Mo Xiaotao

He is the emperor of the dark night—cruel and indifferent, rejecting the warmth of women's affection. He ensnared her, viewing her as the antidote to the love poison that coursed through him, instantly addicted, and henceforth, forever beyond redemption.
"The women who have glimpsed my body have only one destiny," he declared, donning a refined silver-black mask, his smile sly. "Yet, I find your scent intriguing. You may choose the manner of your demise."
Their first encounter saw him pinning her to the carpet. Though commonplace advances typically involved various kisses, he surprised her by biting her neck. The perplexing question lingered: Why was he, not a vampire, drinking her blood?!
Upon their second meeting, she fell prey to his bodyguard's abduction, brought before him. As she teetered on the brink of total consumption, a mysterious factor within her body was triggered...

9.9 Billion Bride

Emma Benson was brought into the room in a daze, and as soon as she entered, the man scooped her into his arms. She grunted, her body limply leaning against the man's shoulder.


"You smell so good..." Eric placed her on the couch, his body pressing down directly. He sniffed at her hair and started to eagerly undo the buttons of her blouse.


Emma only felt a heaviness on top of her and opened her eyes groggily to see a shadowy figure swaying before her, with a hand gropingly touching her chest.


Her eyes widened as she gradually recognized the man in front of her as the strip-dancer, causing her to break out in a cold sweat in alarm.


"What... what are you doing?" She pushed at his hand, only to find she couldn't muster any strength, and the man easily pulled her hand away.


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