Why does society collectively despise men who live off women？ Calling them 'kept men' as a disgust for this group that 'reaps without sowing'—but actually, this is just sour grapes. If someone can make a living this way, that's a skill in itself. It's like being a gigolo: if you can't satisfy the customers, you still get fired. So, since everyone is just trying to get by, don't nitpick about the methods and tricks used. —Jackass's Rant
Wu Nuanyue suddenly whispered in Ye Wudao's ear, pleading, 'Wudao, how about going to my place now？' Ye Wudao looked at her eager and mischievously cute expression, truly unable to refuse her request, so he had the somewhat gloomy Murong Xuehen pass a message to his mother.
Sitting in the Dutch royal gem Spyker sports car, with an annual production of only 50 units, Ye Wudao couldn't help but sigh that the rich were truly rich. Though he was also among the richest, he was still young and strictly controlled by adults, unable to fully experience the taste of luxury. He had ridden in the three series of Rolls-Royce, as well as world-class luxury cars like Maybach and Bentley, but this was the first time he got to feel a sports car he had only ever feasted his eyes on in magazines. From the golden ceremonial carriage presented to Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands for her coronation, to today's multimillion-dollar sports cars worth a fortune, Spyker constantly infuses its culture with noble blood and exalted status.
“This car costs over ten million, right？” Ye Wudao asked, looking at the luxurious interior. “Yeah, it has 525 horsepower and can go from 0 to 100 kilometers per hour in under 4 seconds！ This Spyker C8 Spyder even participated in the Le Mans race. But I still prefer the new Beetle convertible my dad gave me for my birthday last year, though the Peugeot 206CC my mom gave me is pretty nice too.” Wu Nuanyue said with a hint of pride.
“Is your family running a bank printing money or something?” Ye Wudao joked. Who would own two cars in the seventh grade, and both high-end luxury models at that?
Wu Nuanyue mysteriously shook her head and said nothing.
“Drug trafficking or robbery？” Ye Wudao laughed. “Get out of here, our family are legitimate businessmen！” Wu Nuanyue laughed and playfully punched Ye Wudao.
The car stopped at a super villa that could almost be called a small castle. There was an outdoor swimming pool, a massive garden, and a small golf green. It seemed like there were seven or eight servants around. Ye Wudao felt that his own home paled in comparison to this place.
Ye Wudao was pulled by Wu Nuanyue into the main hall adorned with Swarovski crystal chandeliers. She asked an elderly man, who looked nearly fifty and seemed destined to be a servant here for life, to prepare dinner. Ye Wudao could tell that the old man's concern for Wu Nuanyue was absolutely genuine—like the affection one has for their own granddaughter.
From this, it seemed that Wu Nuanyue's family had been wealthy for at least two or three generations. They say it takes several generations to cultivate a noble, so no wonder Wu Nuanyue could showcase her unique charm even in front of someone as cold and proud as Li Xuanhuang. Even more admirable was that despite her prominent background, she could still blend in with ordinary people at school without looking down on others. When Ye Wudao thought about how he had treated her like a slave, he couldn't help but feel both amused and annoyed.
During the meal, only Ye Wudao and Wu Nuanyue sat at the enormous table. Wu Nuanyue, who had a small appetite anyway, just watched Ye Wudao wolf down the food and kept adding dishes to his plate. "I know you like Zhejiang and Anhui cuisine from the eight major culinary traditions, so I specially had the chef make you West Lake vinegar fish, Longjing shrimp, Fuliji roasted chicken, and also this sandy horse-hoof turtle and snowy-day oxtail civet. Next time you come, I'll have them cook Sichuan cuisine for you, okay？"
Ye Wudao looked at the complete set of exquisite silver tableware, then at the expensive oil paintings on the walls, and felt like he was in a palace. The gap between rich and poor in China was truly staggering—every single item here was worth a fortune, and that Monet painting alone had to be worth at least ten million, right?
Finished dinner absent-mindedly, Ye Wudao was pulled into Wu Nuanyue's room by her. The room was filled with Barbie dolls and all kinds of plush toys. Ye Wudao felt like he had stepped into a fairy-tale world. He lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and smelled the faint scent of perfume. Wu Nuanyue lay beside him and asked, "Do you want some wine？ I have a bottle of Remy Martin from the Cognac region of Charente, France, with a history of over 270 years. It's a 'Louis XIII' that has spent 50 long years in the cellar—the pinnacle of 'Remy Martin' brandy. Even my dad is reluctant to drink it."
Ye Wudao shook his head. In his mind, he began planning how to squeeze this little rich girl for all she was worth. Although he could be considered half a rich man himself, the money that actually came into his hands was minimal. His nearly million-yuan annual red envelopes were all saved up by his mom, who said it was for him to find a wife later. After racking his brains, he had only managed to secretly save a little over two hundred thousand. Even adding Murong Xuehen's share, that was just over three hundred and forty thousand. This was definitely not enough to form a formal-scale 'Crown Prince Party.' It seemed like he would have to figure out how to make money from now on. Damn, just this one bottle of wine could buy a person's life. What a different world！
"How about a cigar？" Wu Nuanyue asked with a hint of mischief in her eyes. Ye Wudao flipped over and pinned her beneath him, then looked back toward the door of the room. The girl beneath him said shyly, "I've already told them not to come upstairs."
Having received the signal, Ye Wudao pressed down firmly on her alluring body, and finally asked, "Are you really sure you won't regret this？" Wu Nuanyue's small hands tremblingly wrapped around Ye Wudao's neck as she said firmly, "I won't regret it, even if you don't want me later, I won't regret it！" Ye Wudao kissed her tender lips, his right hand slowly lifting her skirt toward her waist, gently touching the virgin skin smooth as water. Although Wu Nuanyue wasn't as beautiful as Murong Xuehen, her skin was actually even a bit better—likely the perfect result of natural endowment combined with meticulous daily care. This drove the already burning Ye Wudao even crazier; Wu Nuanyue's face was covered with his saliva, and his hand, which had been roaming her inner thigh for a while, finally invaded her secret place. The unprecedented stimulation instantly left Wu Nuanyue's mind blank. Unable to bear such stimulation, her body began to writhe like a water snake, her waist rising and falling continuously, her cheeks flushed a rosy red.
Ye Wudao slid her skirt off over her head, frantically removing all superfluous garments, his mouth attacking her crystalline, smooth, delicate skin, while his hands seized her slick, full, snow-white breasts. Continuous squeezing and kneading caused the soft, plump peaks to change shape under his palms, leaving faint red marks on the delicate, tender skin. Wu Nuanyue whimpered like a child, her face like a peach blossom, enchantingly beautiful as spring.
"Nuanyue, it might hurt a little the first time, but don't be afraid. I'll be very gentle." Ye Wudao hastily stripped off all his clothes, ready to make her his real woman. It's said a woman always leaves an indelible impression and deep feelings for the first man who takes her virginity. How could Ye Wudao, who had already decided to treat her as a cash cow, let this golden opportunity slip? As his grandfather had taught him, one must make full use of every person around them to the fullest. Even if Wu Nuanyue regretted it now, he would take her by force.
Wu Nuanyue let out a soft moan, and Ye Wudao finally entered her delicate body. Wu Nuanyue tightly clung to the man pressing down on her, not crying out even in pain. It all felt like a dream—Wu Nuanyue had given up her virginity. Then Ye Wudao, skilled in such matters, after a period of buildup, quickly led her into a new and wondrous adult world.
After Ye Wudao's prolonged "tender lashing," Wu Nuanyue's originally fair cheeks were unknowingly tinged with two alluring blushes of peach red, making her look exceptionally charming and seductive; her upright breasts, under the constant kneading of heartless Ye Wudao, were draped in a pink veil like a shy maiden; her two delicate, bright red tips, also due to the intense stimulation, stood erect and firm...
The room was filled with spring colors, warming a chilly autumn.
Ye Wudao and Wu Nuanyue, like two young beasts, endlessly tasted the fruit of sex.
After the storm, the two embraced weakly, savoring the warmth and tranquility after the violent climax. Wu Nuanyue just wanted to stay with her beloved until the end of time, little knowing that Ye Wudao was racking his brains for an excuse not to go home for the night. His father wouldn't say anything, of course, but his mother would be a tough hurdle. Headache, such a headache！
"Wudao, what's wrong? Not feeling well?" Wu Nuanyue, whose heart was entirely focused on Ye Wudao, quickly noticed his irritability and asked while gently caressing his cheek. Ye Wudao lingered on her flawless skin to soothe his restless mind, and after a long pause, he made up his mind： "Cross that bridge when you come to it, there's always a way forward. I don't believe my mom would actually kill me！"
"You look like a warrior about to march off to a noble death, hehehehe..." Seeing Ye Wudao's worried expression, Wu Nuanyue let out a silvery tinkling laughter. Ye Wudao angrily tickled her slender waist, causing Wu Nuanyue to plead for mercy repeatedly. After a bout of playful teasing, Wu Nuanyue lay quietly in his arms and asked gently： "Is your mother very fierce？"
A happy and gentle smile curled at the corner of Ye Wudao's mouth as he said calmly： "She is the best mother in the world. In my eyes, she is a perfect woman, possessing a beauty that even heaven envies, a noble temperament like a goddess, and the refined upbringing from a good family. Being her son is my honor and my pride！"
"I want to become a woman like that too！" Wu Nuanyue rubbed her face against Ye Wudao's chest, infatuated, thinking that this way you would always stay by my side.
"You will. Someday, you'll become that kind of woman. I believe in you！" Only on that day will I, Ye Wudao, truly fall in love with you, instead of treating you as a trophy or a collectible！
Though you could let a man lie on piles of money for a lifetime.