"Ptooey!"
After coming out, the man spat hard, then let out a long breath.
This was fucking maddening day after day. He really did not want to see Ninth Madam.
She dressed so scantily every day, yet would not let anyone look. The slightest problem, and it was straight to being buried in concrete. Fuck, why was it so hard to earn some money and do honest work properly?
The man nervously left the upper floor and headed toward his workplace, all the while praying that he would not be summoned to see Madam again.
Madam's charm was simply too great. He could never help himself. Although he knew lust was a blade hanging over one's head, he just could not restrain himself.
Every man wanted to be Cao Thief!
Especially the high-status kind, with pretty faces, huge breasts, and amazing figures. Their allure was simply off the charts!
Don't fucking say young girls were better. Once you had slept with one, you would know the appeal of maturity. Not only could they do every move, but with a single pat, they would thoughtfully switch positions. It was simply heavenly.
This Madam was exactly that type. Yet she could only be admired from afar, never played with, because she was a rose covered in poisonous thorns. The moment he reached out, he would be pricked—and fatally so.
When he thought of the person behind this woman, whether in money or power, that person was utterly beyond his reach. One was in the heavens, the other on the ground.
That was why a single sentence had frightened him into stumbling about in a panic.
Only after arriving at his workplace did he calm down a little. He immediately slapped himself hard. Why had his eyes wandered? Now he had offended Madam,