Gu Yue's Provocation

It was another seemingly ordinary evening. The afterglow of the setting sun cast a warm orange hue over the living room, yet it could not dispel the gloom in Tang Wulin's heart.

He was still sprawled on the sofa like a dehydrated plant, wilted and listless. The bottle of Liuwei Dihuang Pills was nearly empty, and the taste of Kidney Treasure Tablets seemed to have seeped into his bloodstream, but he knew there were still more than ten long days until the day his ban was lifted.

The sound of the keypad lock came from the entryway. Gu Yue was back.

Tang Wulin habitually glanced toward the door. The next second, it felt as though his eyeballs had been glued in place, unable to shift away in the slightest.

Gu Yue stood by the door, slowly changing her shoes. What she was wearing today was nothing like her usual conservative outfits at home or work.

She wore a black lace minidress barely long enough to cover her hips. Delicate hollow patterns adorned the hem, and as she moved, more of the enticing curves of her legs could be glimpsed. The next second, Tang Wulin's breathing stopped completely—it was an outfit enough to make any normal man's blood race.

A pair of nearly sheer black stockings wrapped around her long, straight legs, tracing a perfect outline from her rounded ankles to the roots of her thighs. On her feet were pointed stiletto heels at least ten centimeters high, forcing her to lift her chest slightly and arch her hips, giving her the seductive posture of a runway model.

Most fatal of all, she seemed to be wearing nothing underneath, or... very little. The collar of her blouse plunged low, its deep V design fully displaying her impressive cleavage. Beneath the lace trim, fair skin peeked in and out of view.

Tang Wulin's Adam's apple bobbed sharply. A wave of heat shot from his lower abdomen straight to his head, but the curse of "kidney deficiency" left him nowhere to vent it, bottling him up until his eyes reddened.

As though she had not seen Tang Wulin's expression, like he had seen a ghost and swallowed a fly, Gu Yue elegantly kicked off her heels. As she did, her skirt fluttered up, exposing a flash of skin. Wearing an innocent yet provocative expression, she walked toward the sofa step by step.

"Oh my, you're back~" Her voice drawled lazily, carrying a hint of husky languor. She deliberately stopped before Tang Wulin and turned slightly to show off her graceful curves. "Young master kidney deficiency, while you were home today... did you miss me?"

Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and forced out a few words through the gaps. "Y-you're dressed like that... who are you trying to seduce?"

Gu Yue snickered and poked his puffed-up cheek. "You're so annoying. Can't this be... fashionable loungewear? Besides, seduce you? Please. You're a 'patient' now. You can't handle any rough treatment."

She deliberately leaned closer. A scent mingling faint perfume and feminine body warmth washed over him, making Tang Wulin dizzy.

"Let me tell you," Gu Yue lowered her voice and whispered breathily into his ear, her warm breath brushing his earlobe, "today, from the outside to the inside, I carefully matched everything."

As she spoke, her fingers hovered and traced over her collarbone, waist, and thighs.

At last, she nearly pressed against Tang Wulin's ear and said, enunciating each word in a volume only the two of them could hear, "As for panties... hehe, what do you think? Am I wearing any?"

Boom!

Tang Wulin felt a rush of blood shoot straight to the top of his head, nearly making him spit out blood on the spot. He could only watch as this temptress flaunted herself before him, laying him bare inside and out, from head to toe, while he could not do a thing!

This extreme visual stimulation and verbal teasing, combined with the real shackles of "kidney deficiency," was simply the cruelest punishment in the world!

"Gu! Yue!" Tang Wulin forced her name out from deep in his throat, his voice hoarse with near-collapse, despair, and rage. He gripped the sofa cushions tightly with both hands, his nails almost digging in, barely restraining the urge to pounce on the demoness before him.

"What is it?" Gu Yue tilted her head, looking perfectly innocent, though her eyes brimmed with crafty amusement. "Did I say anything wrong? I was only telling the truth. Young master kidney deficiency, your complexion looks awful. Is it because... you miss me too much?"

"Y-you just wait!" Tang Wulin practically roared. His eyes truly had reddened, whether from anger or pent-up frustration. "Just you wait! And that stupid rubber band too! Once this month is over, I'll... I'll..."

He sputtered "I'll" for ages without managing to say what exactly he would do, because Gu Yue was already giggling and turning gracefully toward the bedroom like a victorious butterfly.

With a bang, the bedroom door shut again.

But this time, no familiar rhythmic vibrations came from within, nor were there any suppressed gasps. Perhaps Gu Yue had only meant to provoke him today. Or perhaps she was deliberately keeping Tang Wulin hanging.

Yet this silent torment was even deadlier than one with sound.

Tang Wulin slumped alone on the sofa, feeling like a volcano on the verge of erupting. Lava surged through his veins, yet there was no outlet. Every detail Gu Yue had just described—the black lace, the sheer black stockings, those damned high heels, and that final maddening question—looped through his mind like a curse.

He looked down at himself. He was still wearing the same loose home clothes, with half-finished herbal medicine and half-eaten kidney tonic beside him. The stark contrast made him feel as miserable as an abandoned beggar.

"Just wait... all of you, just wait..." Tang Wulin muttered. His eyes were vacant, yet they burned with terrifying flames.

Over and over in his mind, he imagined the scene of that future "liberation day."

He would let Gu Yue know what real "manliness" meant. He would reclaim, with interest, every humiliation, every ounce of jealousy, and every desire stirred up over these past ten-plus days—indeed, over the past month and more!

When the time came, he would make Gu Yue wear today's outfit and beg him to stop! He would prove with his strength that that rubber band was not even worthy of carrying his shoes! He would make Gu Yue cry and scream until she could not get out of bed for a month!

"A month... unable to get out of bed..." Tang Wulin repeated, as though those words were the only faith keeping him alive.

Inside the bedroom, Gu Yue leaned against the door, listening to Tang Wulin's heavy breathing and teeth grinding outside. A satisfied smile curled across her lips, carrying a faint trace of expectation that was hard to detect.

It was just unknown who would beg for mercy first when the time came.