Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 188 Lin Ruoxi wants to escape?

Chapter 188 Lin Ruoxi wants to escape?

"Please..."

Lin Ruoxi's gaze lifted to meet his, eyes glistening with well-practiced tears.

Zhang Wei's laughter rang out, light and teasing, as he pinched her cheeks playfully. "Sure, my little slave is hungry! Let the master satisfy you."

*Smack!* His playful demeanor shifted into action, a move that took Lin Ruoxi by surprise. His dick smacked against her face, her astonishment evident, though quickly dismissed as she gathered herself.

With a steadying breath, she wrapped her hands around the heated object, her face inching closer to it with a practiced resolve.

An internal sigh escaped her, a fleeting thought echoing, 'How long must I endure this?' Grievances simmered beneath her calmness, yet she had come to understand over the past ten days that obedience led to a certain level of preferential treatment. Denial, on the other hand, invited punishment—be it physical or emotional.

The choice had been laid out before her, the reward and punishment approach embedding itself deeply in her psyche.

Zhang Wei had carefully constructed a web of conditioning around Lin Ruoxi, the boundaries of her submission becoming more defined with every interaction.

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*Slurp...*

*Slurp...*

Zhang Wei couldn't help but release a satisfied sigh as Lin Ruoxi skillfully moved her head up and down, engulfing him in a mind-blowing deepthroat.

After countless hours of practice, she had mastered the art effortlessly, transforming into an expert slave of pleasure.

However, the exertion was taking its toll on Lin Ruoxi, and she began to display signs of weariness. Her jaw grew numb, aching from the intensity of her actions.

Witnessing her struggle, Zhang Wei took swift action. He used his abilities and with a swift flick of his hand, he opened the fridge, causing the door to swing wide. Utilizing his powers, he carefully retrieved a frosty water bottle.

[....]

Under the speechless system, he slowly unscrewed the cap of the bottle, a mischievous glint in his eye. With deliberate precision, he aimed the icy cold water at her, as if relishing in the imminent shock that awaited her delicate skin.

!!

As the frigid liquid cascaded over her, a shiver shot through his own body, a reaction to both the temperature and the anticipation of her reaction.

Lin Ruoxi frozen in disbelief, her eyes widening at the unexpected assault. Time seemed to halt as her mind struggled to process the surreal scene unfolding before her. A chill seeped into her bones, momentarily paralyzing her thoughts.

"Are you still feeling tired?" Zhang Wei inquired, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

"...."

Lin Ruoxi, at a loss for words, remained speechless.

Beneath the surface, a tempest of emotions brewed within her, threatening to consume her sanity.

She fought to suppress the darkening tide, determined to maintain a facade of composure.

With sheer willpower, she pressed onward, continuing the task at hand.

Minutes turned into agonizing moments as she followed his lead, navigating the boundaries of her own endurance.

Until finally, with an explosive release, he reached his climax, filling her mouth with his essence, forcing her to swallow the bitter intensity.

The hours that followed blurred into a hazy oblivion. She became nothing more than a sex doll, used solely for pleasure.

"Haaa.... haaa..." Exhausted and depleted, she lay sprawled on the cold floor, her breaths becoming shallow gasps.

Despite her weariness, her eyes remained fixated on Zhang Wei as he prepared to depart once again, as if studying his retreating figure.

Summoning her courage, Lin Ruoxi tentatively voiced her question, her voice quivering, "W-when are you coming back?"

Zhang Wei's steps faltered, his expression intrigued as he glanced back at her. His interested smile held a layer of amusement. "Do you fear that I would abandon you here?"

*Gulp.*

The sound of her nervous swallow was audible, echoing her apprehension.

In her mind, Zhang Wei's laughter seemed to reverberate. "Don't worry, if you continue to be this obedient, I might take you outside in a few days."

!!

A surge of realization coursed through Lin Ruoxi, accompanied by a desperate resolve. 'This is my opportunity!' she silently exclaimed within her mind. 'I'll take it. I'll escape and never return to this wretched country again.'

With a newfound determination, Lin Ruoxi solidified her decision. When the chance presented itself, she would seize it without hesitation, slipping past her confinement and vanishing into another land, never to be visited by this demon again.

However, her plans weren't going to succeed this easily.

Zhang Wei had perceived a subtle shift in her expression as he closed the door behind him. But before he could query the system about her thoughts, his attention was drawn to Raven, who stood before him, biting her lips with an anxious look written all over her face.

"What happened?" He inquired, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"T-There are people outside, they clai—"

Before her sentence could conclude, Zhang Wei was already moving, his urgency propelling him outside.

What met his eyes was a scene of chaos—Brick laying defeated on the ground.

A black minivan stood parked, its doors wide open, revealing another man within. He was bound with ropes, his face bearing signs of swelling and violence.

The unmistakable figure was Tang Bo, and the evidence of his physical ordeal was undeniable.

Beside him, another woman sat, her mouth silenced by duct tape, her captivity evident even from a distance.

In front of the minivan, two women stood, leaning casually against it, their gazes fixed intently on Zhang Wei.

The light gleamed in their eyes, as both of them scrutinized Zhang Wei from head to toe.

Both were clad in tight-fitting black attire that accentuated their lithe and powerful figures.

The woman on the left, Qing She, had striking almond-shaped eyes that glinted with an air of controlled intensity. Her ebony hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, revealing a strong and sculpted jawline.

The woman on the right, Qing Cuiying, possessed a slightly taller stature, her posture exuding an aura of unyielding strength. Her piercing gaze was framed by short, raven-black hair that seemed to mirror the intensity of her demeanor.