"First, let us leave a breast imprint right here on the contract," Adrian Li instructed, pointing to the bottom of the 50-million-yuan document.
Qin Yumo bit her lower lip nervously. She hesitated for a split second before stepping forward, using her left hand to gently cradle her heavy, natural breast. "Do you require imprints from both, Master... or is one sufficient?"
'Excellent,' Adrian thought, nodding in silent satisfaction. He genuinely appreciated this pragmatic, realistic attitude.
Aside from those women he completely despised—or those whose personalities were so inherently toxic that they were repulsive, like Qu Xiaoxiao or the hypocritical squad from Tiny Times—he was actually willing to grant a degree of leniency to those who recognized the reality of power. After all, he wasn't a senseless demon who derived pleasure solely from blind cruelty. As long as a woman behaved, accepted her position, and refrained from causing unnecessary drama, he had zero reason to be excessively harsh.
"A single imprint will suffice," Adrian replied smoothly.
Hearing his confirmation, Qin Yumo cradled her left breast, guiding her sensitive nipple down into the brass inkpad until it was coated in rich, crimson red. She then pressed the tip firmly onto the parchment directly beneath the liability waiver.
"Is this satisfactory, Master?" she asked in a soft, purring tone as she presented the ink-stained document to him.
She truly proved herself a modern, elite corporate professional; she knew precisely how to adapt, swallow her pride, and position herself to survive. In direct comparison, Fan Shengmei's psychological awareness was lightyears behind. Fan Shengmei's mindset was still hopelessly trapped in the previous century—naively believing that being a kept mistress merely required opening her legs on a plush mattress.
In this era, to serve as a high-society mistress or a private luxury, being beautiful and possessing a flawless figure was merely the baseline requirement. One was required to master various emotional, physical, and psychological skills to cater to every whim of her owner! Those foolish women who assumed physical availability was enough were destined to remain at the absolute bottom of the food chain for their entire lives.
"A legal document of such supreme gravity should naturally be secured with a proper seal as well, wouldn't you agree, Miss Qin?" Adrian asked, his eyes trailing down her bare hips.
Qin Yumo's expression faltered slightly. It was obvious she hadn't anticipated him demanding a secondary, far more explicit stamp. However, her hesitation lasted barely two seconds before she forced a bright, radiant smile.
"Yes... of course! Mr. Li is entirely correct," she chimed smoothly. "A contract of this magnitude definitely requires an absolute seal to be legally binding!"
Without a moment's delay, Qin Yumo executed a flawless, vertical split right beside the desk, lifting one slender leg straight above her head and completely exposing her delicate, private anatomy to his gaze.
"I studied traditional folk dance for several years during my youth," she murmured, a blush creeping up her neck. "Though my flexibility is a bit rusty these days... please forgive any lack of grace, Mr. Li!"
Knowing precisely what visual stimulation he desired, Qin Yumo lightly stepped her bare, jade-like foot onto the edge of the polished table. With a fluid roll of her body, she hoisted herself up and stood directly atop the mahogany desk.
She dropped into a tight, frog-like squat over the documents, picked up the inkpad, and thoroughly coated her sensitive folds in the vibrant red dye. Lowering her hips, she pressed herself firmly down against the signature line of the slave contract.
When she lifted her body back up, a vibrant, intricate crimson mark was cleanly transferred onto the cream paper, resembling a vivid red butterfly spreading its wings.
"Magnificent," Adrian smiled, gesturing toward the adjoining suite. "Now, go take a thorough shower and wash yourself clean."
"Yes, Master," Qin Yumo obeyed immediately, stepping off the table, gathering the completed contracts, and retreating into the private bathroom.
About five minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Qin Yumo stepped out into the bedroom, her skin glistening with water droplets. A few stray drops clung to her eyelashes and cheeks—though whether they were merely residual shower water or silent tears was impossible to tell.
"Yumo, come over here," Adrian beckoned lazily.
Qin Yumo immediately walked over to his lounge chair, kneeling submissively beside him.
"Tell your Master," Adrian teased, reaching out to roughly palm her heavy, natural E-cup breast, "given how remarkably skilled and flexible you are... did you frequently work as a private sex slave for wealthy men in your past?"
"Master, you cannot wrong me like that!" Qin Yumo cooed, leaning her shoulder flush against his chest so he could more comfortably manipulate her heavy flesh. "Before today, I was an accomplished, highly respected career woman!"
Because she was bent over his lap, her breasts dangled naturally in the air, appearing exponentially larger under the soft lighting of the room. The twin spheres hung like heavy melons in front of her chest—so voluminous that an average man's hands couldn't even wrap around their base.
As Adrian idly kneaded the warm flesh, his thoughts drifted back to his experiences in the apocalyptic world he had conquered. Back in that chaotic realm, he had been accustomed to modifying and playing with massive, cartoonishly exaggerated breasts. But in this mundane, realistic urban setting, encountering a natural size of this caliber without surgical enhancement was surprisingly rare.
Even with the specialized chemical compounds he had forced Nan Xiang to ingest over the past two weeks, her chest had barely expanded to match Qin Yumo's natural baseline. Furthermore, real-world biology operated under drastically different physical constraints than anime universes; forcing a woman's breasts beyond her natural genetic threshold without proper structural support inevitably resulted in severe, unattractive sagging.
He certainly adored massive breasts, but he harbored zero interest in loose, sack-like tissue that dragged down to a woman's navel.
Qin Yumo, however, possessed the immaculate genetic foundation to undergo deep biological development. Given her natural elasticity and firm connective tissue, with proper hormonal conditioning, she could easily be expanded to a pristine, towering J-cup without losing her firmness!
Adrian gripped the base of Qin Yumo's breast, sliding his fingers firmly downward along the internal mammary paths toward her nipple—a specialized massaging technique he had perfected during his time in previous world. Whether it was Katsura Kotonoha or the Takagi mother and daughter, whenever he deployed this specific pressure point, their breast milk would flow like a burst dam. As for Shizuka Marikawa, that legendary milk cow would continuously leak even while sleeping, forcing him to tie her nipples shut to prevent her from drenching the silk sheets.
"Ah—! My breasts... they feel so intensely hot!" Qin Yumo gasped sharply as his fingers traced the internal pathways. A sudden, searing wave of heat radiated along her milk ducts, sending a strange, overwhelming sensation through her chest that forced an involuntary cry from her lips.
Adrian traced the channels all the way to the tip, but to his mild disappointment, not a single drop of fluid emerged from her pink nipple.
Smack! Smack!
He casually slapped the sides of her heavy, melon-like breasts, letting them jiggle violently before shaking his head in mock pity. "To possess such massive, beautiful breasts yet yield not a single drop of milk... what kind of useless dairy cow are you supposed to be?"
Qin Yumo's eyes instantly welled with red, stinging tears. Although she had mentally prepared herself for endless degradation the moment she pressed her body onto that contract, she hadn't expected him to mock her biological functions so ruthlessly.
"A... a cow must be impregnated before she can produce milk for her owner, Master," Qin Yumo whispered pitifully, swallowing her intense shame.
"If you can only lactate while pregnant, then you lack the elite qualifications of a true livestock investment," Adrian replied with a gentle, dark smile, idly rolling her erect nipple between his fingers. "Rest assured... within ten days at most, I will recondition your biology and turn you into a genuine, continuously producing dairy cow."
A wave of profound, hollow sorrow washed over Qin Yumo's soul. An educated, stunning modern woman with a high-class career, an enviable figure, and refined social grace was about to be systematically transformed into a literal piece of farm livestock. It was a terrifying reality that her mind could barely process.
Yet, staring into the dark, absolute eyes of the billionaire holding her debt, she lowered her head flush against his knee.
"This cow... thanks her Master in advance for her rearing."
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