TL: There’s some spicy content below, so you can skip a bit of the start if you like, it all fits into the plot though so bear with it haha.
In Star Diamond, being brought out means that the female escort is quite capable.
However, Dong Enyu was brought out this time to “atone for her sins,” and it was a woman who brought her out.
They entered the Hotel next to Star Diamond, which was also a Wutang venue, but on a much smaller scale and appeared quite old.
Despite renovations, the outdated atmosphere was still palpable.
Teacher Zhao grabbed Dong Enyu’s arm and led her to the front desk, where she requested a Double Room.
The receptionist quickly glanced at the two of them, handed over the room key without asking any further questions.
As soon as they entered the suite, the woman sat directly on the edge of the bed and instructed Dong Enyu to stand in front of her.
“Take off your clothes.”
The three words were domineering and direct.
Dong Enyu stared into the woman’s eyes, unable to read any thoughts from her cold gaze, but she knew the woman wasn’t asking her to undress out of desire.
At that moment, Dong Enyu felt like a product, and the other party was inspecting her quality.
The woman’s scrutinizing gaze roamed over Dong Enyu, watching as the mature woman unzipped her dress and gently let it fall.
“All of it.”
She extended her index finger to hook Dong Enyu’s panties, snapping them against Dong Enyu’s backside with a loud “pop!”
…Was this a hint?
Dong Enyu bit her lip; no one had ever dared to snap her panties like that.
Yet, despite the woman’s actions, her gaze remained icy and unyielding.
Dong Enyu didn’t hesitate; they were both women, and what she had, the other also possessed.
So, she boldly stripped completely, standing before the woman like a newborn child, accepting the sharp scrutiny of her gaze.
“Get on your knees.”
The woman pointed to the floor, commanding Dong Enyu to kneel in front of the bed.
Dong Enyu looked up at the woman beside the bed, who now raised her long, beautiful leg, bringing her right foot, clad in high heels, close to Dong Enyu’s face.
The glossy black leather reflected the mature woman’s features, and the hard shoe tip slowly brushed against Dong Enyu’s cheek, her cold eyes looking down at her like a queen, exuding an unspoken authority.
“Take off my shoes.”
She spoke each word slowly and powerfully, her commanding tone leaving no room for resistance.
Dong Enyu bowed her head to remove the high heels, but as soon as the shoes hit the ground, the woman’s foot, clad in black stockings, immediately rubbed against Dong Enyu, brushing lightly against her lips.
The woman’s intentions were clear; even without words, Dong Enyu understood that this woman had a strong desire for domination.
So, she followed the woman’s unspoken wishes and pressed her lips heavily against the woman’s right foot.
Kissing the instep was a sign of respect.
However, Dong Enyu had no reason to respect the woman, so after one kiss, she tentatively extended her tongue, softly licking the woman’s instep.
She looked up with half-closed eyes, a hint of teasing and flattery in her gaze.
The black stockings became damp under her ministrations, glistening under the dim light.
Dong Enyu didn’t stop; instead, she moved down from the instep, gently kissing the toes, even daring to suck on them.
She didn’t mind because this was what the woman wanted.
After a while, the only sounds in the room were the soft kisses and their breathing.
When Dong Enyu looked up at the woman again, the woman suddenly kicked her down, causing her to lean back from her kneeling position, presenting a seductive posture with her legs spread in an M shape.
Just as Dong Enyu was about to close her legs, the woman’s right foot stepped forward.
The damp black stockings slid from her knee down to the inner thigh, touching Dong Enyu’s sensitive areas.
Slow, flirtatious, teasing, bold… “Mmm…”
Dong Enyu bit her lip, letting out a satisfied sound, the corners of her mouth curling into a suppressed yet pleasurable arc.
She didn’t oppose the woman’s actions; instead, she opened her legs wider.
Since she wanted to “play,” then they would “play” together.
The woman’s gaze remained unchanged, her breath still cold, making it impossible for Dong Enyu to glean any thoughts from her.
However, the woman’s movements were decisive, her toes brushing against Dong Enyu, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, as she absorbed Dong Enyu’s expressions into her calm eyes, savoring them.
Dong Enyu was completely naked, her legs spread open as she allowed the woman to “tread” on her.
The room was heated, but the temperature in December was cold, and the slight chill made Dong Enyu shiver slightly.
However, the woman was helping to warm her up, so she continued to sit on the floor, supporting herself with her hands, her red lips slightly parted as she breathed softly.
The sound of her breathing was not loud, but it rose and fell with Dong Enyu’s chest, creating an ambiguous invitation.
Even without looking up, she could sense the woman’s emotional fluctuations through the pressure of her foot.
Just as Dong Enyu was about to reach her climax, the woman suddenly withdrew her toes.
The abrupt stop made Dong Enyu tilt her head back, her cheeks flushed, her gaze hazy, her expression somewhat languid but not angry, only slightly dissatisfied and filled with deep affection.
“That felt really good,” she said in a slightly hoarse voice, smiling gently as she added, “I really liked it.”
Dong Enyu liked it.
She openly expressed her thoughts to the woman.
Just as Dong Enyu was about to reach out for self-relief, the woman suddenly grabbed her restless hand, bending it back and pinning it behind Dong Enyu’s back.
With her other hand, she tugged at Dong Enyu’s hair, forcing her to face her.
At that moment, the woman knelt beside the bed, her body pressed tightly against Dong Enyu, her warm breath brushing against her ear.
Softly, slowly… from her ear to her neck, and then from her neck to the corner of her lips.
Dong Enyu felt a sharp tug on her scalp, but she remained silent.
She could clearly feel the heat radiating from beneath the woman’s outfit; conversely, the woman’s cold demeanor made Dong Enyu shiver slightly, a true case of being cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
“I’m an S,” the woman’s breath sprayed against the corner of Dong Enyu’s lips, making her feel a bit ticklish.
She squinted her lazy eyes, a hint of a flattering smile as she gazed directly at the woman, then straightened her back, instantly pressing her lips against the woman’s.
The light kiss, like a dragonfly touching the water, left a bright red mark on the woman’s lips, and she could smell the fragrance emanating from her.
It was the plum blossom that blooms only in winter… “If you like,” Dong Enyu whispered almost against the woman’s lips, her voice husky, “I can be an M.”
…
The meeting of S and M naturally led to Dong Enyu enduring quite a bit of hardship, but fortunately, when the woman grabbed her head and slammed it against the wall, she spared her life.
When she woke up in the morning, the woman was no longer by her side.
The entire room looked as if it had been swept by a storm; furniture and items were all in disarray, and there had been quite a commotion last night.
She even received a call from the front desk, saying that the guests next door complained about the noise being too loud.
Dong Enyu sat up in bed and caught a glimpse of her disheveled appearance in the mirror at the foot of the bed.
Her face was fine, but below her neck, it was a different story—there were bite marks and scratches, looking as if she had been subjected to long-term abuse.
Her arms and legs bore severe marks, and her buttocks were bruised.
This “atonement” had truly cost her dearly, warning her never to speak out again, lest she be “invited” to leave.
Dragging her exhausted body into the bathroom, she almost collapsed when she got out of bed, as the woman had tossed her around in various difficult positions all night, nearly causing her to break from the lack of yoga practice.
After a quick wash, she sat on the edge of the bed in a bathrobe, as her dress had been torn to shreds and thrown on the floor, leaving her with no choice but to wear the bathrobe while moving around the room.
The sound of vehicles passing by came from outside, and Dong Enyu looked out at the blinding light, picking up her phone to check the time, only to find an unfamiliar name added to her contacts.
Her phone was provided by the National Security Bureau, with no records, only the two names she had entered yesterday: Mama-san and a delivery number.
Now there was one more…
Zhao Han.
She silently repeated the name a few times in her mind, then raised a faint smile.
This must be Teacher Zhao’s name.
She left her phone number and just walked away, how carefree.
Dong Enyu put away her phone and left the hotel in her bathrobe.
Fortunately, Star Diamond was right next door, so she didn’t mind the strange looks from passersby.
As she stepped through the automatic doors, she immediately spotted the youngest female PR from the makeup room last night sitting comfortably on a sofa, engrossed in a magazine, completely unaware of Dong Enyu approaching her.
“Good morning.”
Dong Enyu waved to the girl, who froze upon seeing her.
She hesitated, looking at Dong Enyu, and after a long pause, quietly replied, “Morning.”
“I left in a hurry yesterday and didn’t catch your name. Can you tell me?”
Dong Enyu didn’t rush to leave; instead, she sat across from the girl in her bathrobe, smiling sincerely, with no ulterior motives.
“My name is Xiao Hui.”
The girl answered truthfully, then seemed to remember something and asked, “Did you leave Star Diamond with Teacher Zhao last night?”
Xiao Hui’s expression was somewhat skeptical, as this matter had been the talk of the night.
Upon hearing this, Dong Enyu smiled openly and nodded, “Yes.”
“Is it really true?!” she exclaimed in surprise.
“It’s nothing, just a little ‘heart-to-heart’ with Teacher Zhao.”
Dong Enyu observed Xiao Hui’s expression and felt that the PRs at Star Diamond seemed to be quite afraid of Zhao Han, just like Young Master had to explain himself last night, and the female PR beside him had to respectfully address her as ‘teacher.’ Even Mama-san didn’t dare to offend her.
“Were you also taken out by Teacher Zhao?”
Dong Enyu jokingly asked, as she was a bit wild when playing around.
“No, I’ve never seen Teacher Zhao take a PR out; you’re the first.”
When Dong Enyu heard Xiao Hui say she was the first to be taken out by the teacher, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“I see you all seem quite afraid of her? Why is that?”
Dong Enyu asked lightly, worried that Xiao Hui might question the purpose of her inquiry.
She wanted to know Zhao Han’s status here.
“Of course we’re afraid. Teacher Zhao is very fierce, and her gaze is always cold when she looks at people. She doesn’t talk much,” Xiao Hui replied directly, resting her chin on her hand.
“Moreover, Teacher Zhao’s students are all the children of the North District’s big shots, so we don’t dare offend her. Sometimes the teacher even comes with other big shots to have fun. You have no idea how much those big shots respect Teacher Zhao.”
So Zhao Han is a tutor?
“So that’s how it is. After all, the teacher has a lot of authority, and those big shots ask her to guide their children, so they naturally have to be polite,” Dong Enyu casually responded.
Xiao Hui agreed wholeheartedly, adding that those big shots sometimes asked the teacher to discipline their children in front of the female PRs, leaving the young masters feeling embarrassed.
“Teacher Zhao has a great reputation in the tutoring world of North District. The children that others dare not teach are all guided by her, and every student is well-trained.”
Xiao Hui opened up, continuously spilling gossip to Dong Enyu, mentioning that Teacher Zhao was a highly educated individual who had studied abroad and was beautiful, with many big shots secretly pursuing her.
However, the teacher never made her feelings known, leaving those big shots only able to stare in frustration.
Having someone to share gossip with made Dong Enyu happy, and she continued to listen until Mama-san appeared, prompting her to slowly return to the basement.
Standing at the top of the stairs, she looked at the name “Zhao Han” in her contacts on her phone, finding it increasingly interesting.
So she sent a short message, simply typing two words: “Miss you.”
