The colleagues at the newspaper must think the little vixen is a stern, humorless woman, but after a few encounters and flings, Brian Harris knows that deep down, she’s actually incredibly fiery and seductive. What, you ask why? Hey, didn’t you see our Old Harris rubbing his waist? He’s exhausted!

Lighting a cigarette, he pulled the thin blanket over their naked bodies, shutting out the outside world. He made up his mind about work—these days, it’s hard to find a job, and even harder to find a good one. Looks like he can’t pass up this opportunity at the newspaper. Besides… glancing at the beautiful boss beside him, Brian Harris figured the perks wouldn’t be too bad. At the very least, he’d have a boss looking out for him.

Meanwhile, the two security guards waiting anxiously at the door were absolutely furious with Brian Harris. The seductive moans of the woman inside certainly didn’t escape their ears as they pressed up to the door. But after waiting nearly an hour, the action inside was still going on, making the guards think this guy was made of iron. The two of them were like ants on a hot pan, itching with impatience.

“Hey, bro, it’s quiet in there now. Let’s go in,” the bolder Little David nudged the still-aroused Little Michael, grinning lewdly. “Heh, that chick’s so hungry, we gotta have some real fun with her.”

“Alright,” Little Michael gritted his teeth and nodded, forgetting that the word “lust” always comes with a knife.

Little David, full name David Parker, was originally a local thug. After raping a 14-year-old girl, he became wanted by the police and fled to Fengyang, where he worked under a self-proclaimed mafia boss—the owner of this hotel. Naturally, he became a security guard. He was a burly man, and the knife scars on his arms made it clear he was no pushover. Now, his comfortable life had rekindled his lust. It didn’t matter if the woman inside was a slut or a virgin—he was determined to have her today.

He thought it would be easy, but just as he approached, Emily Cooper, sensing someone nearby, suddenly opened her eyes and tightened her grip on the blanket. “Who are you? What do you want?” After a short nap, most of her drunkenness had faded. Her delicate body tensed, and her beautiful eyes stared wide at the two men, showing not a hint of fear.

David Parker took off his shirt and, with a loud “smack,” slapped her across the face. “Slut, coming here and still pretending to be coy? Tonight, I’m going to take real good care of you.”

Clutching her burning cheek, Emily Cooper’s beautiful eyes filled with mist. No matter how strong a woman is, she’s still no match for a man. But she stubbornly stared back at him, making one last stand. “It’s easy for you to have me tonight, but what about tomorrow? Don’t think I’m easy to bully. If you’re not afraid of going to jail, then go ahead.”

But seeing her resist, Little Michael started to have second thoughts and tried to talk him down. “Let’s just forget it. There are plenty of girls here, later we can…” Before he could finish, David Parker shot him a fierce glare. “Those chicks have been with who knows how many men. I’m not joining that crowd. Besides, tsk tsk, this one’s way hotter than those girls. Don’t worry, I’ll go first, then you. If anything happens, I’ll take the fall.”

Emily Cooper resigned herself and closed her eyes. She hadn’t had a boyfriend since graduating, but the pressure and intensity of work had made her libido unknowingly stronger. Every time she masturbated staring at the ceiling, all that was left was emptiness and loneliness. The pleasure she’d just experienced with Brian Harris was far beyond anything self-pleasure could offer. But every woman has her bottom line—not just anyone can have her. She never expected that a moment of impulse would bring her such pain.

What’s more, what she’d just done with Brian Harris was her first time…

As she watched the man’s scarred arms reach for her, Emily Cooper fought back tears, determined not to let these men see her weakness.

“Can’t a guy even get some sleep…? Oh, wow, you guys are having quite the party. What’s this, a performance of… what was it, Farewell My Concubine?”

“It’s ‘the overlord forces himself on the bow!’” All three, their mood ruined, glared at him.

Chapter 9: Hmph, I’m a Scholar, You Know

Just as David Parker was feeling proud of himself for being able to answer such a deep literary question on instinct, Brian Harris had already kicked him off the bed.

“I don’t know about ‘overlord’? Yeah, ‘the overlord forces himself on the bow’—you think you need to tell me?” Brian Harris, stark naked, got out of bed and started kicking David Parker without a care for his image, each kick thudding loudly as he cursed, “I’m a high-level talent, you know that? High-level talent, get it? Hmph, you don’t get it. If your IQ could get it, iron trees would bloom and dead donkeys would swim. Damn, trying to lecture me? Do you even know what education is? Ever heard of a PhD? Hmph, you haven’t, but you’ve seen one. What, where? Isn’t it obvious? Right in front of you.”

David Parker felt so wronged. He wanted to say, “Those two said it too, why aren’t you beating them?” But the pain in his crotch was so intense he couldn’t even groan. Brian Harris’s first kick had landed right on the mark. Swallowing his humiliation, David Parker kept silent, plotting in his mind: Once I recover, I’ll tear you to pieces. Yeah, tear you to pieces.

It was truly a dramatic scene—the two men, so mismatched in strength, had their roles reversed. The big, burly one was being chased and beaten by the relatively skinny one. Why chase him? Because David Parker was rolling around like a gourd, with Brian Harris kicking him all over the room.