"This channel is extraordinarily tight!"
At the exact second Adrian Li released his hot, heavy seed deep inside Qin Yumo's core, he felt a remarkable, involuntary biological event occur.
Her lush, uniquely swollen labia and inner walls began to convulse with rhythmic, automatic contractions. From the outside in, the layers of sensitive tissue rippled in sequence, forcibly squeezing every single drop of fluid directly out of his shaft.
"Fascinating mechanism!"
Experiencing her body's natural peristaltic reflex, Adrian felt an effect strikingly similar to Nan Xiang using her mouth to thoroughly suck his shaft clean after intimacy—making it almost difficult to pull his dick out.
Of course, the raw muscular force of her inner channel couldn't quite match the deliberate suction of a human mouth; while the contraction frequency was comparable, the absolute pressure was naturally lower.
'Still, with proper hormonal development and targeted physical conditioning, an exquisite instrument like this can easily be transformed into a genuine, automated sperm-extraction machine.'
With a lingering sense of dark satisfaction, Adrian slowly withdrew his shaft, intending to order Qin Yumo onto her knees to lick him clean. But as he looked down, he froze in mild shock.
His shaft was thoroughly painted in a bright, unmistakable crimson.
'Did I actually manage to violently tear her inner walls apart?'
He immediately looked down at the mahogany table. From Qin Yumo's still-convulsing, swollen labia majora all the way down to the heavy pool of fluid on the hardwood floor, the entire surface was dyed a vivid, bright red!
For a split second, his mind struggled to reconcile the scene.
According to the thorough background investigation compiled by Yi Zhongtian, Qin Yumo had dated a serious boyfriend during her university years, and later spent several years as the primary partner of the South African diamond merchant, Richard. In modern society, claiming that a woman could maintain long-term romantic relationships without ever engaging in full intimacy was utter nonsense. Furthermore, corporate hotel records explicitly confirmed that she had booked private rooms with both men on multiple occasions.
So how could her hymen still be intact?
"Step inside!" Adrian called out toward the suite door, setting aside his initial confusion.
Numbers Seven and Eight—his elite, private female enforcers stationed in the corridor—immediately entered the room to restore order. Number Seven dropped to her knees without a word, opening her mouth to thoroughly lick his blood-stained shaft clean.
Meanwhile, Qin Yumo remained slumped across the mahogany table, her eyes rolled back into her head, her chest barely rising as she drifted into a deep, shock-induced faint.
"Take her to the medical wing for a full diagnostic scan," Adrian commanded Number Eight, gesturing toward the unconscious woman.
"Understood, Master!" Number Eight hoisted Qin Yumo's bare, limp form over her shoulder like a sack of grain and exited the suite.
Because Adrian maintained his own private, top-tier medical team equipped with state-of-the-art diagnostic technology, the official report was generated within twenty minutes.
"A deep-set, retroverted hymen? Located behind an exceptionally deep mons, only breaking under extreme depth?"
Reading the medical evaluation handed to him, Adrian felt a strange mix of dark amusement and mild irony.
He had often encountered online jokes about women possessing 'an ancient outer layer, but an untouched inner core,' yet he had never anticipated encountering a textbook case in reality!
Qin Yumo's natural labia majora were extraordinarily full and thick, measuring roughly three to four centimeters in outer depth alone. Furthermore, her specific structural hymen was set unusually far back within her internal channel. According to the team's precise anatomical measurements, unless a male shaft possessed an active, functional depth exceeding ten centimeters of girth and length beyond her thick outer lips, it was biologically impossible to ever breach her inner barrier!
It was glaringly obvious: both of her previous boyfriends had been embarrassingly short and inadequate, leaving her an untouched virgin despite years of romantic history!
'What an absurd, hilarious reality,' Adrian chuckled silently, tossing the report onto the desk. 'No wonder I encountered that sudden, rigid resistance right when I hit her cervix.'
"What is her current condition?" Adrian asked, turning to Number Eight.
"The head physician reports that Miss Qin suffered from severe nervous exhaustion compounded by prolonged financial trauma," Number Eight reported cleanly. "They administered a mild sedative to stabilize her vitals, and she is currently resting in deep sleep."
Over the past fortnight, Qin Yumo had been psychologically crushed under the weight of her 20-million-yuan legal judgment, only to endure an hour of brutal physical breaking across a table. The combined toll on her mind and body had completely depleted her stamina; letting her sleep off the trauma was the most practical choice.
"Instruct the specialized medical team to begin preparing the chemical conditioning regimen," Adrian ordered, a cold, dark smile playing on his lips.
Admittedly, discovering that Qin Yumo was a pristine virgin was an exceptional, unexpected bonus. But possessing a high-tier biological specimen like her only fueled his desire to test the absolute limits of her physical transformation.
Given his supreme status, unless a woman possessed world-class facial beauty, common partners held zero long-term appeal for him. This was precisely why the elite heirs in fiction frequently grew bored of generic socialites and pursued rare, unusual targets. When one was accustomed to consuming endless delicacies, exploring wild, exotic game was far more entertaining.
Of course, unlike the naive tropes of romance novels, elevated status didn't mean marrying a common pet. At best, a woman like Qin Yumo was an exotic prize to be collected, reconditioned, and played with behind locked doors. Those with a sliver of mercy might keep her comfortable in a high-end cage; those without mercy...
Well, there was no need to detail her future options.
Sleeping peacefully under the influence of the sedative, Qin Yumo had zero inkling of the biological transformations awaiting her. Had she possessed foreknowledge of her owner's conditioning plans, she might have desperately chosen the ten-year assistant contract instead!
However, regret pills did not exist in this world. According to the absolute slave contract she had stamped with her own body, for the next decade, every single fiber of her flesh, her health, and her internal organs belonged entirely to Adrian Li, to be disposed of at his absolute whim.
While Qin Yumo slept in the medical wing, Yi Zhongtian was operating at absolute capacity across the city.
The Young Master had assigned an overwhelming volume of complex operations in rapid succession, explicitly demanding that every single corporate downfall and legal trap be executed with absolute, airtight precision—leaving zero paper trails leading back to the estate. Even with access to top-tier municipal resources, the fixer was pushed to his absolute limit.
Standing in his private office, Yi Zhongtian smoothed the lapels of his suit as he reviewed a thick, freshly stamped legal dossier.
He had finally finalized the fatal corporate trap for the Gu Group.
According to the forged, judicially authenticated documents bearing the official seal of the Ministry of Justice, the late chairman Gu Yansheng had secretly mortgaged every single corporate asset, property, and equity share directly to state lenders prior to his death. In reality, the multi-hundred-million-yuan Gu Group was now nothing more than an insolvent, empty husk buried under staggering liability debt.
Staring at the crisp, crimson judicial stamp on the master contract, Yi Zhongtian let out a long, silent sigh.
In this world, absolute political authority was truly the most terrifying force in existence.
Gu Li—the proud, breathtaking heiress of the Gu family—stood at the absolute apex of Shanghai's elite youth circle. She was gorgeous, possessed an enviable figure, commanded hundreds of millions in nominal wealth, and was courted by a wealthy, high-society partner. Her life was the literal textbook template for ultimate privilege.
Yet now, simply because the Young Master had developed a dark interest in breaking her until she crawled as his submissive dog, she was about to be transformed from an untouchable heiress into an insolvent, penniless fugitive overnight. Every single one of her high-society connections, her superficial friends, and her status would evaporate like mist under the sun. Her ultimate destination was a locked cage inside Mansion No. 1.
'Human destiny is truly an unpredictable, fragile thing,' Yi Zhongtian reflected, a faint chill running down his spine.
However, after barely a second of philosophical contemplation, he burst into a quiet, self-deprecating laugh.
He was merely a high-level fixer executing commands; he possessed zero right or desire to question his master's games. Besides, he was working himself to the bone sixteen hours a day—why on earth would he waste his precious mental energy feeling pity for a spoiled, arrogant rich girl?
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