When a man has neither capability nor money, the requirement for capturing a woman boils down to four words: pretty enough.

But if he attains status and prestige, ordinary beauties won't satisfy his urge for conquest, because obtaining them is far too easy—they might even line up, throwing themselves at him without him lifting a finger!

At this juncture, a man's hunting standard rises steeply. A pretty face and a stunning figure are no longer sufficient; he needs status, position, someone held in high regard by the masses. Only then does he feel a sense of accomplishment upon 'capturing' her.

In this era, the earth itself can hardly contain the surging ambition of men. Even a pure young fellow like Wang Zhuo has progressed to his current state so rapidly within two years. This shows how swiftly a person can change, truly deserving the saying, "One looks at another with new eyes after three days apart."

……

The sun shines brightly, the flowers smile at me.

Ning Yao lay sprawled languidly on the **, her entire body feeling as if it were floating on clouds, weightless.

Yet, she couldn't muster the will to move a single finger.

The afterglow of the ** had long since faded, but the intensely stimulating sensation, sharp to the bone, still numbed her mind and nerves, keeping her suspended in a hazy state.

What time was it? she thought sluggishly, but failed to find an answer. The wall clock was right behind her, but she couldn't even be bothered to turn her head to look.

Judging by the sun's height, perhaps it was just past nine, maybe even later than ten, but none of that mattered. Perhaps it was time for a meal, but that didn't matter either.

Nothing mattered.

She lay there, bare and exposed, the duvet having slipped away at some point, leaving only a corner draped over the curve of her leg. Sunlight streamed through the window, filtered by special material that blocked harmful rays, leaving only warm heat to spill over her body. It was warm like a lover's hand, gently enveloping her in an embrace that felt poetically beautiful.

Occasionally, a car would pass below the ten-meter-high fence outside the window, but Ning Yao remained unmoved; the window ledge blocked the view just right, preventing anyone from seeing in.

After an indeterminate time, she finally rolled over, her proud peaks now exposed to the air. A patch of dark silk flickered faintly between her slightly separated thighs—another exquisite scene of spring slumber, like a wilting begonia.

She stretched beautifully, as if intending to extend every joint in her body simultaneously. A slight fullness emanated from below. Her movement paused. She reached down with a hand, and a wry smile touched her lips.

Last night had been far too excessive!

……

"You two definitely got into trouble last night."

The moment Wang Zhuo opened his eyes, Siyuan playfully questioned him, burrowing into his embrace.

His gaze sharpened. He smiled wryly, scratched his head, and asked, "What time is it?"

Siyuan wiggled mischievously in his arms, like an restless little fish, "It’s exactly ten o'clock. You never sleep in this late normally."

"Oh, I accidentally slept past the usual time," Wang Zhuo chuckled, reaching out to tap her nose lightly.

"You played too hard, didn't you?" Siyuan tapped his chest a few times. "You didn't even try to hide the evidence, and I spotted it immediately!"

Wang Zhuo followed the direction of her pointing fingers. Several distinct purple hickeys stood out clearly. He couldn't help but look up with a bitter smile; there was no way he could hide such things from sharp-witted Siyuan!

Siyuan giggled, sat up straight beside him, and pulled at his hand. "I made you Lily and lean pork congee. Get up and have a bowl!"

Wang Zhuo sat up, first stretching his limbs and extending his arms. Just as he was about to step out, the girl stopped him, sniffing around his body with her nose.

"Stop sniffing," he said, half-laughing, patting her head. "I showered before coming back to bed."

"Oh!" Siyuan finally stepped aside, but not before giving a quick pinch to the area beneath his shorts, which were still slightly puffed up.

Wang Zhuo shot her an exasperated look. "That's just water retention from holding it in."

The girl stifled a giggle and darted out first.

Wang Zhuo followed behind, admiring the sight of her small bare feet happily skipping along. He felt an overwhelming tenderness for this elfin girl. Hiding his affair with Ning Yao wasn't necessary with her; she truly was a sweet little comfort.

After cleaning up and enjoying the loving breakfast, Wang Zhuo called Siyuan over to sit on his lap and asked with a smile, "Where's Ning Yao? Still not up or did she slip out?"

"A woman you’ve worn out like that, you think she could just slip away?" Siyuan’s expression was deliberately affected and exaggerated.

"So, she's still not awake?" Wang Zhuo chuckled, recalling the area that was engorged and swollen translucent from vigorous friction. He secretly guessed that the swelling wouldn't subside quickly, no wonder she wasn't up yet.

"Instructor Wang," Siyuan said, noticing his strange smile. She quickly nudged him and whispered, chuckling, "Spill it—how many rounds last night?"

Wang Zhuo gave her a look: "Don't learn from Fatty Long. What do you mean, 'how many rounds'? That sounds awful."

"How many fires?"

Her nose was tapped several times.

"How many bangs?"

This time, she clamped down on him!

Siyuan laughed delightedly, grabbing playfully at Wang Zhuo’s body. He sighed in surrender, letting go, picking her up, and setting her down gently on the floor beside him. He even withheld his thigh for her to sit on.

"Come on, tell me..." Siyuan urged, pushing his shoulder lightly.

Wang Zhuo had no choice but to hold up three fingers, offering this as his answer.

"Only three?" Siyuan looked at him, surprised and skeptical. "That's not like your style."

Wang Zhuo lifted his chin and huffed, "Each time lasted two hours."

"Holy hell!" Siyuan gasped. Calculating quickly, her eyes widened. "No wonder you slept so soundly—you were battling until dawn!"

"You got it," Wang Zhuo stretched contentedly, adding smugly, "I’m going back for a nap now. If anyone calls looking for me, you cook up an excuse."

"Uh... okay." Siyuan was already deep in thought, planning the menu for the next meal. It was clear Instructor Wang would need serious replenishment of energy and nutrients!

Wang Zhuo nodded in satisfaction, feeling even more certain that this girl Siyuan was sensible, considerate, and empathetic. He pulled her close, rewarded her with a few kisses, and then stood up, brushing off his trousers and leaving.

Leaving the dining room, he swept the villa with his Clairvoyance. Everything appeared normal, except Ning Yao was still lying in the **... wait a moment.

The stunning movie queen was awake. However, she hadn't gotten out of bed. Instead, she was sunbathing while scrolling through photos he had taken on her phone. Excitement shimmered in her eyes, her cheeks were flushed, and her heart hammered fiercely—she was thoroughly captivated!

Wang Zhuo's currently erect weapon immediately stood to attention. He glanced back at the little kitchen maid washing dishes, and without another word, headed toward the guest suite area.

……

Some people walk their entire lives but never know what they look like while walking.

Ning Yao certainly knew what she looked like when walking. As a public figure, she had been exposed to the glare of spotlights almost constantly since the day she became famous. Even before fame, her work required her to appear on screen countless times, so she was extremely aware of her own image.

But that awareness didn't extend to how she appeared during the act of **. That was why, as soon as she saw those videos and photos, she became utterly absorbed.

It was a strangely novel experience: seeing herself from a third-person perspective, kneeling on the **, enduring the thrusts of a virile man. It felt as if she had been transported back to the passion of the previous night, a truly immersive sensation.

More photos were taken from a second-person perspective—Wang Zhuo’s viewpoint. These were far more visually impactful. In some pictures, Ning Yao saw her entire back, along with the shameful joining visible at the lower edge of the frame. Other photos were close-up details she had never seen before, possessing intense visual stimulation.

This was the first time Ning Yao had observed herself from these angles. As a woman, she inevitably compared herself to the leading ladies of other male stars. What made her proud and gratified was that, compared to the female partners of Edison’s exploits, she could achieve a perfect score...

The actress's lips curved into a proud smile. Once a woman passes thirty, her beauty inevitably begins a slow decline. She was thirty-six this year. To maintain this condition and still attract an outstanding young man like Wang Zhuo—what more could she ask for?

She flipped to the next photo and her expression tightened.

This photo was stunning. Ning Yao instantly felt a searing heat rise to her face. In the picture, her beautiful face was tilted slightly upward, her almond eyes half-closed, radiating an expression of blissful abandon. Wang Zhuo’s left hand pressed against her forehead, fingers tangled in her hair—this gesture of control was enough to spark dangerous fantasies. And a certain biological weapon occupied at least one-third of the frame, dominatingly lodged deep inside her mouth, its secretions glistening brilliantly!

"Ah..."

Ning Yao finally lost her composure. She cried out softly, then quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. The sensation of her lips meeting her fingers seemed to instantly replay the feeling depicted in the photo. At this moment, she was truly flustered and overwhelmed!

The preceding photos had been relatively artistic, but this one was too arousing. Only now did Ning Yao fully grasp why Wang Zhuo was so fond of this particular position. Setting aside the physical ecstasy, the sheer visual stimulation alone was enough to make him incapable of resisting.

Was she... was she that indecent? She picked up her phone again in disbelief, re-examining the photograph, finding the reality of it hard to accept.

Looking further down, each subsequent image was more explicit than the last. When she saw the photo where Wang Zhuo held her chin, displaying the white mass she held in her mouth to the camera, along with the myriad small dots covering her face, which he then smeared into a glistening mask with his hand, all while she wore a fawning smile—she finally, sadly, confirmed a long-troubling suspicion: she did indeed have masochistic tendencies!

Strangely, upon waking this morning, all of it seemed forgotten, leaving only the lingering echoes of pleasure coursing through her body. Ning Yao thumped her arms and kicked her legs in frustration, desperate to find that little rascal Wang Zhuo right then and there and strangle him!

That bastard had pushed things way too far!