Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 628 - 608 The Taste of an Eastern Woman
Hah! Truly ruthless! Huo Shao wants to play him to death!
The room’s door was pushed open, with footsteps treading upon the carpet drawing ever closer.
Several voluptuous Western women, scantily clad and easily weighing nearly 200 kilograms each, entered the room, surrounding the bed as if admiring a piece of fresh meat, eyeing the drugged man upon it.
A pungent perfume aroma accompanied by the faint body odor peculiar to Westerners hit him in the face. Si Yuheng angrily barked at the almost greasy lumps of fat, "Get lost."
One of the bodyguards at the door spoke, "Boss knows Hall Master Si has many women, and he also knows Hall Master Si’s taste. He has specially prepared the type you like, consider it a way to loosen up your bones, Hall Master Si! Please enjoy to your heart’s content, Hall Master Si."
He paused, then strangely smiled pointing to the ceiling, "Oh, and by the way. Hall Master Si, if you perform well, you’ll look better on camera."
With that, he closed the door with a bang and locked it from the outside.
Si Yuheng understood, they had installed cameras on the room’s ceiling!
Damn it!
Too cunning and vicious, this was even worse than beating him brutally or even crippling his limbs!
They had slipped him an aphrodisiac, forcing him to copulate with several fat women. After one night, even if he wasn’t drained of life, he’d be halfway to the grave!
Who knew where these women were sourced from, foreign models or prostitutes perhaps? And if they transmitted some filthy disease to him, wouldn’t that be even more unjust?
And with the recording, if it got leaked back home, how could he, the Hall Master of Beiming Hall, maintain his standing? Being overpowered by several women and ridiculed beyond belief.
Just then, the fat women had already climbed onto the bed, pressing even closer.
"Such a handsome man, and mixed-race too."
"Oh my God, what a great physique, even better than the top male models I’ve seen..."
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Si Yuheng steadied his mind, suppressing the restlessness in his body, his eyes piercingly cold, "Untie me."
"We can’t do that. Mr. Huo instructed us to serve you well," said one particularly enormous woman, who must have weighed at least one hundred eighty kilograms, as she provocatively blew air at Si Yuheng.
Si Yuheng, resisting the urge to pass out from the revulsion, coldly replied, "How can you serve me without untying these ropes?"
The Western women paused, thought about it, and seemed to find it reasonable. After all, he was already drugged and the door was locked, where could he run to?
Two of them proceeded to untie Si Yuheng’s limbs.
Feeling the restraints on his limbs removed, Si Yuheng swiftly struck with the edge of his hand. The woman who had been untying him immediately rolled her eyes back and collapsed onto the bed.
Si Yuheng, controlling the heat in his body, rolled off the bed and amidst the women’s screams, grabbed a chair and smashed it against the floor-to-ceiling window!
With a resounding "clang", the window shattered, scattering glass fragments everywhere!
The silvery moonlight from the suburbs poured in, casting ghostly shadows on Si Yuheng’s face.
The women, watching the man, screamed softly and backpedaled a few steps, no longer daring to stop him.
Si Yuheng rushed to the balcony outside the window. It was only the second floor, not too high, and there was a thick layer of grass below.
Without a second thought, he jumped. As he was about to hit the ground, he rolled a couple of times on the grass, absorbing the impact without injury, then quickly got up and sprinted away, his back to the villa, disappearing into the night.
A Land Rover was already driving towards him. Beiming Hall’s subordinate who had been waiting outside opened the car door, "Hall Master, get in."
The Land Rover sped away, reaching the harbor where they switched to a speedboat, heading towards Li Island far from the city center.
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The villa on Li Island.
Subordinates supported Si Yuheng as they approached the mansion, and other members of Beiming Hall who were left behind crowded around, "What happened to the Hall Master?"
The subordinate waved his hand, "Nothing serious. Mission accomplished. Prepare the plane, we’ll return to the country before dawn."
As people dispersed, the subordinate glanced at Si Yuheng with some concern, "Hall Master, how about I go find a doctor on the island for you first?"
Boss Huo had only intended to give the Hall Master a hard time, not actually put his life in danger, but the injections were still extremely unpleasant.
Si Yuheng felt his fever getting worse, his throat burning so much that even his voice became hoarse. The effects of the MI Hallucinogen were making his consciousness blur, unable to clearly distinguish the faces before him, yet he gestured not to bother.
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In the master bedroom on the second floor.
After being brought back to the villa on Li Island, Liang Anya returned to Si Yuheng’s room and sat on the sofa, sleepless for the entire night.
Having just left this dreadful place, she was coerced into returning!
She had been holding her breath all night long, how could she feel like sleeping? She kept only a small table lamp on, dimmed to its lowest, waiting for that man to come back and set her free.
Suddenly, the bedroom door banged open with a loud noise.
Startled, she stood up, and before she could speak, she saw a familiar tall figure stagger into the room.
"Si Yuheng, you’re back! Did you get things done? Can you let me go now?"
Liang Anya rushed forward, and just as the last word left her mouth, she abruptly fell silent.
The man’s bloodshot eyes were like those of a starving wild beast deep in the jungle. Even from a distance, she could feel the heat emanating from his body.
Something was off with him...
"What’s wrong with you?" Anya’s sense of alarm spiked, and she stepped back twice.
"Got things done, huh? Sweetheart, you’ve made me look bad." Si Yuheng advanced step by step, cornering her at the edge of the bed. With one stride, he lifted her horizontally and placed her onto the European-styled large bed.
"Let go of me—have you gone mad—Si Yuheng—what are you doing—" Anya could tell that this time was different from the usual "sleeping together"; she started kicking and struggling.
Si Yuheng flipped over her, pinning her down, his large hand covering her mouth, his hoarse voice sounding like it came from the depths of hell, "I need a woman now to make myself feel better."
The scorching heat of the man’s body made Anya immediately guess that he must have taken some kind of drug—
Could her luck get any worse? There were two women in the same villa, any of whom he could use to satisfy his needs, but it had to be her who was in his bedroom, right?
She broke into a sweat, "You’ve got the wrong person! Go find Amy, go find Kasey! I’m not your woman! Or let me go, and I’ll call them over for you!"
The soft body of a young woman only further inflamed the man.
He had been sleeping with her almost every day for a while now, her scent, he was very familiar with.
He suddenly wanted to taste what a pure Eastern woman was like.
Si Yuheng withdrew his hand, his ambiguous and deep voice resonating in her ear, "You’ve had the taste of a man before. What’s the act for?"
For a young lady like her, beautiful and with no lack of pursuers; having stayed abroad and in a country known for its liberal views on relationships; a woman in her twenties must have had boyfriends, right?
He didn’t believe in ghosts!
