When Dong Enyu arrived at “Mask,” the staff had already set up and organized the shop. As soon as she entered, Zhu Zhu and Xiao Yun greeted her.
“Miss Dong, a guest is here to see you and has been waiting for almost half an hour,” Xiao Yun whispered to Dong Enyu, pointing to a corner sofa. From this angle, the back of the sofa obscured the person, so Dong Enyu couldn’t tell who it was.
“Alright, I’ll head over now.” Dong Enyu sent Xiao Yun off to continue her work, wondering who could be looking for her. Was it Han Ge?…
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” she quickly said as she approached, but froze for a moment when she rounded the sofa. “Teacher Zhao?”
It wasn’t Han Ge; it was Zhao Han. Zhao Han was wearing a dark blue long coat today, her legs elegantly crossed, black stockings glinting under the dim light. Her hair was tied in a neat ponytail, and she wore black-framed glasses, exuding a stern and cold aura. Zhao Han glanced at Dong Enyu without speaking, her calm demeanor exerting a silent pressure.
“A Gang, please make a cocktail for Teacher Zhao,” Dong Enyu instructed the bartender, who promptly mixed a colorful drink for Xiao Yun to serve. As Xiao Yun approached Zhao Han, she was immediately intimidated by her imposing presence.
“Teacher Zhao, what brings you here today?” Dong Enyu offered the drink with a smile, but Zhao Han didn’t take it.
Her gaze was sharp, fixed on Dong Enyu like a predator eyeing its prey, waiting for the right moment to strike… The two remained in a standoff for a while, neither moving.
Finally, Zhao Han parted her lips and, in a cold tone, asked, “Why?”
Why what?… Dong Enyu was puzzled by the question and was about to speak when Zhao Han leaned forward slightly.
“Why did you leave Star Diamond without reporting to me?” Her voice was steady, yet it sent a chill through Dong Enyu.
She hadn’t misheard; Zhao Han said “report,” not “inform.” Dong Enyu wasn’t her subordinate, so there was no need to seek Zhao Han’s approval for such matters.
“Sorry, I didn’t think it was a big deal, so I didn’t mention it,” she shrugged casually, indicating that Teacher Zhao was usually busy with work, and she didn’t want to bother her. Besides, Mama-san would inform the clients about her job change.
“You left the scene and then came back?” Zhao Han placed her hands elegantly on her lap, exuding an extraordinary aura.
“It’s not like that. It was Han Ge and Yong Le who offered me the opportunity to switch jobs, and they’ve been very good to me. I’ve adapted to the environment and am more proficient than before,” Dong Enyu responded with a smile. She hadn’t left Star Diamond to join Han Ge; rather, Han Ge had recruited her.
Zhao Han listened to her explanation without any reaction. Just when Dong Enyu thought Zhao Han wouldn’t ask further, she spoke again.
This time, she narrowed her eyes and enunciated clearly, “Why are you dating Yong Le?”
At that moment, Dong Enyu felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She could easily handle anyone else asking her this question, but when Zhao Han asked, it felt like an interrogation. She clenched her hands, feeling a bit sweaty on her back. Her cheeks were hot, but her body felt cold. Zhao Han’s silence was suffocating.
“Yong Le and I get along well and enjoy each other’s company. There’s nothing wrong with being together,” Dong Enyu blinked and laughed awkwardly. She knew Zhao Han wasn’t against same-sex relationships but was questioning why she chose Yong Le. However, the question of who pursued whom was indeed intriguing.
“Does she know about your relationship with me?” Zhao Han asked again, this time slowly moving closer to Dong Enyu.
“It’s no secret at Star Diamond, so of course Yong Le knows,” Dong Enyu didn’t shy away, allowing the cold Plum Blossom Fragrance to envelop her. However, she didn’t mention that Yong Le had approached her because of her past with Zhao Han. The complex web of relationships made her head ache.
“Is it her skills,” Zhao Han whispered close to Dong Enyu’s ear, “or mine?”
The warm breath on her ear made Dong Enyu shiver. The Plum Blossom Fragrance on Zhao Han reminded her of past drunken experiences. She frowned, wondering who cared about whose skills. Dong Enyu was about to get up and leave, but Zhao Han pinned her legs down before she could move.
“Does she know you’re a masochist? Does she know how perverted you are?” Zhao Han was clearly displeased with Dong Enyu’s attempt to escape. She held Dong Enyu’s legs firmly, whispering about her depravity. Her elegant lips uttered words unbefitting her demeanor, ending with a light laugh, “Does she know you like to put bottles in…”
“Zhao Han!” Dong Enyu finally interrupted her, the steady utterance of Zhao Han’s name filled with warning.
A person can be insulted, but there must be a limit. Dong Enyu stared directly at Zhao Han, their eyes reflecting each other’s faces, but neither was smiling.
“I’m sorry, this isn’t Star Diamond, and I’m not a hostess now; I’m the manager of this bar,” Dong Enyu distanced herself from Zhao Han, her eyes never backing down. “So please, stop, or I’ll have the staff escort you out.”
But Zhao Han wasn’t one to be easily intimidated.
“It’s been a while, and the loyal dog dares to bark at its master?” Zhao Han’s words were clear, her gaze as cold as ice. She elegantly placed her legs down, the sound of her high heels clicking on the marble floor. She gestured to Zhu Zhu and Xiao Yun, “You all leave.”
The staff hesitated, surprised that this guest was more assertive than their boss, Dong Enyu.
Seeing this, Dong Enyu also stood up and said, “It’s okay, you all can leave early today. I’ll explain to Han Ge later.” She didn’t want Zhao Han to berate her in front of them, so she let Zhu Zhu and the others finish early.
This was a matter between her and Zhao Han.
Minutes later, the bar’s employees had left, even helping to pull down the metal shutter. Now, only Zhao Han and Dong Enyu remained.
As the iron door closed, Dong Enyu sighed.
“I know you’re familiar with many big shots in the underworld, and I know you don’t like me,” Dong Enyu hesitated for a moment but decided to speak up to avoid living in constant fear, “If possible, I don’t want to disturb your life, but could you please spare me and stop causing me trouble?” It took a lot of courage for Dong Enyu to say this, as they were both adults and there was no need to beat around the bush and torment each other.
“Did you forget something?” Zhao Han stepped forward, standing very close to Dong Enyu. “You’re my dog.”
You’re my dog… Dong Enyu’s mouth twitched, and she immediately stepped back, but Zhao Han raised her hand and slapped her, causing Dong Enyu’s ears to ring.
“I’m not your dog!” she retorted directly, covering her burning cheek.
When did she become her dog?
Zhao Han’s eyes flashed with displeasure, and she kicked Dong Enyu in the stomach, causing her to fall to the ground in a mess. Dong Enyu immediately fought back, aiming for Zhao Han’s jaw, but Zhao Han dodged it. Dong Enyu only knew Zhao Han was a teacher, not expecting her reflexes to be as agile as a boxer’s, leaving Dong Enyu stunned.
In that moment of distraction, Zhao Han punched her in the stomach, making Dong Enyu feel nauseous and cough violently. Zhao Han took the opportunity to grab a red rope used for tying goods from the bar and forcefully tied Dong Enyu’s hands behind her back. As Dong Enyu struggled, Zhao Han stepped on her calf, her sharp high heels almost piercing the flesh, causing Dong Enyu to break out in a cold sweat.
Zhao Han tied her legs securely as well, then lifted Dong Enyu and threw her onto a small sofa.
“What exactly do you want to do?” Dong Enyu panted heavily, sweat dripping from her forehead.
She didn’t understand what Zhao Han wanted. If she were a hostess, she would comply with the customer’s requests, but she had made it clear she was the bar manager and didn’t need to give Zhao Han any face. Why was Zhao Han so stubborn, and what could she gain by tying her up?
“I want you to know who your master is.” Zhao Han’s glasses were thrown to the ground due to Dong Enyu’s struggle.
Without the lenses, her eyes were even sharper, her pupils as dark as thick ink, staring at Dong Enyu as if ready to tear her apart. Bold, direct, and eerie, her gaze traveled from Dong Enyu’s neck down to her chest, then from her chest to her abdomen, and finally back to her panting red lips.
“I’m not your dog! I never was!” Dong Enyu spat, thinking Zhao Han was a lunatic.
A lunatic who didn’t listen to reason!
Smack!—
Another crisp sound, Zhao Han’s force was merciless, slapping Dong Enyu’s face to the side.
“If you don’t speak, you can avoid more beatings.” Zhao Han pinched her chin, their breaths mingling, her firm nose brushing against Dong Enyu’s cheek. Zhao Han began to tug at her sweater, quickly tearing a large hole, exposing half of her shoulder. The tanned skin looked enticing under the dim light, but Dong Enyu’s expression was stiff.
“If you dare kiss me, I’ll bite your tongue off,” Dong Enyu said, staring at Zhao Han’s lips.
“Can you bite this off?” Zhao Han smirked mockingly, her hand reaching between Dong Enyu’s legs, pressing against her vulnerability through her pants. “Or do you want to clamp my tongue off?” Zhao Han squinted, pulling down Dong Enyu’s pants and attacking without warning.
Her dry lower body was suddenly invaded, and Dong Enyu frowned in pain, biting her lip to suppress any sound.
“So tight,” Zhao Han murmured in admiration, biting her earlobe.
The warm, moist temperature enveloped her fingers, and soon she felt it become lubricated, allowing her fingers to move smoothly. She lowered her eyes to watch Dong Enyu, whose cheeks were flushed, lips tightly pressed to avoid making a sound, arms restrained behind her, waist slightly arched, legs rudely spread apart, but ankles bound by rope.
…Being violated while fully clothed.
“Why… are you doing this to me?” Dong Enyu asked Zhao Han, suppressing her moans, questioning her motives.
Zhao Han’s face was cold and expressionless, mechanically thrusting her fingers, her face not flushed, nor out of breath…
“Because I hate seeing you in the underworld,” she explained to Dong Enyu. “If you leave, I won’t interfere with your life, but as long as you stay in the underworld or associate with people from there, I’m your master. Be smart; if you want to survive in Wutang, you need to learn how to please me.”
She was right, Dong Enyu understood this world…
Zhao Han was not only familiar with the big shots under Wutang, but the power she held could either elevate her or cause her to crash and burn. As long as she was in Wutang, she had to survive under Zhao Han’s watchful eye, unless Zhao Han lost interest in her, or she voluntarily withdrew…
There was no escape.
Dong Enyu was destined to be unable to avoid Zhao Han.
This unfair siege lasted until dawn, and when Dong Enyu was finally released, she was too exhausted to move, lying limp on the sofa. All night, Zhao Han had demanded from her, making her kneel, making her lick her feet like a dog, making her bark, and she was beaten, whipped, and pulled, leaving the bar looking like it had been trashed, with broken bottles everywhere, tables and chairs overturned, and even the posters on the walls torn down.
Madness!
Zhao Han put on her shirt, buttoned a couple of buttons, and sat on the sofa, pulling Dong Enyu’s hair to make her face her.
Bending down, their lips pressed tightly together. Last night, Zhao Han hadn’t kissed her, but now she bestowed a kiss, though it was rough. She pressed hard against Dong Enyu’s lips, her tongue fiercely swirling, ravaging Dong Enyu’s mouth, grinding forcefully until she tasted a hint of blood. Only then did Zhao Han slowly pull away, her tongue even drawing a silver thread as she withdrew.
Dong Enyu’s lips were swollen and bleeding from the rough kiss, the smeared lipstick making her look extremely disheveled.
Yet very enticing…
“I don’t mind temporarily handing my pet over to someone else, but if my dog forgets loyalty or lacks the spirit to play with me, I can always have Han Ge find someone to replace you.” Zhao Han’s voice carried a hint of hoarseness, warning Dong Enyu not to think of escaping her.
“Take this,” she pulled out a piece of white paper from her wallet, with some words written on it. “Meet me at this address the day after tomorrow.”
Zhao Han stood up, dressed, and glanced at Dong Enyu as she picked up her glasses.
“If you don’t come, I’ll come find you myself.”
