, her breathing rapid, and even her words lacking any intimidation.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to her collarbone, causing her to tremble even more violently. Her back arched, giving him a satisfactory response.

It seems that the man who looks very much like him is protecting the little princess very well.

Just by taking off her gloves, the girl seemed to have thought of something, and she became flustered, her pupils moistened, and her tense body softened, making him so sensitive that it excited him.

Since Si Shi has no memories, she naturally wouldn't know that it's a sleep paralysis disorder. She can anticipate all the things that will happen in the future based on the actions of the outside world.

Even the slightest sign would be perceived by her as an imminent calamity.

However, this time the prediction does not seem to be a calamity.

"Forty..."

Forti paused, feeling the hand that was gripping the girl's wrist touch a cool liquid.

Don't look at me.

The girl murmured very softly. Forty was stunned, withdrew his hand, picked up the girl, and Su Mian immediately covered his eyes.

……

No one spoke. Forty patted the girl's back gently. Although it was shameless, his desire intensified after realizing she was crying.

He closed his eyes, and immoral thoughts grew wildly, almost engulfing him. They were instinctive, stemming from his consciousness, as if they had been suppressed for a very long time.

An unfamiliar name popped into my mind: Su Mian.

Who is called Su Mian?

"Your Highness."

"I acted impulsively."

He wrote on her hand, "Please punish me."

The person in his arms did not speak.

She didn't understand why she was crying.

Everything that had just happened stirred up unfamiliar feelings in her, instantly permeating her entire being and reaching her heart.

The pounding of my heart, like a raging storm, made the tranquil air seem deafening.

It wasn't anger, nor was it disgust.

It stems from a fear of losing control, and a hint of resentment at being controlled.

Perhaps she didn't know that the source of her grievances was her unwillingness to expose her vulnerability in front of familiar people, and the dependence that came from being together day and night.

Why is it that he can so easily control her desires, and even though he has lost his memory, he can still "tame" her body so thoroughly?

Even though Su Mian knew he wouldn't go too far, because Si Shi was still Si Shi, the Si Shi who was mean to her yet soft-hearted, so she could easily shed tears.

She knew that her tears would make him stop.

Su Mian, what's wrong with you?

She took a deep breath and looked directly into those deep yet worried eyes. Perhaps the instinctive attraction had already surpassed memory.

Suppressing her complex emotions, Su Mian suddenly lunged forward, placing her legs on either side of his strong waist, grabbing his neck with her hands, and lifting the man's face.

It's a bit too arrogant of her to act recklessly after having a few drinks. After tormenting her for so long, it's time to let her vent her anger.

Having finally surpassed him in status, how could I not seize this opportunity?

"You've been quite audacious today, Forty."

She felt Forty's Adam's apple bob for a moment in her palm; Su Mian's grip was not light, her palm pressed tightly against his warm skin.

Forty did not struggle, but simply tilted her head back slightly in response to her force.

Slightly tipsy, his eyes never left her. With her neck being choked, he appeared docile and submissive, but his gaze almost betrayed him.

Su Mian squinted, her palms growing increasingly hot, and her breathing became uncontrollable.

Despite her aloofness, she was completely clueless when it came to this kind of thing. She had no experience in how to abuse others. She had played similar roles before, but this was the first time she had actually done it herself.

She hoped it would be the last time.

She swore she really didn't have that fetish. Su Mian took a deep breath, took out the leather whip Felix had given her, and pretended to wrap it around her hand.

To be honest, when she was facing Felix, she was genuinely shocked and disgusted, and she had no idea how much impact this revelation would have.

But if it's the hour of Si (9-11 AM)... after a nap, my legs feel inexplicably weak.

"Miss Detective, you think you can tame me with that little strength?"

"Ha... okay, maybe you want to hear it."

"Owner."

!!!

Su Mian suddenly snapped back to reality, and Forti raised an eyebrow, feeling somewhat restless.

To blush like this when you're holding a whip is... unbelievable.

With a "crack," Su Mian slammed the whip down hard, and only then did Forti reluctantly glance at the whip.

He wasn't particularly interested in such things, but the person holding them somehow changed everything.

"Look at me."

Su Mian gave the order awkwardly, her shawl brushing against the man's thigh like a cat's tail.

"Take off your clothes."

Without the slightest hesitation, Forti curled her lips and began unbuttoning her vest one button at a time.

The knuckles on the back of his hands were rosy, and the skin showed the color of blue veins, full of tension, but his eyes never moved an inch.

His well-defined pectoral muscles, bearing the scars that haven't faded yet, only accentuate his explosive power and resilience.

The V-line runs from top to bottom, disappearing into the taut abdomen.

Feeling uneasy under his gaze, Su Mian could only symbolically lash out with her whip at his waist. Although the force was not great, the whip itself was made of a special material, and it left a red mark when it touched him.

"Snap—"

"Those who bully their superiors deserve to be punished."

"Snap—"

The whip landed on his shoulder.

"Meeting with the Queen without permission is punishable."

"Snap—"

The whip struck his thigh.

"You're incredibly audacious to drink without my permission."

Forty only trembled for a moment when the whip fell, his eyes obediently fixed on her, kneeling upright.

But Su Mian was exhausted, her palms were already red from inertia, she glanced at her "masterpiece" and dropped the hot object in her hand.

"Is it over?"

Forty mouthed something and nuzzled her with his head, his red hair brushing against her chin, the smell of strong liquor wafting over.

She suddenly felt something cold encircle her body, and she froze instantly.

The man's shadow grew taller, his fangs became more prominent, and his pupils changed from gray-black to amber. He coiled around her with his serpentine body.

Forty leaned close to Su Mian's ear.

"It's my turn."

*

Early in the morning, the players were awakened by a loud, shrill sound that quickly attracted the guests in the castle.

Su Mian had huge dark circles under her eyes and was filled with resentment.

The soldier at the door cursed, but failed to catch the woman. He rushed into the hall with mud on his feet, followed by her heart-wrenching cries.