Seventh Imperial "Brother", Obediently Lie Down Chapter 5

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Turning around, Shen Qingmei surveyed the room, trying to find the best place where she could mount the mini-camera.

The inner room was surrounded by three walls. One side had been converted into a bookshelf, another was filled with all kinds of high-tech guns and weaponry, while on the last, which directly faced the aqublue bed, was hung an enormous oil painting. What was unique about this painting was that it seemed to produce different images when viewed from various angles. When Shen Qingmei had first entered the room, she had seen an European n.o.blewoman from the Middle Ages. Walking to the side of the bed, however, she discovered that the person on the painting…

After looking at it for a while, the subject appeared to be extremely well-drawn.

“This painting…” She raised her eyebrows in astonishment, her delicate-looking face filled with a complex mix of surprise, nervousness, and confusion. After a while, a trace of anger appeared as well. “Who drew this? How did it end up here?”

The Master tightened his jaw, following Shen Qingmei’s line of vision. His long eyelashes fluttered over his eyes, emphasizing the darkness of his ice-like pupils.

Depicted on that oil painting was a young girl of seventeen or eighteen years of age. She sat in a grove of seemingly endless flowers, bathing alone in a lonely mountain spring. Her newly matured body was sweet and graceful, her two slender legs as pale as . One leg was positioned on a stone in the spring, while the other splashed in the water playfully. Her dress was low-cut, revealing her delicate white shoulders, while a hint of b.r.e.a.s.t.s were revealed, giving a very seductive impression.

“I drew it,” Master said, lightly parting his lips. He looked at the painting, a rare word of praise coming from his mouth. “You are very beautiful.”

……!

Shen Qingmei really wanted to beat him to death. The first time that she was ever praised by the Master, was unexpectedly because! Of ! Her! Appearance!

It wasn’t because of how precise she could shoot a gun, nor the hundreds of fighting styles she could wield, or her astonishing zero-failure record in missions… rather it was because of her decent, but by no means considered top-grade, appearance!

… f.u.c.k!

Shen Qingmei couldn’t help but look at the painting again, and realized that there wasn’t anything particularly irritating about it she could find… Master’s aesthetics were really too dumbfounding!

Still, being complimented by a handsome man, especially someone who was widely considered the most beautiful man in the world, was something she had always dreamed of. No matter how thick Shen Qingmei’s face was, at this time she couldn’t help but feel her entire body boiling up, her mind feeling extremely muddled.

A sudden thought appeared in her mind. When he was painting herself in that spring, did he peep into her bath for inspiration?!

A light breeze brushed past the curtain, lifting the hem of her skirt to and fro past her legs. It wasn’t until a moment later that she was roused from her fantasy. Her hands quickly fumbled with the mini-camera and directed it towards Master, pressing the film b.u.t.ton—

Towards this kind of “outrageous” behavior, the Master was slightly shocked. However, keeping his promise, he did not do anything to stop it.

Shen Qingmei returned back to Master, a smile forming on her lips. Reaching down, she grabbed a black dagger from his boots, which she used to cut off a section of ribbon. Lifting the ribbon to his mouth, she wrapped it around his head, sealing his lips and preventing him from talking.

Shen Qingmei clearly understood that at this moment, she was seeking death…

But she had already… fallen to the point where she was unable to stop.

Her hands were fast and efficient. As the ribbon wrapped around his face she took care not to let him feel any discomfort. The only thing she wanted to prevent was the possibility that in the middle of her fun, he would suddenly tell her that horrible word, “Stop!”

It was practically a joke. To tell her to stop at such a crucial moment, wouldn’t that be worse than killing her?!

There was a reason, too, why she didn’t use tape. If she used that kind of thing to obstruct his mouth than she wouldn’t be able to hear… Master’s s.e.xy moans.

Such a beautiful sound. She was sure that there wouldn’t be a single person on this Earth who could hear it and be unaffected. Now that there was such a wonderful opportunity in front of her, why waste it?

His long, purple-black hair fell like strands of silk over his angular face, hiding his long, narrow eyes. The two icy cold eyes reflected the face of a triumphant and excited young woman.

Shen Qingmei’s smile stretched to both corners of her face, filled with malicious intentions. With the ease of someone who had practiced hundreds of times before she grabbed Master’s left and right wrists, handcuffing them to the chair. Afterwards she took off his leather Martin boots, throwing them to the side. She attached an iron chain to both of his legs, so that with every movement he made the tinkling of the chains could be heard.

Pa!

She picked up the skeleton cigarette lighter on the table, using it to light three candles. The bright light scattered into the dim room. Reflecting against Master’s face, it gave him a warm and tender impression. Reflecting onto the black dagger, however, caused it appear even moreso terrifying.

Shen Qingmei held the black dagger and pressed it near the flame. This movement naturally fell under Master’s vigilant gaze, causing his cold gaze to freeze even more.

It took about a minute to heat up the blade. Shen Qingmei removed the dagger, turning to smile warmly at Master.

“Don’t move, or I might accidentally cut you.”

This black dagger of Master’s was terrifyingly sharp. If it was used to kill someone then it would be hard to say if blood would appear on it. This was because the dagger’s cold nature would neutralize the warmness of blood from the wound.

The reason why Shen Qingmei heated up the dagger was not to burn him, of course, but rather to set up an atmosphere.

Her eyes flitted across Master’s furrowed brows, his pale lips, his slightly raised jaw, all the way down his slender neck to his chest, which was wrapped inside a dark blue shirt.

Master was a very self-disciplined man, coupled with his naturally cold disposition. Even in the hottest weather he would be seen wearing long sleeves and long pants, and even from time to time, gloves. It would be rare to see him expose any part other than his face.

Shen Qingmei stared at the coveted stretch of skin under that hated clothing. In all her years, other than that time she had accidentally stumbled upon Master bathing, she had never been able to see such a blessed sight.

Tightly gripping the dagger, she aimed against Master’s tight clothing. Shen Qingmei took in a deep breath, then, concentrating her eyes, quickly slashed against Master’s upper body!

Immediately, little bits of blue fabric scattered through the room, floating like b.u.t.terflies over the floor.

r would have never thought that the ancient martial art styles he had taught Shen Qingmei so long ago would have been used in this kind of matter against him.

It really was laughable.