A rush of heat surged through her body, causing her heart to pound uncontrollably. The THUMP THUMP THUMP of its beat felt like it would burst from her chest.

Her breathing grew ragged. A soft gasp escaped her slightly parted lips, her warm breath ghosting over her fingertips.

Her body trembled slightly. An indescribable, tingling numbness spread from her spine, making her feel a mix of panic and faint anticipation for what would appear on the screen next.

This strange, slightly embarrassing feeling was like an invisible net, trapping her tightly within it, unable to escape.

Unbeknownst to her, this very scene was witnessed by Reg, who had just stepped out of the bathroom.

Reg emerged from the bathroom with a steady stride, his powerful, lean body partially obscured by the swirling steam.

The moment his eyes landed on Su Yaoyao on the bed, his brow twitched. A burning possessiveness instantly ignited in his amber pupils.

He saw his little female lying lazily on the bed in her slip dress, the perfect curve of her rear an alluring sight beneath the fabric. Her long, pale legs were stretched out wantonly, exuding a fatal attraction.

The only thing that displeased him, however, was that Su Yaoyao was staring, transfixed, at another man.

This realization was like a lit match dropped into a barrel of oil, and the flames of jealousy instantly engulfed Reg’s heart.

Reg slowly untied his loose bathrobe, letting it slide down his powerful frame to reveal sharply defined muscles. Every plane of his physique seemed to speak of power and wildness.

He walked toward the bed with slow, deliberate steps, then pressed one knee onto the mattress.

The mattress let out a soft CREAK under his weight, as if it, too, was trembling before the coming storm.

Su Yaoyao was engrossed in the screen when she suddenly felt the bed dip. Startled, she instinctively started to get up to see what was happening.

Before she could move, however, Reg had already pinned her beneath him.

His oppressive body loomed over her, making her feel a trapped, nervous tension.

"So you like this type of man?" Reg’s low voice rumbled by Su Yaoyao’s ear, his hot breath washing over her neck like a warm current, tinged with accusation and displeasure.

The sound seemed to carry a strange magic, causing Su Yaoyao’s heart to skip a beat.

Panic flashed across Su Yaoyao’s face. ’It’s over,’ she thought. ’I got so carried away I forgot this was Reg’s room.’

She didn’t even have to look to know that Reg’s expression must be terrifyingly dark, like the sky before a storm.

She was filled with regret, wanting to cry but having no tears. ’Why do I always get caught when I’m peeking at Lucia? Is this what they call karma?’

"I’m telling you, I clicked on it by accident. Do you believe me?" Su Yaoyao’s voice trembled slightly as she tried to cover her guilt with a lie.

She looked up, gazing at Reg pitifully with eyes full of pleading.

"Oh? Is that so? Then why did I see you tipping him like crazy?" Reg’s tone was thick with suspicion and jealousy. He lowered his head slightly and gave Su Yaoyao’s ear a sharp bite, as if punishing her for her "betrayal."

"Hiss—" Su Yaoyao winced in pain, the sharp sting forcing a small cry from her lips. She cursed silently. ’When Reg gets jealous, he really doesn’t hold back.’

"Yaoyao, you’ve been through too much lately. You just got back from Snake Scale City, you were busy with its affairs, and then you had to go through the Holy Hall’s test. As your husband, my heart ached for you, which is why I haven’t fucked you senseless. But it seems that just left you wanting. Why didn’t you tell me, Yaoyao?" Reg’s voice was low and hoarse, his words carrying a hint of blame mixed with a sliver of pity.

Su Yaoyao was shocked. Panicked, she quickly explained, "I’m not wanting! I’m very satisfied, really." She was already crying a river of tears on the inside. ’Watching streams online doesn’t leave my back aching, but a round with Reg in real life... That’s a whole other kind of suffering.’

To keep Reg’s jealousy from exploding, Su Yaoyao hurriedly tried to close the live stream.

Anxiously, she raised her hand, but just as her finger touched the screen, Reg’s hand clamped down on hers like a steel vice.

At the same time, Reg’s other hand gripped her jaw, applying just enough pressure to hold her head still and force her to stare at the live stream on the screen.

"If you like watching it so much, why turn it off?" Reg’s voice held a note of mockery and punishment.

Su Yaoyao bit her lower lip, a bad feeling welling up inside her. Knowing she was in deep trouble, she quickly begged for mercy, her voice full of grievance and fear. "Little Reg, I won’t watch anymore. I’ll only watch you, okay? Please don’t be mad." She was like a frightened fawn, her eyes filled with terror and helplessness.

"Too late. Tonight, I’m going to punish you severely." Reg’s voice was firm and absolute, as if he had already resolved to make Su Yaoyao pay the price for her actions.

With that, he bit down wildly on her neck, alternately biting, kissing, and licking her pale skin like a starving beast savoring its delicious prey.

The desire that had been kindled in Su Yaoyao earlier now raged even more uncontrollably under Reg’s stimulation, like a wildfire fanned by gale-force winds.

Suddenly, Lucia’s movements on the stream grew bolder. He stared directly into the camera, as if his gaze could pierce through the screen and meet Su Yaoyao’s.

His beautiful, foxy eyes narrowed slightly. His gaze was hazy, as if veiled in mist, and filled with a fatal temptation—a magical allure that beckoned one to fall into ruin.

Lucia parted his lips slightly, his pink tongue gently licking them before he gave a hard thrust of his hips. The suggestive motion was filled with primal desire.

The movement struck Su Yaoyao like a bolt of electricity, making her shudder. The current of heat inside her surged even more fiercely, as if threatening to drown her.

She instinctively squirmed, trying to relieve the unbearable impulse.

Reg’s "Little Reg" was pressed tightly against Su Yaoyao’s rear. Her inadvertent squirm was like lighting the fuse on a stick of dynamite. Reg instantly let out a low grunt, his voice incredibly hoarse, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat. "Looks like Yaoyao is feeling it more than usual." His tone was laced with suppressed desire and excitement.

Su Yaoyao wanted to deny it, but the uncontrollable changes in her body made it impossible to lie. Her cheeks were scalding hot, her breathing grew more ragged, and her eyes were filled with a flustered shyness.

At some point, Reg’s hand had already slid under her slip dress. His movements were rough and urgent as he violently ripped the small piece of fabric, as if tearing away every obstacle in his path.

Then, with a hard thrust of his hips, he began his invasion without any foreplay.

Su Yaoyao’s pupils dilated. An involuntary cry escaped her lips, followed by a stream of delicate moans.

The sound was soft and melodious, like a nightingale’s song telling of endless pleasure and pain.