The dazzling lights flickered in a mesmerizing dance as two imposing rows of black-suited men flanked the entrance of the nightclub, drawing every eye in the grand lobby toward the spectacle.
"Who's this? Making such a grand entrance just to visit a club?"
"Look! That's—"
A tall, slender man in a black trench coat strode confidently between the rows of bodyguards. His fair complexion contrasted sharply with his tousled black hair, lending him an air of untamed arrogance.
Beneath his fringe, his narrow eyes gleamed with a sharp, crystalline clarity. A high-bridged nose and thin lips, seemingly frosted with indifference, completed his striking features. His face was more beautiful than any woman's, yet the aura he exuded was like a gathering storm, instantly suffocating the entire lobby with an oppressive weight that left onlookers struggling for breath.
*Swish—*
The rows of black-suited men bowed in perfect unison at a sharp 90-degree angle as he passed.
Without so much as a glance to either side, the man strode forward, his icy gaze fixed ahead as he marched deeper into the club.
"That's Lu Jin Yao, the Dragon King Society's boss! The legendary Lu Jin Yao!"
"One of the most powerful figures in Mu City's underworld. This is my first time seeing him in person—he’s unbelievably handsome!"
"I’d marry him in a heartbeat..."
"Dream on. Didn’t you see that bombshell redhead beside him? A man like him, standing at the very top—what would he ever see in someone as plain as you?"
Whispers trailed in Lu Jin Yao’s wake.
"Yao Yao, those women are all swooning over you," Guan Tongtong teased from his side, playfully flicking her fiery red hair. "If they ever found out you're actually a woman, they'd probably drop dead from shock."
Lu Jinyao cast a sidelong glance at her close friend beside her. "Room number."
"201."
With a slight nod and no further words, Lu Jinyao strode down the hallway.
From the moment she was born, her father had groomed her as a tool to compete for her grandfather's inheritance. But in their family, businesses were passed down only to sons, not daughters—forcing her to live as a man since childhood.
Her steps halted swiftly before the private room. Without hesitation, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The quiet room greeted her, and her gaze immediately landed on the male figure sprawled across the sofa. A frown creased her brow. "Boss Zhang, did you invite me here to negotiate or to take a nap?"
A faint smirk played on her lips as she slowly approached the figure. Leaning down, she grabbed his shoulder and yanked him around.
As the man turned under her grip, an unfamiliar face came into view—
Honey-toned skin that seemed to glow with vitality, sharp brows that cut like blades, and deep, enigmatic silver-gray eyes that held an inscrutable depth. Long lashes softened the piercing intensity of his gaze, while a straight nose and thin, pale lips framed a slightly clenched jaw, exuding an air of arrogance that radiated undeniable dominance.
This wasn’t Boss Zhang!
Who the hell was this guy?!
Jinyao’s grip loosened instantly as she recoiled.
"I warned you not to disturb me while I rest." A low voice rumbled near her ear as the man slowly opened his eyes, his dark, narrowed gaze locking onto her.
Judging by his tone, he probably mistook her for some lackey. "Sir, you’ve got the wrong idea," she retorted coolly. "This room was reserved—for me and someone else."
"An appointment?"
In the blink of an eye, before Lu Jinyao could react, the man seized her wrist and yanked her into his arms. With a swift motion, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him.
"Hey, what are you—mmph—" Before she could finish, his cold lips crashed against hers, silencing her protest.
Lu Jinyao froze, stunned. His lips pressed firmly against hers—soft, cool, like pudding, tempting her to take a bite. Wait, no—what was happening? Was she really being kissed by a stranger?
Hold on—what was he doing now? No, don’t—
Her lips were forced apart as his tongue invaded her mouth, dominating, swirling, teasing hers with relentless skill. The kiss left her dizzy, breathless, teetering on the edge of surrender—
Then—
His rough hand began a slow, deliberate exploration of her body, fingers deftly undoing the buttons of her blouse one by one.
Oh no.
This couldn’t go on. If it did, her secret—that she was a woman—would be exposed.
"Mmph—mmph!" Lu Jinyao thrashed beneath him, small fists pounding desperately against his back.
The man chuckled darkly, finally breaking the kiss only after savoring her taste. His lips curled into a smirk as he murmured, "Don’t rush. The real fun is just beginning."
His wandering hands grew bolder, more reckless.
Jinyao could clearly feel her clothes being stripped away layer by layer. What should she do? Was she really going to fall into this trap? Resist? But she couldn’t even lift a fist now—utterly defenseless, like a feast laid out for his taking. "Man, you... you stop right now. If you don’t... I swear... you’ll regret this..."
"Heh, before I regret anything, I’ll make sure you taste what it means to drown in ecstasy..." The man narrowed his intoxicated eyes, his cold fingers slipping beneath her garments.
A dizzying rush exploded in Jinyao’s mind. This man... this man was actually touching her there? Damn it! "You... mmmph—"
Before she could utter another word, his lips sealed hers again, fierce and possessive. His rough fingers teased the rosy peak of her softness, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss brimming with raw desire—an unyielding conquest of the woman beneath him.
"Mmm... ah... n-no..." Gradually, Jinyao felt her body grow weaker, her mind clouding over as if starved of air.
The man seemed pleased by her reactions. After savoring her sweetness, he finally pulled back from her lips—only to trail slow, deliberate kisses down her jaw, then lower, tracing the curve of her neck to her collarbone. Each touch was maddening, designed to unravel her completely.
"Ngh... damn... damn you! Stop...!" She weakly lifted a hand to push at his head, but her strength had deserted her.
His wandering fingers kneaded the soft swell of her flesh, teasing the sensitive bud with feather-light strokes...
"Ah—!" A strange, electric current shot through Jinyao’s body, drawing an involuntary whimper from her lips.
Damn it!
What was happening to her? Her body felt foreign, beyond her control—what kind of sensation was this?
"Such a lovely sound," the man murmured, his voice thick with lust. His hand trailed lower, slipping past the last barrier toward her most intimate secret...
