If it were merely a sexual relationship, Hela felt she could accept it, but words like "sex slave" felt far too insulting to her.

"It's not just that, I truly mean what I say."

Luis said hoarsely, "If it weren't for your immense charm, and if I were only after a woman, I could have simply sold the thing to Kai. He would definitely have paid me enough to indulge in a life of pleasure until my kidneys gave out."

Hela knew this was the truth. At such a critical moment, having this item, Kai would be willing to pay a price well over a million dollars.

Of course, Hela was also willing to spend that money to secure her peace.

"I don't doubt your words, but I simply can't understand why you would make such a bizarre and excessive demand."

Hela questioned with cold suspicion, "Even if I agree, if you keep using this to threaten me, wouldn't I be subjected to your persecution for the rest of my life?"

"Clever. But do you have any other options?"

After these words, Hela fell into a long silence. Strong as she was, she knew she had no room for choice. If she refused, and the item ended up in Kai's hands, it would undoubtedly mean utter disaster.

Luis knew this formidable woman was intelligent and level-headed. Once she weighed the pros and cons, she would surely yield.

"Dr. Hela, if there's anything you need to consider, it's actually me who should be cautious."

"It's true I hold leverage over you. The safest move would be to sell it to Kai, take the money, and ensure my own safety—he definitely wouldn't cause me any extra trouble."

"But by coming to you, I'm taking a risk. You're so clever—what if you try some underhanded trick? Wouldn't I just be inviting trouble for myself?"

"You have one hour. I expect your answer by then."

After saying this, Luis hung up the phone, humming a little tune as he took a shower and changed into fresh clothes. He knew in his heart that such a smart person would inevitably make the most rational choice.

"Why does it have to be 'sex slave'? If you're willing to help me at this critical time, I can give you a sum of money and even be your lover."

"Since you're willing to take this risk for me, why can't you show me a little respect?"

Lying on the bed, Hela felt a wave of shame and self-disgust after sending the message.

She reasoned that whoever knew so much must be someone she knew—an acquaintance, or even a colleague from the hospital.

What he said earlier made sense: if he sold it to Kai, that man would surely offer a high price without any risk. Yet he had chosen to approach her instead—clearly, he was targeting her personally.

Perhaps he was someone who secretly admired her, even loved her deeply, but lacked the courage to express it. Now, he was willing to forgo money just to avoid harming her.

He didn't want to hurt her; he only wanted to use this leverage to fulfill his own fantasy.

The thought actually brought her a flicker of sweetness—her charm was being acknowledged, and her vanity felt briefly gratified.

"Because I don't want to have just pulled my cock out of your pussy, only for you to throw a tantrum and refuse to obediently lick it clean."

"I don't want you putting on airs in bed, making you take my dick in your mouth half-heartedly during a blowjob, or refusing to swallow my cum when I finish in your mouth."

"What I want even more is for you to obediently bend over and offer your ass up for me to fuck…"

The reply was utterly vulgar, but as Hela read it, her heart suddenly raced with a strange thrill. She let out a shameful murmur, surprised to find herself actually feeling a sense of anticipation.

Luis wasn't deliberately making up lies to provoke her. In truth, back when Hela had been so domineering and harsh, every time she belittled him, Luis had secretly cursed her in his heart.

Whenever he saw her lips move, he wanted to fuck her mouth. Seeing her dressed so elegantly made him want to fuck her. All those pent-up frustrations were very real.

"Don't go too far. What kind of person do you take me for…"

"I told you—a sex slave. You have no choice. Or if you prefer, you can be my bitch."

After a long silence, Hela finally replied: "I hope you mean what you say. If you use me and still give the thing to Kai, I'll make sure you die with me, even if it costs me my life."

"A wise decision. You'll be glad you made this choice later."

Still unsatisfied after sending the message, Luis decided to call directly:

"Dr. Hela, I do love negotiating with clever people like you. Your husband is getting older—I doubt he can satisfy you anymore. With all that work stress, it's good for you to release some tension."

"Now, please make your way to the Ocean Hotel. If you perform well, I'll have a surprise for you."

Hela sighed, picked up her purse, and left the house with a dizzy, conflicted heart. Her mind was too chaotic to drive, so she simply hailed a taxi.

"I'm here. Where are you?"

Half an hour later, Hela sat in the lobby of the Ocean Hotel, lost in thought.

She knew she had no other choice. Whether that bastard would continue to blackmail her or not, she at least had to keep him pacified until the promotion results were finalized.

Hela knew she needed time. Even the issue with those virtual currencies needed to be handled by a professional. Once all of that was properly dealt with, his threats would become meaningless.

But right now, that was impossible. That medical incident alone was a hurdle she absolutely had to overcome. She couldn't afford even the slightest mistake at a time like this.

Soon, she received another message: "There's a black bag on the table. Take it with you and wash yourself thoroughly."

"What a mysterious, scheming bastard."

Hela picked up the black bag, took the locker tag, and entered the bathing area. Eagerly opening it, she found a tightly sealed blindfold inside.

He didn't want her to know his identity—it really must be someone she knew, possibly even a colleague.

Burdened with heavy work pressure, Hela hadn't visited a place like this to relax in a long time. She washed and scrubbed herself thoroughly, and it felt wonderfully soothing.

After her bath, she changed into the yukata provided in the changing area. A new message waited on her phone: "Wear your own underwear. I want the pleasure of taking it off you myself. It's a shame wearing a white coat here would look too out of place."

Hela's face flushed, her breath growing involuntarily rapid. She became even more convinced this must be one of her colleagues.

When it came to uniform fantasies, nurse outfits were common, but white coats were rarer. The fact that he specifically mentioned it proved he had this fantasy premeditated.

What embarrassed Hela most was her own inexplicable behavior. Logically, she should have been pessimistic, even resigned—as if walking to her doom, treating it as nothing more than an unfortunate encounter, like being bitten by a dog.

Yet when she left home, as if bewitched, she had chosen a set of lingerie—a purple, lace-trimmed, see-through set, exceptionally seductive, with panties so sheer they were almost like a thong.

She had bought this set but never worn it because it was too revealing. Even her husband had never seen it. But when she went out, swayed by her vanity and desire to feel attractive, she put it on.

Even though she was over forty, Hela had great confidence in her figure. She maintained herself exceptionally well, embodying the archetype of a voluptuous, mature woman.

In the quiet of the night, she had even lamented why no one ever made advances toward her. This scoundrel's appearance filled her with panic, but to some extent, it also pleased her—her charm was finally being acknowledged.

Blindfold in hand, Hela sent a message saying she had finished washing.

"Go enjoy the buffet. Don't stress too much. Have a couple glasses of whiskey and relax."

Hela's eyes lit up. She immediately took the blindfold and headed to the buffet area. It was late-night snack hours, and the place was crowded with people.

Calmly, she picked up a plate, casually selected a few items, and asked the server for two glasses of premium whiskey. She found a seat, eating while carefully scanning her surroundings.

He must be here somewhere, but the area was vast. Hela didn't dare move around freely, afraid of displeasing him.

She ate and drank, looking around, but all she saw were unfamiliar faces—not a single one she recognized.

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