All the goddesses in the world are lusting after my body.

That conflicted with what she wanted.

She wanted Sister Shixue to stay at the maid shop, to stay by her side, and to occasionally care for and look after her.

But what if Shi Xue knew that she had once pointed a knife at her beloved young master?

What will Shixue think?

What would it do?

The answer is obvious, but Cheng Diemeng forced herself not to think about those things.

She was just a foolish girl who wanted to take back something, something precious to her, in such a foolish and presumptuous way.

Whether we can do it or not, it doesn't matter if something is destroyed or lost.

I desperately need to vent my depression that I've been feeling for so many days.

Jiang Tang, unfortunately, became the target of her venting.

She didn't answer, wanting to force Jiang Tang to submit by stabbing him with the tip of a knife, because she understood that pain and knew that it would make people yield.

Otherwise, Cheng Diemeng should have already...

"But I still think you look better when you're not holding a knife. Shi Xue cares about the you from the past."

Jiang Tang said slowly.

"..."

Cheng Dieyi remained silent, but Jiang Tang could clearly sense her wavering through the trembling of the fruit knife.

Jiang Tang did not like this feeling of being coerced.

So it's about time I stopped playing these childish kidnapping games with young girls.

Thinking this, he precisely twisted the girl's wrist in the instant she was lost in thought.

The speed was so fast that the girl couldn't react at all, or rather, even if she knew what Jiang Tang was going to do next, she wouldn't be able to react.

The physiological differences between her and Jiang Tang are enormous.

Not to mention that she had no idea that Jiang Tang wasn't afraid when the knife was pointed at him.

What frees him from fear is either his lack of timidity or his extraordinary self-confidence.

The girl's wrists were slender. Jiang Tang's eyes had already adjusted to the dark color of the warehouse, so he could see that her fair and thin wrists had two scar-like marks on them.

In order to completely render the girl unable to resist.

Jiang Tang then tightened his grip, and the pain forced Cheng Diemeng to let out a soft cry of surprise. The immense pressure blocked the flow of blood to her palms and fingers.

Her fingers lost their strength, her fingertips trembled, and she could no longer grasp anything; the fruit knife fell to the ground with a thud.

--"clang!"

Driven by instinct, Cheng Diemeng used her other hand, which still had some strength left, to slap Jiang Tang.

But that feeling was like hitting the Fire Cloud Evil God on the head with a small wooden stick.

Aside from being insulting, it causes almost no harm.

But now, with the positions reversed, it's clear that Cheng Diemeng isn't the one who's been humiliated.

Moreover, Jiang Tang was used to holding the girl's two slender, snow-white wrists together and pressing her against the wall with only one hand.

In this way, the girl couldn't break free.

Shi Xue couldn't break free.

Cheng Diemeng felt utterly powerless, her pursed lips trembling. Out of fear, she instinctively looked up and saw the man's tall figure and handsome face.

The huge difference makes it clear to people almost instantly.

I have absolutely no chance of winning against him.

In fact... one could only appease them indirectly.

Jiang Tang's coercion and sense of oppression poured into Cheng Diemeng's fiercely beating heart, like a cup of bitter, strong coffee.

It's unacceptable to most people.

But those who love it can't live without it.

If Sister Shixue alleviated Cheng Diemeng's "self-destructive" tendencies, allowing her to return to a normal life and move towards a positive future...

Jiang Tang is like a poison; anyone who has faced him and tasted his poison will understand.

He will make people sink deeper and deeper, heading in a twisted and entangled direction, with no way back.

Cheng Diemeng just looked into Jiang Tang's eyes, and her legs went weak and she almost knelt down.

"What a shameless little girl."

Jiang Tang frowned slightly because he noticed the numerous scars on the girl's wrist that he was gripping tightly, revealed as the sleeve of her maid outfit slipped down.

"no, do not want……"

"Uh, it sounds more like I'm trying to do something inappropriate to you," Jiang Tang retorted.

"Let's put all that aside for now. What I'm about to say is something you probably won't like to hear even more."

He pressed his face against the girl's cheek, which was purely Jiang Tang's own perverse sense of humor.

He actually quite enjoys bullying these naive and foolish young girls.

Anyway, if he doesn't bully them or make them mature, they will be bullied and hurt by others, and thus forced to mature.

Compared to those people, Jiang Tang was only slightly more wicked in character. When faced with a weak person, he did not feel pity, but rather wanted to savor their beauty and weakness and plunder them.

He is not inherently bad, nor is he capable of doing anything bad.

In Japanese parlance, it would probably be "sadistic".

Cheng Dieyi felt the pressure coming at her, and she couldn't help but squeeze her legs together, her slightly pink knees pressed together, and she closed her eyes in fear.

She thought she could do nothing and could only let Jiang Tang bully and slaughter her.

But Jiang Tang stopped at a very discreet spot. He inadvertently caught a whiff of the girl's delicate fragrance, like a lonely little flower growing in a crack.

He said softly.

"Shiyuki will never go back to the maid shop."

That one sentence was enough to break Cheng Diemeng's defenses. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked at Jiang Tang with trembling eyes.

"She will only stay by my side."

"Furthermore, your misplaced attachment to Shixue makes me somewhat uncomfortable."

As he spoke, Jiang Tang tightened his grip on the girl's wrist even more.

This intensified Cheng Diemeng's sense of humiliation, causing her to begin sobbing softly.

She wanted to bow her head; she had already given in. She didn't want to stay here any longer... She wanted to escape. She felt like a fool, being manipulated by him...

Look up at me.

But Jiang Tang's command was simple, devoid of any extra emotion, and Cheng Diemeng could hardly resist, raising her tear-filled eyes.

She hated her submissive body...

But her instincts told her to obey and be patient.

Few people can go against their instincts. Cheng Diemeng's obsession with self-harm is also a manifestation of her instincts being suppressed by her family.

She enjoys self-harm and pain, and therefore enjoys being abused and inflicted with pain...

Jiang Tang's instincts were a pure suppression of her, like a lion and a trembling prairie rabbit.

Do you hate me?

How could Cheng Diemeng not hate Jiang Tang?

I hate this... I want to make my sister Shixue leave the man beside her.

But inexplicably, or rather, she felt that her body was not under her control.

Cheng Diemeng shook her head, her gaze pleading for Jiang Tang's mercy or forgiveness.

"I'm...I'm sorry, please, please don't bully me anymore..."

"Why? I think it would be better if only I could bully you."

"I will not allow any more scars to appear on your body, do you hear me?"

"..." Cheng Diemeng was speechless, but a strange warmth surged within her.

She didn't understand what was happening; it was as if her body was being branded with some kind of special mark.

Jiang Tang... Could it be that he's concerned about her?

The moment this thought crossed Cheng Diemeng's mind, she felt like she was going crazy.

But having experienced being controlled by Jiang Tang, perhaps she would find it hard to be interested in simple self-torture anymore.

"It seems like he's agreed," Jiang Tang said with a half-smile.

This made Cheng Diemeng feel as if she had no secrets at all, and that his gaze could see through everything, causing her body to tremble.

Jiang Tang began to feel pity for the girl in front of him, or perhaps it was just a touch of kindness that couldn't help but show when facing a trembling little pet.

Essentially, Cheng Diemeng is now like a cat in Jiang Tang's eyes.

As long as she's willing to pet him and rub her cat head against his palm.

Jiang Tang didn't mind giving this poor stray kitten a comfortable experience, feeding her her favorite cat food, or even more expensive canned tuna.

Although Jiang Tang and Shi Xue do not yet have their own cat.

But Jiang Tang is a very kind-hearted person; he'll buy a few sausages for stray cats he encounters on the street.

He likes cats, and cute, cat-like girls who are like cats—not causing too much trouble, yet bringing satisfaction.

Oh no, the graceful figures of the Mu sisters, Mu Yuqing and Mu Yunyi, are involuntarily appearing in my mind again.

If I told Shixue that I wanted to raise a "catgirl"... what would her reaction be?

Cough cough, I shouldn't have thought that far ahead. His lesson to Cheng Diemeng is almost over. Being able to see Cheng Diemeng's expression of almost crying is already a pretty good experience.