Inside the door was a scene of wild revelry.
Men and women, scantily clad, frolicked and indulged without restraint, kissing and teasing as if no one else were around just short of starting right there in public.
Bai Song’s eyes stung for a moment before she caught sight of Tong Jiahui sitting at the head of the room.
Her gaze was lowered, her expression unreadable, yet her face remained eerily calm. Someone beside her seemed to be speaking, but she gave no response. The person, rebuffed, didn’t dare show the slightest hint of displeasure and awkwardly turned to talk to someone else.
She was like a pool of silent darkness, utterly out of place amidst the surrounding clamor.
Bai Song kept her head down, carefully weaving through the crowd of debauched figures until she stood before Tong Jiahui.
The scene was too chaotic for anyone to notice if someone had slipped in mid-party. Aside from the few people near Tong Jiahui, hardly anyone paid Bai Song any attention.
That was, until she stopped right in front of Tong Jiahui and for the first time that night, Tong Jiahui lifted her eyelids, revealing an expression other than indifference.
She raised a brow, studying Bai Song’s transformed appearance with keen interest.
Bai Song was pale and slender. The blue-and-white sailor uniform accentuated her delicate, innocent face, but her slender waist and bare thighs exuded an undeniable sensuality.
Under the dim lights, Bai Song was temptation incarnate, stoking the already blazing desires of the men and women around her.
Their lecherous gazes slithered over her like the sticky tongues of serpents, licking her from head to toe without restraint, gulping repeatedly as their minds conjured up all manner of indecent fantasies.
Bai Song could feel the raw hunger in their stares, making her deeply uncomfortable. She kept tugging at the hem of her skirt, trying to pull it down.
Unbeknownst to her, this half-hearted attempt at modesty only fanned the flames of their already fragile restraint. If not for the fact that she was clearly Tong Jiahui’s plaything, someone would have dragged her away long ago.
But what burned hotter than the crowd’s lust was Tong Jiahui’s fury.
Tong Jiahui had only meant to humiliate Bai Song, but she hadn’t expected the punishment to extend to herself.
She prided herself on her ironclad self-control, yet in Bai Song’s presence, it crumbled instantly.
Especially when she realized that nearly everyone in the room was mentally undressing Bai Song, it ignited a destructive urge within her.
This Bai Song, a reincarnated seductress, was born with a wanton nature, her very bones reeking of fox-like allure, constantly luring others in without even trying.
Not wanting to reveal her possessiveness, Tong Jiahui turned her face slightly, her cold gaze settling on Bai Song. She grabbed Bai Song’s arm and pulled her into her lap, swirling the glass of red wine in her hand before pressing it to Bai Song’s lips.
The crowd’s view was abruptly obstructed, leaving them with a sense of frustrated longing. But no one dared challenge Tong Jiahui, so they turned to the people beside them to vent their urges, all the while replaying the tantalizing sight in their minds, fantasizing about getting their turn once Tong Jiahui grew bored.
The cold rim of the glass pressed against Bai Song’s lips, the rich aroma of wine filling her nose. But after her last experience, the mere sight of red wine sent a chill down her spine. Her face drained of color, even her lips turning deathly pale in an instant.
Tong Jiahui tilted the glass slightly, letting the crimson liquid stain Bai Song’s bloodless lips adding yet another layer of sinful allure.
Especially the defiance and rejection in Bai Song’s eyes thoroughly ignited Tong Jiahui’s desire to conquer and her fury!
She was rejecting her!
Tong Jiahui couldn’t suppress the thought that Bai Song had once loved this chaotic scene, while she herself could barely force herself to attend, let alone blend into this den of demons. So, Bai Song wanted someone else here?!
A low chuckle escaped Tong Jiahui’s throat as she forcibly poured red wine into Bai Song’s mouth, watching the excess spill down the corners where she couldn’t swallow fast enough. She pushed Bai Song onto the sofa and leaned down to kiss her.
Bai Song choked on the wine, barely managing a cough before her mouth was sealed, her face turning red from suffocation, nearly passing out. Fortunately, Tong Jiahui seemed to sense her distress and pulled back quickly.
Rubbing Bai Song’s lips with her thumb, Tong Jiahui licked her own lips, her gaze and movements dripping with a lewd playfulness no different from how the young masters and ladies here treated the paid escorts.
Trapped under her shadow, Bai Song trembled with fear and humiliation, not daring to turn away, biting her lip hard to endure.
Tong Jiahui pressed her hand harshly on Bai Song’s shoulder, glaring into her eyes. “What? Don’t want me touching you? Then who do you want instead?”
She smirked. “I almost forgot. Bai Song, do you get excited the moment you step into places like this? Who caught your eye? Need me to play matchmaker? That young Master Wang seemed quite interested in you earlier, the way he looked at you, tsk tsk tsk.”
As if to act on it, Tong Jiahui made a move to call someone over. Bai Song grabbed her sleeve in panic, her expression pleading.
Tong Jiahui scoffed. “What? Didn’t you want to get married? If not a man, then a woman?”
Bai Song said miserably, “Jiahui, what do you really want? Please, stop this!”
“What do I want?” Tong Jiahui pinched her cheek and sneered. “Someone like you can even get off on being sold, what sense of shame do you have left? You used to play so wildly, and now you’re pretending to be innocent?”
She pulled over a heavily made-up woman. “You’re even filthier than these women who sell themselves out of desperation. Because you’re rotten to the core, can’t live without a man or woman, can you? Bai Song, you disgust me!”
Having heard such insults too often, Bai Song had grown numb. She lifted her eyelids. “If I’m so disgusting, you should stay away. Wouldn’t want you catching something. My life is cheap, if I die, so be it. But dragging you, President Tong, down with me would be a shame.”
“You!” Tong Jiahui’s eyes burned crimson with rage. Suddenly, she laughed coldly. “Trying to provoke me? Want to leave? Bai Song, I really don’t get it. Since you’re going to play around anyway, why not with me? At least I’ll pay you. Or is it that my skills aren’t good enough, my tricks not varied enough to satisfy you?”
As she spoke, her hand slid under Bai Song’s skirt. The fabric, already tight, was yanked and released abruptly, sending a shudder through Bai Song, her eyes instantly glazing over with unshed tears.
Tong Jiahui pressed down on Bai Song’s vulnerable spot, leaning over to pin her beneath her: “Bai Song, keep dreaming. In this lifetime, you’ll only ever be my plaything. As long as I don’t tire of you, you’ll never escape me!”
The seductive enchantress was being humiliated, and even if it wasn’t themselves, the crowd felt an unprecedented thrill. Their excitement surged, voices clamoring in fervor: “Take it off, take it all off!”
Listening to the cheers and the increasingly lewd, exhilarated jeers, a wave of humiliation washed over Bai Song. Her eyes reddened instantly as she struggled desperately, but Tong Jiahui held her down firmly against the couch, leaving her unable to rise.
Bai Song writhed, trying to evade Tong Jiahui’s grasp.
She felt as if she had been stripped bare and thrown onto a display platform, the shame so overwhelming she wished she could smash her head against something and die on the spot.
Burying her face against Tong Jiahui’s chest, Bai Song pleaded through tears, “Please not here. I’m begging you.”
“You actually know shame? Shouldn’t you be even more excited under everyone’s gaze? Bai Song, deep down, you want this too, don’t you?”
“No, don’t!”
“Don’t? Your body seems to be saying otherwise.”
Her clothes were already scant and fragile, unable to withstand Tong Jiahui’s rough handling. Bai Song even heard the faint tearing of fabric. Her pupils trembled violently as she instinctively wrapped her arms around her chest.
Tong Jiahui lifted slightly, watching Bai Song with leisurely amusement, as if observing a prey in its death throes. Suddenly, the corner of her lips curled. “Even if you like it, I don’t have a fetish for exposing myself in front of others. Once I’ve had my fill, you can go play with whoever you want even livestream it for all I care.”
Feeling her hand withdraw, Bai Song’s chest heaved twice before she exhaled shakily.
At Tong Jiahui’s further humiliation, Bai Song’s hands clenched into fists, trembling. Her lips quivered, but no retort came.
Yet, seeing her suppressed expression only infuriated Tong Jiahui further.
Grabbing the back of Bai Song’s collar, she dragged her out, stepping over the haphazardly strewn “corpses” as they left the private room amidst the crowd’s jeers.
Bai Song stumbled, nearly falling, her shin knocking against the coffee table. Pain brought tears to her eyes, but she bit down hard on her lower lip, swallowing back the sour lump in her throat.
Bent halfway over from the pull, she struggled to keep her balance while yanking at her skirt to avoid exposure, the discomfort unbearable.
Fortunately, Tong Jiahui didn’t drag her out of the club. Instead, she kicked open the door to another private room and threw Bai Song inside.