Outside, the tree shadows danced.

Siyuan slept soundly in a bedroom on the second floor.

She had kicked off her quilt, sprawled across a bolster with absolutely no ladylike grace.

Her bare back gleamed under the moonlight, perfectly covered by a seamless cartoon design that nonetheless allowed a few black threads to playfully peep out from the seams.

Whether those were genuine threads or not remained open to debate; believe it or not, that's what the kindergarten teacher explained to the children by the pool, and the children believed her! A glimpse of spring was offered, yet this scene went unappreciated, for only three people were in the villa.

Besides her, who had been busy all night catching up on sleep, the other two were currently engaged in mutual flirtation.

...

Wang Zhuo stood before the wide marble windowsill, his snow-white undershirt pulled up and hooked behind his neck, resembling a posture-correcting brace, giving him an air of efficiency.

However, his bare lower half seemed oddly mismatched; the knee-length beach shorts he often wore were discarded at his feet.

The celebrated film empress, usually adored under the glare of spotlights, knelt before him.

Her perfect features were currently flushed with a near-manic excitement.

The stubborn resistance she’d shown moments before had transformed into reverence and awe.

After dinner, before returning to her room, Ning Yao had, on a whim, slipped down to the bar area on the first floor, opened a bottle of red wine, and brought it back upstairs.

She drank two-thirds of it, never imagining that the slight buzz wouldn't lead to sleep but rather heighten her excitement.

This is why she was listening to music on headphones when Wang Zhuo arrived.

That wine proved a great boon to both of them.

Wang Zhuo had intended to bring a bottle himself, but after observing her actions with his penetrating sight, he skipped that step.

By the time Wang Zhuo had coaxed Siyuan to sleep, most of Ning Yao's intoxication had faded.

It wasn't heavy drinking, but it was enough to loosen the deep emotional restraints within a person.

When Wang Zhuo suddenly displayed his dominant side, Ning Yao’s excitement level abruptly jumped.

Wang Zhuo, observing her reaction, keenly caught the shift in her demeanor and felt a subtle stirring in his heart.

“If you don't open up soon, I might have to use protection,” he drawled lazily.

The beauty kneeling at his feet was bare-chested.

Her long hair was somewhat disheveled, and a thin silk garment barely concealed the crucial parts.

The vivid crimson points of her chest were hidden by her locks, appearing and disappearing fleetingly.

Although this was entirely consensual, voicing it in a coercive tone brought a certain thrill of subjugation, especially seeing that face, frequently glimpsed only in films and advertisements, so close, so near his arousal—the sense of superiority was overwhelmingly intense.

Wang Zhuo had seen his share of beautiful women, but only now did he truly grasp why so many successful men were drawn to celebrities.

To possess someone yearned for by the masses was, indeed, a proud delight.

Wang Zhuo had a sudden realization: no wonder Ma Qiang had shown such intense interest in Ning Yao.

Rich scions could find any beautiful woman they desired; what Ma Qiang truly sought was Ning Yao’s fame! ...

Completely contrary to the complex thoughts churning in the man's mind, Ning Yao at this moment willed herself to think of nothing, yielding her body to the command of desire.

Conquest was inherent to man’s foundation; woman’s counterpart was cooperation and submission.

The ferocious, gigantic object she had longed for was now pressed against her, less than two centimeters from her nose.

She could clearly smell the rich, masculine scent—everything felt dreamlike and unreal.

If she didn't open up, what would the 'protection' be? She tried to guess Wang Zhuo’s warning, yet involuntarily obeyed his demand, gently parting her closed lips.

“I won’t do it,” she said, turning her pretty face away.

The moment the words left her mouth, she felt her cheek pinched and pulled back, her jaw forced open, and then a heat slowly advanced inside… Ning Yao had never experienced anything like this.

In her daze, it felt like counting the carriages of a train passing at a crossing when she was small—one carriage, two carriages, three carriages—seemingly endless.

She looked up to meet Wang Zhuo’s gaze, feeling her lips, her teeth, and her tongue being breached one by one, yet he pressed relentlessly forward, as if intending to pierce through her very being! “Cough…” She choked, glaring at Wang Zhuo with a frown.

This rogue understood nothing of tenderness, bringing her close to suffocation.

Wang Zhuo returned a triumphant smile.

Ning Yao was instantly infuriated by this teasing rogue and struggled violently; only her remaining sense of reason prevented her from leaving two rows of teeth marks on Wang Zhuo.

“Stop it, stop it,” Wang Zhuo soothed quickly.

“I was just teasing, don’t take it seriously.” Having finally calmed her down, Wang Zhuo gently cupped her head, slowly retreated, stepped aside to pick up the beach shorts and set them on the windowsill, then slowly sat down.

Ning Yao felt a sting of grievance; this little hooligan wouldn't even pause his actions while retrieving his clothes—he was insatiably greedy.

“Come on, let me enjoy the service of the great film empress,” he said with a smile, brushing back the strands of hair falling over Ning Yao’s forehead.

Ning Yao twisted a piece of soft flesh on his waist, giving it a hard rotation, which served as her reply.

...

The irrigation machine was hissing and spraying again; the moon was high, and the light in the room grew dim.

The Great Film Empress’s technique was truly lacking.

Although she was trying very hard, Wang Zhuo was occasionally scraped uncomfortably.

She offered an apologetic smile; he returned a wry one.

Wang Zhuo toyed with her perfect breasts, enjoying the dedicated service from the idol of millions, admiring the focused look on her face.

His pride and sense of conquest even surpassed the physical pleasure.

She was a beauty renowned throughout the world, but her skill needed improvement… she lacked drive.

However, Ning Yao’s professionalism impressed him; she was certainly the type who worked tirelessly, never complaining.

Though initially resistant, once convinced, she performed her duties meticulously.

Was this the professional quality of a major star—performing until the director yelled 'cut'? “Hey,” he patted Ning Yao’s flushed cheek and gestured toward her feet with his finger, “Pass me the phone.” The room was filled only with the gurgling sounds and the occasional exchange between the two; silence otherwise reigned.

Wang Zhuo had spotted a corner of a mobile phone beneath the quilt and wanted to put on some music for atmosphere.

To be honest, Ning Yao’s oral skills were leagues behind Siyuan or An Qi; they weren't even comparable to Qi Fei or Guan Yingying, and even Gan Lin and Ruan Mingqing were better.

She was only on par with Ji Qiong’s technique.

And Ji Qiong was a novice.

Wang Zhuo refused to believe Ning Yao was performing this act for the first time.

As for her previous experience, that would require further investigation later.

If he hadn’t found the phone, he would have ended this prelude earlier and moved onto the next phase! Temporarily pausing their contact, Ning Yao looked troubled.

She picked up the phone but hesitated to hand it to Wang Zhuo.

“What is it? Hand it over,” Wang Zhuo asked with a smile.

Ning Yao gave a wry smile.

“Can you not take pictures?” Wang Zhuo paused, realizing she thought he intended to use the phone to take photographs, which was the source of her hesitation! “Stop the nonsense, hurry up and bring it!” He deliberately put on a stern face and snorted, reaching out for the phone.

Ning Yao reluctantly handed him the phone, demanding, “Then you absolutely must delete them later.” “I absolutely won't delete them,” Wang Zhuo said slyly, patting her head and signaling her to continue.

Once Ning Yao resumed her task, he deliberately set the phone to video mode but didn't start recording.

He leaned back against the window, holding the phone against his chest, aiming it directly at Ning Yao’s face.

Ning Yao initially tried to evade the lens, but he pulled her face back.

Then she tried to look down, only to have her forehead pushed up, and when she raised a hand to block it, he brushed it aside.

She finally shot him a resentful glance and submitted, working under the camera’s gaze.

Hmm? He quickly noticed that Ning Yao’s technique seemed to improve markedly under the scrutiny of the lens! What was going on? Wang Zhuo savored the moment, and suddenly understood.

Since Brother Edison’s scandal made waves, top-tier celebrities in the film industry must be extremely resistant to self-documentation, and a conservative type like Ning Yao would be no exception.

Now that she wasn't overly resisting the recording, it seemed to stem from complete trust! It was trust, wasn't it? The fact that he was willing to beat up a bully like Ma Qiang, risking notoriety and making an enemy of a powerful family, was enough to earn her absolute faith.

If this were ancient times, it would be the classic tale of a talented scholar winning a lady’s devoted commitment! “Slap!” The calculating Wang Zhuge slapped his thigh.

The sound wasn't loud, but it startled the intensely focused Ning Yao.

“It’s nothing, just swatting a mosquito,” Wang Zhuo chuckled, explaining casually.

Given this context, all of Ning Yao’s behavior tonight suddenly made sense.

Her current conduct seemed contrary to her nature, but all the preceding events coalesced to make this outcome unsurprising! This must be the legendary 'shaking of the mighty body, and the beauty throws herself into his arms,' Wang Zhuo analyzed with self-satisfaction, not forgetting to offer casual direction: “Yes, yes, go a little deeper, good, just like that, hold it for three seconds!” The phone transformed into a camera, and Wang Zhuo’s direction became that of a director guiding a scene.

Ning Yao became utterly absorbed, as if performing an intimate scene that would never be publicly screened.

“Click!” Wang Zhuo captured a photograph.

This was something he hadn't done since losing his virginity, the reason being that he didn't want to betray Ning Yao’s trust.

The flash caused the film empress to close her eyes momentarily.

When she opened them, she glanced at Wang Zhuo; her technique had clearly improved a level! A flash of insight struck Wang Zhuo, and he suddenly understood Ning Yao completely.

This woman truly lived up to her title; the more she faced a lens and an unseen audience, the better her performance became! With this discovery, if Wang Zhuo didn’t know what to do next, he wouldn’t be Wang Zhuo.

He immediately instructed Ning Yao to turn on the lights, then tossed the quilt onto the floor, moved the sofa from the corner, settled himself comfortably on it, and beckoned to Ning Yao with the phone pointed at her.

The light was soft and bright.

While this had no effect on Wang Zhuo, whose vision was superb, it immensely stimulated Ning Yao’s nerves.

Under Wang Zhuo's gaze and the phone’s recording, her performance immediately became commendable, her skill level rapidly approaching that of Siyuan and An Qi, entering a state of perfection! Wang Zhuo finally reached the dual apex of visual and physical satisfaction.

He lifted Ning Yao’s face for a deep kiss, then pushed her down onto the bed, reaching from behind to pull down her already soaked garment.

He positioned himself over her slender, soft, and graceful back, reached that lush sacred place, and thrust in… RO