Chapter 38: The Concocted Dilemma!
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“Despicable! Despicable! I will never condone this! To resort to such despicable means!”
After the spring breeze had passed, Muen protested against An before him.
However, his tone of protest was obviously lacking in confidence, perhaps because his physical strength had just been drained, or perhaps because of his current appearance, which could hardly be described as imposing.
“At this moment, the young master is just like a child.”
An’s cheeks still bore the lingering warmth from earlier as she slowly dressed, paying no mind to Muen’s thoughts, who was glaring at her, or rather her body, as if trying to regain some dignity.
Yet, An showed no signs of embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, she occasionally cast flirtatious glances at Muen.
It was as if she were asking, “Does the young master want another round?”
Muen couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. He glanced at the crimson stains on the ground and silently cursed in his heart, wondering why these women were all so aggressive.
After finishing with Selicia, she still picked fights with people, and An acted as if nothing had happened, as if she could still spar with Muen for three hundred rounds.
As for Muen, he looked completely drained, unable to muster any strength for the time being.
Could it be that I’m inadequate?
No, that can’t be right. It’s been over two hours since just now, and with the help of medication, Muen should have felt a sudden surge of energy!
“It’s because I’m still too weak. If I don’t get stronger, I’ll probably be dominated by these terrifying women for the rest of my life!”
Muen gritted his teeth inwardly, reaffirming the urgency of gaining power.
“It’s getting late. Master, you should rest for a while.”
An casually picked up Muen’s clothes, as if returning to her role as his personal maid, and respectfully said to Muen.
“I have some matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave.”
“Wait!”
Muen exclaimed in horror, stopping An.
“You can go, but please return my clothes!”
“Hmm?”
An tilted her head, seeming to have trouble understanding Muen’s words:
“Does the young master still need to wear clothes now?”
“Of course, I am! I’m a living person! Shouldn’t people wear clothes?”
“Oh? Has the young master forgotten our previous agreement?”
“Agreement…”
“Yes, the agreement.”
An lowered her head, revealing a mesmerizing smile. But within that smile, Muen felt a chilling darkness.
It was as if there was an indescribable monster, lurking behind that smile, casting its gaze upon Muen.
“Master, you are now my possession,” An said softly.
“It means that I can control everything about you, including whether the young master needs to wear clothes, and that should be up to me to decide. And my decision now is…”
Master, you currently have no need to wear clothes, do you? Because besides me, there is no one else here.
“Moreover, Master, you may have to stay here for a long time.”
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Although he didn’t feel cold, Muen’s teeth began to chatter, as if being smiled at by An like this was more terrifying than being watched by a bloodthirsty beast.
“Alright, Master, rest assured and rest. When I finish handling things, I’ll come back to play with you~”
An ruffled Muen’s hair and then left the place with Muen’s clothes.
Muen watched An disappear into the darkness.
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“Is she gone?”
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“An? Are you there?”
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“Hello? Anyone there?”
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“I know you haven’t left yet, stop pretending!”
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In the silence of the darkness.
After confirming that An had indeed left the place, Muen couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Then immediately, his expression turned fierce.
“What do you mean by ‘you are my possession’? I don’t recall agreeing to something like that!”
Hmm…
I vaguely remember that under the influence of drugs, such a thing did happen.
But that was because of the drugs! How could it count!
Can you trust a man’s thoughts when it comes to his lower half?
And decisions made by the lower half belong to the lower half. What does it have to do with his upper half right now?
Are you trying to play games with my mind?
Of course not!
So there’s no way Muen is going to take that “never leave An” part seriously.
Anyway, the most urgent thing now is to escape from here.
He definitely doesn’t want to end up like a doll, imprisoned by An for the rest of his life!
“There’s always a way out!”
Muen encouraged himself.
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After calming down, Muen finally had the time to carefully examine his surroundings.
It seemed to be a basement.
With smooth walls and floor, forming a standard square room, illuminated only by a dim oil lamp, emitting a faint glow.
In front of Muen was a cold iron railing, with bars as thick as wrists, clearly not something Muen’s small arms and legs could break.
The gate of the iron fence seemed to be the only exit. Just as they were about to leave, a lock, bigger than Muen’s fist, was thoughtfully hung on it.
“Damn it, I’m already locked up with handcuffs, is there really a need to be so cautious?” Muen couldn’t help but curse under his breath.
As for elsewhere…
Muen reached out to touch the wall behind him and then used his foot to scrape the ground beneath him. A chill crept over him.
Metal!
The walls and floor of this basement were made of freaking metal!
In other words, An, in order to completely imprison Muen and not give him any chance of escape, constructed a cage entirely made of metal!
Muen couldn’t pull off an escape like in that famous movie, digging a tunnel to freedom.
And the only loophole in this place is…
Muen glanced sideways, looking up. In the farthest corner of the ceiling, there was an apparent ventilation duct.
However, the passage was small, probably only passable for the rats in the underground ditch.
“How am I supposed to play this?”
Muen suddenly felt a sense of despair.
A secret space entirely made of metal, no guards, and no means of escape.
The only way out was through that gate made of iron bars.
But An couldn’t possibly forget to lock it. As someone who was served by An, Muen understood that she was a meticulous and capable maid who never made any mistakes.
And An was also the person who understood Muen the most.
She knew Muen’s strength and his habits.
She knew Muen couldn’t use magic, and besides being a first-tier martial artist, he was worthless in every other aspect.
So An didn’t go overboard by using any special locks or restraints, but she reinforced everything that bound Muen to the point where he couldn’t budge them at all.
It could be said that An had plugged all the loopholes in advance, completely snuffing out any intention of Muen’s escape right from the start.
And now Muen didn’t even have a way to free himself from the handcuffs!
“Could it be that I’m really just going to be An’s possession and spend the rest of my life here?”
“Could it be that I’m really just going to be An’s possession and spend the rest of my life here?