Making Three Heartless Woman Go Crazy for Me - Chapter 5

The moment Qi Lanshi stepped into the bar, she silently cursed the decadence of capitalism. This place was truly… awful. The stench of smoke and alcohol had practically marinated the entire establishment. The deafening, frenetic music and the frenzied, gyrating figures flashing under the dim lights made it hard to breathe.

The situation improved slightly inside the private room: though crowded with red and green lights, clinking glasses, and boisterous chatter, the patrons were exclusively women, while the escorts were a mix of men and women.

Most importantly, the room was filled with beautiful women.

In a place teeming with beauties, even the air seemed fresher.

Qi Lanshi’s gaze swept across the room, landing on several figures in school uniforms. She subtly raised an eyebrow: High school uniforms, no less.

“Aiyo, our busy bee finally arrived! It’s a miracle!” A woman stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, waving Luan Hua over with a smile.

Luan Hua visibly relaxed at the sight of the group. Qi Lanshi followed behind her, peering over her shoulder to scan the mission cards of the seated figures.

Hmm, all unimportant NPCs, just like the secretary.

Qi Lanshi sat quietly, tucking her hair behind her ears. Knowing what she was expected to do, she smiled, revealing her dimples.

As expected, the woman staring at her gasped and nudged Luan Hua with her elbow. “Where did you find this treasure? She looks exactly like her.”

Luan Hua was pleased with the effect Qi Lanshi had created, but she disliked the way others were looking at her.

Leaning back casually, she smoothed her wolf-tail hairstyle and scoffed, “Just a cheap little trinket.”

The woman flashed a knowing smile, the kind shared among Celestial Dragons, and gestured toward several girls in high school uniforms. “These are all for you. Pick first.”

The girls had been chosen with care. Luan Hua might seek the shadow of her White Moonlight in Qi Lanshi, but she would never indulge in substitute fantasies in a place like this. She couldn’t bear the thought of her beloved being even slightly tarnished. Thus, each girl possessed her own distinct charm, but none resembled Qi Lanshi’s type.

Qi Lanshi silently marveled to the System, “This makes me sound like such a… lotus rising from the water. How embarrassing.”

Luan Hua glanced at the girls and frowned. “So young?”

Before the woman could answer, Qi Lanshi asked, “Are they really high school students?”

“Is our little substitute jealous? CEO Luan is truly irresistible,” the woman said, a mischievous glint in her eyes, clearly enjoying the drama. “Of course he is. Would we offer CEO Luan anything less than the best?”

Qi Lanshi remained silent, immediately pulling out her phone and dialing a number.

“Who are you calling?” Luan Hua asked.

“The police,” Qi Lanshi replied, her voice gentle yet firm. “You’re coercing minors. That’s illegal.”

Suddenly, the entire room fell silent, including the System.

The others might not have noticed, but the System had already confirmed through the Bullet Comments: Qi Lanshi was genuinely angry, though she concealed it well.

True to form, she subtly flipped the middle finger where no one could see, mentally telling the System, “I’ll report you the moment I get out of here, you garbage game.”

Seeing Qi Lanshi was serious, the woman found the situation amusing. She chuckled and explained, “It’s just a bit of roleplay. We’re all adults here, just teasing Luan Hua.”

“Is this supposed to be funny?” Qi Lanshi countered.

She wasn’t furious, but rather calm and gentle. Yet those four words, like a bucket of ice water dumped overhead, plunged the room’s atmosphere into a deep freeze. The amusement vanished from the faces of the onlookers.

“What do you think you’re doing? Playing the righteous hero?” Luan Hua scoffed, as if hearing a joke. “You’re just a little toy I bought. What right do you have to act so high and mighty on behalf of others?”

Qi Lanshi’s mind flashed back to the meme: You’re so great, so virtuous.gif

“Yes, I’m lowly,” she retorted, meeting Luan Hua’s gaze directly. “But I wouldn’t have been sullied if not for you. I’m a fake virtuous woman, but what about you? Does being a genuine beast make you superior to me?”

Luan Hua remained silent, her eyes darkening gradually as her fingers tightened around her wine glass, the tips turning white from the pressure.

“It’s all my fault, right? I’m vulgar, I shouldn’t have spoken so carelessly. Let’s not argue anymore.” The woman raised her glass and drained it in one gulp. “I’ll punish myself with this drink. This one’s for you.”

She raised her glass toward Qi Lanshi.

This wasn’t about showing respect to Qi Lanshi, the gilded cage bird; it was about bowing to Luan Hua.

Though Luan Hua had grown up in the same circle as them, they had never truly connected. Luan Hua was the one who had truly risen to power, the head of the Luan Family. The rest of them were merely second-generation heirs.

Without Qi Lanshi, they would never have been able to get Luan Hua to join them. This gathering couldn’t fall apart now, or it would be even harder to arrange in the future.

Qi Lanshi didn’t know about the NPCs’ underlying mission logic, but she knew one thing: she couldn’t let Luan Hua feel pleased.

After all, she was a streamer from the Snake Skin District.

So she put on a perfect display of refusing to show gratitude, rejecting the offer with a cold, “I won’t drink.”

The woman’s composure was crumbling, her smile stiffening.

The woman was giving Luan Hua face, but Qi Lanshi’s refusal was a slap in Luan Hua’s face. The tense atmosphere in the private room coalesced around Luan Hua.

“Can’t drink?” Luan Hua sneered, pinching Qi Lanshi’s chin and forcing her head up. “Who do you think you’re giving attitude to?”

With that, Luan Hua took a large mouthful of wine and pressed her lips against Qi Lanshi’s.

Qi Lanshi struggled furiously, but her efforts were futile. Her faded white T-shirt slipped out from her jeans during the struggle, revealing a sliver of her slender waist and glimpses of her pale skin.

In the dim, yellow-lit room, her skin seemed to glow, drawing all eyes to her.

Her purity was being violated, her dignity shattered. The White Moonlight-like girl was pinned to the sofa and forced to drink, her feeble resistance only adding to the scene’s eroticism.

Even the woman Qi Lanshi had rejected earlier found herself unconsciously drawn to her, stroking her chin and thinking, No wonder Luan Hua went to such lengths to get her. This is definitely worth it.

In the corner of the sofa, Qi Lanshi acted her part while calculating when to pull back. Overdoing it would ruin the effect.

A quick glance revealed the woman’s gaze meeting hers. The woman’s probing expression faltered for a moment, and Qi Lanshi knew she had gone far enough.

Qi Lanshi shoved Luan Hua’s shoulder forcefully, panting as she pulled away.

The strong liquor had flushed Qi Lanshi’s cheeks. She coughed violently several times, her eyes misting over. Glaring fiercely at Luan Hua, she lifted her head.

Luan Hua’s heart skipped a beat at that glare.

The Qi Lanshi before her now bore almost no resemblance to the White Moonlight she held in her heart. Her beloved had always been gentle, like moonlight itself—cool and ethereal, casting its pale glow across the ground, untouchable.

But this Qi Lanshi… with just a single glance, she made Luan Hua’s heart itch.

“Behave,” Luan Hua said in a low voice.

Qi Lanshi snorted coldly and stood up to leave. Luan Hua immediately reached out to stop her. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m not going to indulge your madness,” Qi Lanshi said through clenched teeth.

Luan Hua’s eyes turned icy. “Try walking out that door. Tomorrow, Qi Feng’s corpse will be waiting at your dormitory entrance.”

Qi Lanshi froze in her tracks.

It wasn’t that she was softening; she simply couldn’t grasp the logic behind Luan Hua’s words. If she was already going to take Qi Feng’s hands, why would Luan Hua assume she still cared about this father?

Gambling addicts deserve a miserable death; they can’t even be considered human.

Seeing Qi Lanshi’s reaction, Luan Hua thought, As expected. Qi Lanshi was disappointed in Qi Feng, but he was still her father, and she valued family ties deeply—otherwise, she wouldn’t have signed that contract.

The atmosphere eased somewhat under Luan Hua’s unilateral assessment. She stood up, took Qi Lanshi’s hand, and playfully caressed it in her palm. “You have two choices now,” she said.

“One, come upstairs with me. Two, come home with me.”

Each of Luan Hua’s touches and caresses carried a blatant implication. Her hand had already slid down to Qi Lanshi’s exposed waist, gliding lightly until it circled around her navel.

She stared at Qi Lanshi’s profile, watching the porcelain-like face flush crimson.

Qi Lanshi’s voice was barely audible, like a mosquito’s buzz: “Your home.”

Her shyness struck a chord with Luan Hua, and the game ended just like that.

As soon as Qi Lanshi got into the car, she and Luan Hua were kissing. The secretary drove silently in the front, her gaze as resolute as if she were about to join the Party.

Meanwhile, Qi Lanshi’s mind was already consumed by lewd thoughts.

Her head was buzzing with yellow fantasies, her cheeks flushed crimson, and she murmured shyly to the System, “This game… isn’t very wholesome, is it? So many ‘benefits’ right from the start… it’s almost embarrassing.”

The System: [ […] ] It had a thousand words to say, but none could escape its digital prison.

For it had already been silenced.

Even while indulging in lewd acts, Qi Lanshi rigidly maintained her carefully crafted persona. She endured in stoic, unyielding silence, clenching her jaw and refusing to yield.

Luan Hua was dissatisfied, utterly dissatisfied.

Just yesterday, Qi Lanshi hadn’t been like this.

They were locked in the most intimate embrace, their breaths mingling, yet Qi Lanshi acted like a woman being violated against her will.

…Though, in truth, she was.

Luan Hua gripped Qi Lanshi’s chin. Without a word, Qi Lanshi twisted her head away, only to have her chin forced back into position.

“Didn’t you want us to both have fun?” Luan Hua asked. “Are you still having fun now?”

Qi Lanshi didn’t answer. Instead, she fiercely bit down on Luan Hua’s lips, using such force that they bled and bruised, like a ferocious predator claiming its prey.

Qi Lanshi’s inner thoughts were brutally simple: If we’re going to do this, just do it. Why all the talking? It’s killing the mood.

Luan Hua couldn’t ask any more questions. Her senses were completely under Qi Lanshi’s control. Only after it was all over, when she was drowsy, did she manage to slap Qi Lanshi’s cheek and mumble, “Give me a bath.”

“You’re such a brat,” Qi Lanshi chuckled, tracing her fingertip down Luan Hua’s nose before leaning down to kiss its tip.

Luan Hua’s slap was barely more forceful than a kitten’s paw. Given their two enjoyable “adult” encounters, Qi Lanshi decided to give her a bath.

Ding-a-ling-a-ling!

The familiar bell rang, and Qi Lanshi froze, pulling up the menu to exit the game.

A new day had begun, and the real work for the wage slaves was about to start.