A Tense Game of Seduction and Control

Jackie's voice became husky, stimulated by Jane's bold bite, as he whispered by her ear, "Baby, did you anticipate that I'd devour you? Hmm?"

Breathless from his assertive actions, Jane giggled and said, "Because... I taste so good..."

Not to be outdone, she reached for Jackie's shirt buttons, but before she could undo even one, Jackie held her still.

Jane expected tenderness, but she was mistaken; Jackie, with his iron arm confining her, began to act aggressively. Panic-stricken, Jane heard him chuckle near her ear, "Baby, cooperate with me, otherwise, you're going to get hurt."

Jane's hands clutched the tablecloth with force; Jackie was such a despicable man, humiliating her in such an unseemly manner after losing a bet... This brought her humiliation, unable to feel any pleasure that was supposed to be there. Before her, dishes of spicy food made her tears flow for the first time due to the spiciness—

She hated Jackie.

The more he wanted her to detest him, the more she did.

This man was already so disreputable, and yet she shamelessly offered herself to him. In the years to come, she would only become dirtier and more irredeemable with each passing day. She knew it all, but at all costs, she could not let Jackie take control! She couldn't be led around by the nose!

Jane tried to sit up straight, but Jackie wouldn't allow it. Out of nowhere, she found the strength to push him off with a swift backhand. High on his own excitement, Jackie stumbled back a step, eyeing her dangerously as he narrowed his eyes.

But before he could get angry, Jane stepped forward and kissed him. As Jackie gasped for air, she used her delicate strength to press the now-vulnerable Jackie down onto the couch.

Bending over him, her jet-black hair had somehow come undone, cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall and looking seductive. She bit her moist red lip, a shy expression in her eyes as she gazed down at the Jackie beneath her, her entire being exuding allure.

Jackie could hardly stand such a slow and deliberate provocation, impatiently turning the tables. Jane frowned in discomfort, letting out a sharp cry. Her glossy eyes, misty with water, voiced her complaint, "You big bully..."

At that name, Jackie's eyes narrowed and he grasped her tightly, unwilling to let her go any longer.

Jane didn't know how Jackie was with other women, but with her, he always left her unable to speak.

By the time he finally stopped, their clothes were soaked with sweat. Panting by her ear, Jackie said with a lifted corner of his mouth, "Baby, you're pretty skilled."

Jane buried her head in his shoulder, looking at the chandelier on the ceiling as she bitterly smiled and said, "It's all thanks to Jackie's teachings."

That was the truth.

Jackie laughed out loud, his voice unusually sexy, "Such a quick learner, that's my good student." He patted her, not dawdling as he got up and methodically started to tidy himself up.

Once he was neatly dressed, he quite gentlemanly came over to help her straighten her clothes. Seeing the tired look on her face, he leaned in to kiss her lips, smiling and said, "My dear, I've lost. Have you just dealt with me, or are you planning to deal with me again using some other method?"

Jane sprang up from the couch, hooked her arms around his neck, and said, "You big villain, considering how hard I've worked, shouldn't you give me a bigger tip? Including the reward from before, give me a million!"

Her words were light and carefree, no longer faint with weakness, but rather in a tone of negotiation.

Jackie's eyes cooled, and he laughed mockingly, "You want money? Why didn't you ask for it the first time? Are you playing hard to get?"