After witnessing Lin Yuan's unique talents,
Daimon Naoko could no longer suppress the desires bubbling within her.
No matter how humiliating, for the thrill of the rest of her life, she had to endure it.
"I understand," she murmured,
slowly rising from her crouched position.
Then, she knelt on both knees, placed her hands on the floor, and rested her forehead against the backs of her hands.
A standard dogeza (deep bow of apology) now lay before Lin Yuan.
Her head bowed low, her voice trembling and faint: "Please… please… punish me…"
Lin Yuan looked down at her from above, the corners of his lips curling slightly, a playful glint in his eyes.
Refreshing!
So refreshing!
After being forcibly exploited by the female demon for a century,
now he could force a woman to do such things!
A sense of relief washed over him.
But it wasn't enough.
Lin Yuan continued, his tone laced with mockery: "Chairwoman, your sincerity seems lacking."
Daimon Naoko lifted her head, her eyes filled with shame, her voice barely audible: "W-what else do you want me to do?"
Lin Yuan chuckled softly, speaking slowly: "At the very least, you should fold your clothes neatly and set them aside. Otherwise, this dogeza doesn't seem sincere."
Daimon Naoko's body trembled violently, her cheeks instantly flushing crimson.
Her heart was torn between shame and struggle, but her intense desire left her unable to refuse.
She bit her lower lip and slowly stood up.
As her suit slid to the floor, her blouse followed, revealing her pale skin.
Her movements were slow but unwavering, as if she had completely abandoned resistance.
Lin Yuan watched her silently, his expression unmoved.
He knew that Daimon Naoko was now entirely under his control.
When she finally removed all her clothing and knelt on the ground, her cheeks were so red they seemed about to drip blood.
Her head bowed low, her voice barely audible: "Is… is this enough?"
Lin Yuan smiled faintly, slowly stepping forward. He lifted her chin with his hand, forcing her to meet his gaze.
His eyes were deep and aggressive, as if piercing through her soul.
"Very good," he said, his voice low and seductive. "This is how it should be. Begging requires sincerity."
Daimon Naoko's heart pounded like a drum, her breathing erratic, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Her heart was filled with shame and anticipation, as if awaiting her final judgment.
Lin Yuan leaned closer, whispering in her ear: "Next, I'll make you truly understand what 'true ability' is."
…
As he inserted the key into the ignition, Lin Yuan truly felt the exceptional performance of Daimon Naoko's old car.
The body was sleek and streamlined,
though it felt slightly stiff and awkward due to lack of use.
Then,
as Lin Yuan pressed the accelerator, the engine roared to life with a thunderous sound.
He gently gripped the steering wheel, savoring the unique feel of Daimon Naoko's "old car."
Though the body was slightly aged, it was well-maintained.
The engine's rumble was deep and powerful.
He took a deep breath and adjusted the seat,
ensuring he had complete control over every detail of the car.
"Chairwoman, are you ready?"
Lin Yuan asked softly, his tone laced with mockery and anticipation.
Daimon Naoko didn't answer, merely nodding slightly, her cheeks flushed.
Her body trembled faintly, like a sports car ready to start, its engine preheated and awaiting the driver's command.
Lin Yuan gently pressed the accelerator, and the car slowly began to move.
At first, his movements were awkward—after all, it was his first time driving this "old car"—but he quickly found his rhythm.
The steering wheel turned smoothly in his hands, and under his control, the car gradually accelerated, the engine's roar growing louder.
As the speed increased, Lin Yuan loosened up.
He pressed the accelerator hard, and the car surged forward like a wild, untamed horse, releasing its long-suppressed energy.
Daimon Naoko's breathing grew rapid, excited by the long-awaited ignition.
Her body swayed slightly with the car's movements, as if responding to each of Lin Yuan's commands.
Though Lin Yuan's driving skills were not yet polished,
his sharp instincts and strong desire for conquest quickly allowed him to master the car's characteristics.
He alternated between accelerating and decelerating,
turning and straightening,
as if racing freely along a winding mountain road.
With each gear shift, each press of the accelerator,
Daimon Naoko's body grew tenser, as if reaching its limit at any moment.
Lin Yuan's gaze remained focused and calm,
like an experienced racer,
precisely controlling every detail.
He knew that this "car," though noble in appearance, had long craved being thoroughly dominated.
And so,
Lin Yuan began pressing the accelerator wildly.
As the speed increased, he felt the car reaching its limits.
The engine's roar grew louder, as if announcing an impending explosion.
Daimon Naoko's body was stretched to its absolute limit, as if ready to shatter her final defenses.
Finally, Lin Yuan slammed the accelerator, the engine roaring deafeningly as the car trembled violently.
It was as if a high-speed racer had crossed the finish line, releasing all its pent-up energy in an instant.
Her breathing grew rapid and chaotic, her heart pounding like the engine, the car reaching its peak at top speed.
Lin Yuan slowly released the accelerator, the car gradually stabilizing.
He gently caressed the steering wheel, feeling the residual warmth of the body.
Daimon Naoko, like a race car after an intense competition,
sat silently before him,
her body trembling faintly, as if reliving the thrill of the high-speed experience.