Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

"Please...please have mercy, young master..." Xueyao closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, carrying her last bit of shyness and resigned plea.

Lin Feng didn't say much, he just kept removing his armor.

The movements were neither hurried nor slow.

When she was completely stripped bare, her sculpted, streamlined figure, enhanced through repeated enhancements, was exposed to the air in the dimly lit boudoir.

Sensing the presence of a strange man, Xueyao tensed up, her eyelashes trembled even more violently, and her cheeks flushed red like a sunset.

She dared not open her eyes, and could only vaguely, with the last vestige of futile shyness, remind him: "Young...Young Master...candle..."

It means, could you please blow out the candle and preserve the last bit of dignity in the darkness?

Looking at her embarrassed and helpless appearance, like a lamb to the slaughter, Lin Feng chuckled softly.

He leaned down and spoke into her burning ear in a tone that was both playful and unquestionable.

He slowly uttered a sentence that Xueyao neither fully understood nor fully grasped, yet which inexplicably made her heart pound: "You know what? The best way to eliminate fear is to face it."

Having said that, fear descended, and evil began to invade.

……

The moon rises above the willow branches, its clear light filtering through the window screen, casting dappled silver frost across the ground.

The chill of the night seeped in quietly through the cracks in the window, but it couldn't dispel the warmth inside.

Meanwhile, in another luxurious room at Wangchun Pavilion.

Although it was late at night, the madam, too excited to sleep, was hiding under the brocade quilt.

Despite the darkness, she was completely unaware, her attention focused entirely on the palm of her right hand.

There lay the glass bead that had been traded from Lin Feng.

In dim light, the luminescent powder mixed inside the glass bead emits a faint green glow, not very bright, but clear enough.

The madam was mesmerized, a silly grin spreading across her face, and the wrinkles around her eyes smoothing out.

She carefully and gently stroked the smooth, cool bead with the fingers of her other hand, feeling its flawless roundness, murmuring to herself:

"How beautiful! How can there be something so beautiful in the world?"

"It's like a treasure from a fairy tale, the more you look at it, the more you like it."

"This is a huge windfall! Heaven has been kind to me, allowing me to obtain such a peerless treasure."

"I'll rely on it for the rest of my life, to live a life of wealth and luxury."

She was completely immersed in fantasies about future wealth and status. The pain she felt when bargaining with Lin Feng earlier had long since vanished, leaving only endless smugness and satisfaction.

I feel like I've made the smartest and most profitable deal of my life.

Just as the madam was basking in her own glory, daydreaming over the glass beads...

Inside Xueyao's boudoir, within the warm bed curtains.

Xueyao lay helplessly on Lin Feng's strong, broad chest, her beautiful hair cascading down like a waterfall.

She was breathing slightly, her chest rising and falling gently with her breath, and a fine layer of fragrant sweat glistened on her snow-white arms.

After a long while, she finally caught her breath and couldn't help but raise her eyes, her voice carrying a complex emotion that was barely perceptible: "Young Master, you...you're just like a raging bull."

Lin Feng rested his arm behind his head and chuckled softly upon hearing this, "Oh? I'll take it as a compliment."

Xueyao was taken aback by his blunt and shameless words, and two faint blushes rose on her pale cheeks.

She couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Young Master Lin, you always say things that make people feel awkward."

Lin Feng turned his head and glanced at her, his tone indifferent: "I spend money to make myself happy, not to take care of other people's feelings."

These words were harsh; if they had been spoken a few hours earlier, Xueyao would likely have been even more grief-stricken. But now, facing her fear head-on, she was utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

In the process of facing fear, I've become much more detached from it, and my mindset has changed.

The deed is done, and any further resentment or shame seems futile.

She lay there quietly, silent for a moment, then sighed softly, her voice as light as a sigh:

"Perhaps this is my fate."

Orphaned and sold by his uncle, he ended up in the dark and secluded Wangchun Pavilion.

Perhaps meeting the young master is already much better than falling into the hands of certain people.

At this point, her gaze drifted to the red candle on the table not far away, still burning quietly, its wax dripping and the flame flickering slightly.

She bit her lip and said in a very soft but clearly pleading voice:

"Young Master Lin... Xueyao... could I ask you for a favor?"

Lin Feng closed his eyes to rest, and upon hearing this, he did not open them, but simply said, "Tell me."

Xueyao took a deep breath, as if summoning all her courage. Her voice trembled slightly, yet remained exceptionally clear: "Young Master... could you help Xueyao redeem herself?"

Lin Feng finally opened his eyes, turned his head to look at her beautiful face so close to his, filled with humble pleading, and a smile that was not quite a smile appeared on his lips.

"What, do you think I'm a pushover?"

I'm not that selfless and altruistic.

"No," Xueyao quickly shook her head, explaining urgently, a layer of mist rising in her eyes, "Xueyao dares not indulge in wishful thinking."

But... but it's all over now. I've lost... lost my innocence. In this Wangchun Pavilion, I can only become an ordinary courtesan, leaning against the door, selling smiles, welcoming and seeing off guests.

"Those days..." Her voice choked, "Worse than death."

I force a smile every day, facing all sorts of strangers.

If one is lucky enough to live to old age and lose their beauty, they will be driven out, left to wander the streets, and eventually die in a mass grave.

The thought of living such a humiliating and painful life fills me with dread.

She raised her head, tears finally streaming down her face, but she tried to make her gaze appear firm: "As long as you, sir, are willing to redeem me and take me away from this hellhole."

Xueyao swore to the heavens that she would be the young master's only servant for the rest of her life.

To serve as a slave or maid, to serve tea and water.

Life and death, honor and disgrace, all follow the young master.

Serving only the young master is far better than being like the other ladies in the boudoir, whose lives were described as "a single red lip tasted by ten thousand, a pair of jade arms borne by a thousand pillows"—that was true living hell.

Her words carried a desperate gamble and the humblest yet most realistic hope for the future.

Rather than be trampled on by countless people, it's better to entrust your fate to one person.

Even if this person is equally domineering and speaks harshly, at least they are not hypocritical.

Lin Feng listened quietly, his fingers unconsciously playing with her loose strands of hair.

After a long pause, he finally spoke slowly: "That's interesting, and what you said is quite true."

He paused, and under Xueyao's tense, almost breathless gaze, continued, "It's not entirely impossible to help you redeem yourself."

Xueyao's beautiful eyes lit up instantly.

A look of disbelief and surprise flashed across her beautiful face: "Young master, are you... are you telling the truth?"

"What do you want me to do? I'll do anything, as long as you take me with you."

"Oh? You're willing to do anything?"

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, a meaningful smile appearing on his face. He leaned close to Xue Yao's ear, lowered his voice, and whispered a few words in a volume that only the two of them could hear.

Upon hearing this, Xueyao's already flushed cheeks turned bright red, and even her ears and neck were tinged with an alluring pink.

She buried her face deeply in Lin Feng's shoulder in embarrassment.

After a long pause, she spoke in a barely audible voice, "This...this is a bit dirty."

"Never mind then, I don't like forcing people to do things they don't want to do."

"No, let me try."

"You're a promising student; look at me when you eat."