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Snapped!
The sound of whipping echoed incessantly in the silent master bedroom.
Looking at Zi Yan's unyielding and silently enduring appearance, Lan Tianyu's gaze gradually shifted from initial amusement to a sense of boredom.
He stopped whipping and casually put the nine-section whip back into his storage ring.
"It seems that the title 'master' is her bottom line and sore spot."
"If we continue fighting, we probably won't get the desired result except by killing her or driving her completely insane."
“A demon that is dead or insane is greatly diminished in value.”
The excruciating pain suddenly disappeared, and Zi Yan collapsed onto the sofa, breathing heavily.
The burning pain in her back and arms was still vivid, but her eyes gleamed with an almost triumphant light.
She upheld her last shred of dignity through her own will.
"You don't have to call me master, but you must wear the maid outfit."
Lan Tianyu's voice broke the silence, but became even more domineering.
"And from today onwards, you will be my personal maid, responsible for my daily life. If you dare to resist again..."
"Kill without mercy!"
Zi Yan lay on the sofa, silent, offering neither rebuttal nor response.
But that silence itself is a form of acquiescence.
"Go to the bathroom now and fill the bathtub with water."
"Lan Tianyu gave the order."
Zi Yan struggled to sit up, her movements stiffened by the pain in her back.
She casually picked up the most conservative classic black and white maid outfit from the sofa, with a slightly longer skirt.
Without even glancing at Lan Tianyu, she deftly removed her signature black leather jacket and pants right in front of him.
Her fair, jade-like skin and breathtakingly curvaceous figure were on full display under the lights.
Several fresh whip marks remained on it, adding to its poignant beauty.
Lan Tianyu's gaze lingered on her for a moment, calm and unwavering.
Zi Yan remained expressionless as she quickly put on her maid outfit, tying the ties and apron at the back.
"There are matching stockings in the bag, hurry up and change into them."
Lan Tianyu added.
Without hesitation, Zi Yan took out a pair of pure white knee-high stockings from the shopping bag.
She sat on the sofa, slightly raising one of her long, straight, beautiful legs.
With somewhat stiff movements, she slowly rolled up the stockings from her nail-painted feet.
Delicate white silk shreds covered her smooth calves and knees inch by inch, finally stopping above her knees.
When Zi Yan finished changing and stood up, Lan Tianyu's gaze swept over her.
Her originally alluring and seductive aura was neutralized by this classic black and white maid outfit and pure white stockings, strangely revealing a mixture of innocence and temptation.
Coupled with her stubborn yet numb expression at this moment, it creates a strong visual impact.
Zi Yan ignored his gaze and walked straight to the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of rushing water came from inside.
After a while, the sound of water stopped.
Zi Yan came out of the bathroom and stood in front of Lan Tianyu, her head slightly lowered, her voice flat: "The water is ready."
"Ah."
Lan Tianyu responded and stood up to walk towards the bathroom.
Just as he was about to step into the bathroom, he suddenly stopped.
He turned around, his gaze falling on Zi Yan, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, and commanded in an unquestionable tone:
"Come in and scrub my back."
Upon hearing this, Zi Yan froze instantly.
She suddenly raised her head, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.
She already felt humiliated by being served in his daily life, and now she even had to scrub his back?
This is simply too much!
But when she saw Lan Tianyu's calm eyes, which contained endless coldness.
That strong will to resist was ultimately suppressed by the instinct to survive and the fear of death.
She gripped the hem of her maid's dress tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Finally, she lowered her eyes resignedly, her voice barely audible, filled with deep humiliation: "Yes, sir..."
After saying that, she followed Lan Tianyu with heavy steps into the steamy bathroom.
The door closed gently behind me.
Half an hour later.
The bathroom door in the master bedroom was pushed open.
Lan Tianyu walked out looking refreshed, wearing only a bath towel, water droplets sliding down his strong, muscular physique.
Zi Yan also came out, and there were obvious dark water stains on the shoulders and cuffs of her newly changed maid outfit.
Obviously, while rubbing someone's back, I inevitably got splashed with water.
Lan Tianyu glanced at Zi Yan's slightly damp dress and knew exactly what had happened.
But he didn't care and didn't intend to say anything about it.
Zi Yan stood silently in place, her eyes lowered.
Her wet, long purple hair clung to her pretty face, making her look like a listless cat after being soaked in the rain.
However, her tightly pursed lips and slightly tense body revealed her inner turmoil.
"I'm going to start my cultivation now. Go take a shower yourself."
"After you've finished washing up, go to sleep on the other bed."
Lan Tianyu walked to his bedside and gave instructions in a calm tone.
Zi Yan remained silent and did not respond.
She simply turned around silently and picked up a clean maid outfit from the sofa.
Like a robot with a pre-programmed routine, I stepped back into the bathroom, where the mist had not yet dissipated.
Lan Tianyu sat cross-legged on his large bed, closed his eyes, and slowly circulated his internal energy in his dantian.
Soon, his breathing became long and deep, and he entered a state of meditation where he was oblivious to his surroundings.
in the bathroom.
The sound of water was heard again at 4.6.
Zi Yan didn't choose to soak in the bathtub because the bastard's scent and warmth still lingered there, making her feel nauseous.
She stood under the showerhead, letting the cold water wash over her body, trying to wash away the humiliation of being forced to serve her and the stench that had clung to her.
The icy stimulation made her tremble slightly, but her heart was even colder.
Yingying finally couldn't hold back her tears, which slid down her cheeks mixed with the cold water.
At this moment, her longing for her mother reached its peak.
How she wished her mother could break through space and descend upon this place to capture the bastard who imprisoned and humiliated her.
Even now, subconsciously, she never considered killing Lan Tianyu...
But this is destined to be an unrealistic fantasy.
My mother is far away in the Demon Realm, and it is impossible for her to descend to this time and space in the short term.
The only way to get out of this predicament is to rely on yourself.
【112】What are you waiting for? Come and serve me!
But with his demonic energy sealed and all his power gone, how could he save himself?
Using a honey trap?
The thought flashed through Zi Yan's mind, followed by a bitter self-mockery.
That bastard is extremely wary of me; how could I possibly fall for his trap?
Unless there's a way to make Lan Tianyu lose all reason and force himself on her...
Perhaps by relying on the opponent's abundant pure yang energy, one can break through the seal on their body.
But this path will probably lead to an even faster demise.
This won't work, that won't work.
A chilling sense of despair gripped Zi Yan, almost suffocating her.
Perhaps only in this small, isolated bathroom, under the cover of the flowing water, could she find a moment of peace and respite.
Once she steps out of here, she'll have to face that bastard who controls everything about her again...
An hour later, no matter how unwilling she was, Zi Yan knew she had to go out.
She dared not gamble with that bastard's patience, and she didn't want to give him any excuse to punish her again.
She dried herself off, changed into the clean maid outfit, and silently put on brand new black pantyhose.
The figure in the mirror, alluring yet with a hint of innocence, felt incredibly ironic to her.
After all, that didn't attract that bastard in the slightest.
She took a deep breath and, as if heading to her execution, slowly pushed open the bathroom door.
In the bedroom.
Lan Tianyu remained immersed in his cultivation, surrounded by a faint crimson aura, his aura steady yet powerful.
Seeing this, Zi Yan's tense nerves unconsciously relaxed a little.
She didn't think about taking this opportunity to escape; that was unrealistic.
Perhaps the moment I touch the doorknob, that bastard will forcibly interrupt my cultivation.
She tiptoed to another bed, lifted the covers, and lay down.
She quickly covered her head with the blanket, completely wrapping herself up.
The darkness and cramped space brought a false sense of security, as if it could isolate the terrible world outside.
Perhaps it was due to immense mental exhaustion.
Perhaps it's due to the weakness caused by the body being sealed.
Or perhaps this moment of peace is just too precious.
Zi Yan curled up in the quilt and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
……
The next morning.
Sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.
Lan Tianyu slowly opened his eyes, and two sharp glints flashed by.
Then, he glanced at the system panel.
【Combat Power Index: 32330】