Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu was taken away.

Passing through the inconspicuous hidden door at the end of the corridor, the elevator descends, and when it opens again, you are greeted by a luxurious, dark room-like space.

The crystal chandelier hanging from the dome was only lit at the edge, creating the illusion of a private palace built underground—magnificent and luxurious, yet eerily quiet.

Two maids silently watched over her after she finished bathing and helped her change into clean clothes.

A black velvet halter-neck mini dress, with two thin straps tightly binding her slender shoulders. Dark lines crisscross the back, extending from her waist down to her tailbone, leaving her partially naked and partially covered.

The skirt was very short, barely covering the middle of her thighs, and the waistline was cinched, highlighting the girl's delicate and frail figure.

Looking at the person in the mirror, Shi Luyu felt like a gift that had been unwrapped and was about to be presented to please its owner.

The maids then led her to a video room and ordered her to go in without any expression.

Shi Luyu tried her best to regulate her disordered breathing, took a deep breath, and then forced herself to push the door open and enter.

A huge projection screen was embedded in the wall, and wooden cabinets on both sides displayed vinyl records and various audio equipment. The room's air conditioning was set very low, making it feel like an icebox.

The air was filled with the subtle scent of fir men's fragrance. A huge velvet sofa sat in the shadows, and red wine bottles were scattered on the coffee table. The dim shadows of the curtains cast oblique light on the wine bottles, giving them a dark and lustrous glow.

Behind him, the maid left, and the double wooden doors slammed shut.

Shi Luyu trembled involuntarily, standing alone in place.

The skirt was too thin, and cold air seeped in from all directions. She hugged herself tightly, not knowing what awaited her.

Time stretched on endlessly and desperately in the deathly silence.

Every second, Shi Luyu was extremely vigilant and highly tense, which amplified her hearing by more than a hundred times.

……coming!

She could clearly hear the footsteps of an adult male.

The leather shoes clicked on the marble floor as he approached slowly and deliberately.

The sound pierced through the door, like some eerie countdown, step by step, precisely hitting her terrified heartbeat.

"click"

The door opened.

The man walked in slowly, still wearing the black and gold eagle-head mask.

The black shirt was tucked into the trousers, and his posture was upright and slender, as if he had just emerged from the underworld.

The mask obscured half of his handsome face, which only accentuated his striking features: a high nose and thin lips.

He walked straight past her, sat down on the velvet sofa, crossed his knees, and beckoned to her with his long finger.

Shi Luyu bit her lip hard, her teeth chattering in resistance, but she could only obediently move over.

Wearing a mask, Xu Yuanjia indifferently raised his eyes, his gaze slowly moving over her. After a long while, he spoke, his voice low and lazy, "Turn around."

She was taken aback.

"Back." The man had little patience.

Shi Luyu's breathing became erratic. After hesitating for a few seconds, she slowly turned around.

"Take it off." The command came again from behind.

Shi Luyu knew in her heart that she had no choice at this point, and that living was more important than being humiliated and defiled.

Without much hesitation, she turned her back and untied the velvet ribbon behind her back.

The thin straps were tied tightly, and her hands trembled violently when she tried to untie them, but no one behind her urged her on.

But it was that silence, that stare, that felt like a sharp blade behind one's back, that made one feel suffocated.

She quickened her pace, and finally the last two thin straps came undone, causing the back of her skirt to open slightly to the sides, revealing her fair and plump back, as well as the light pink scar that had fallen off after the scab had fallen off.

The room remained quiet for a long time.

Then, Xu Yuanjia slowly raised his hand.

Even though she couldn't see behind her, Shi Luyu still sensed something and instinctively tried to hide, but the man's hand had already fallen first.

There was no violence as I had imagined.

The man's long, bony fingers brushed aside her smooth hair, making the wound more clearly visible. His cold fingertips touched her skin, and Shi Luyu trembled slightly.

"It's healing well." He lowered his eyelashes, looking at the wound with a half-smile. "It's more beautiful than I expected."

Pretty.

The word coming from his mouth was chilling.

Xu Yuanjia withdrew his hand, casually picked up a bottle of red wine, and tapped it twice on the coffee table with two fingers, the sound resounding:

"Pour the wine."

Shi Luyu's lips turned pale; she dared not resist.

She turned around, bent down, and picked up the wine bottle with both hands. Even though the ties at the back of her dress were still loose, she didn't dare to care and could only carefully control the range of her movements.

The black velvet ribbons hung loosely on her body; if she bent down just an inch lower, the neckline would open forward, revealing the soft, white curves of the girl's chest.

She had to hold her neckline loosely with one hand while reaching for the decanter with the other. Her slender waistline was faintly visible under the loose fabric, and her shoulder blades swayed slightly with the movement, like a butterfly with clipped wings.

Pitiful and fragile.

Shi Luyu tried her best to remain calm as she poured the wine into her glass, its dark red luster shimmering in the dim light.

Xu Yuanjia took a sip of wine, then kicked the edge of the coffee table.

"Kneel down."

Shi Luyu bit her lower lip, knowing there was no way out, so she could only try her best to carefully kneel on the coffee table.

Her knees pressed against the cold glass tabletop, the hem of her skirt barely covering her upper thighs, and cold air enveloped her from all directions.

The man suddenly reached out, grabbed her chin, and pulled her closer without any pity.

"Afraid of me?"

"No..." Shi Luyu didn't have time to argue. She lost her balance and fell over in a disheveled state.

His knee slid across the glass, knocking over the wine bottles and glasses on the coffee table, spilling dark red wine that trickled down the corner of the table.

She frantically tried to support herself, but her hands could only barely support her on either side of his knees. Kneeling on the edge of the table, she almost fell into his arms.

The girl dared not look up; her eyelashes trembled violently, and her breathing was rapid and disordered.

Xu Yuanjia glanced down at her through the mask, a smile playing on his thin lips. He released her hand and leaned back.

"Untie your tie."

Shi Luyu swallowed nervously, trying her best to calm herself down, and stretched out her hands to him, trembling.

However, the next instant, the man's commanding tone rang out again, his voice low and magnetic:

"Use your mouth."