Chapter 1839
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"Vivian..."
The moment Manfred opened the door, his gaze landed on the singing women outside. He murmured the name "Vivian" softly, his vision blurred and unfocused.
In his haze, the women before him seemed to transform into Vivian.
"Is Mr. Manfred fond of the name Vivian? Then I shall call myself Vivian from now on," said the woman in purple.
Not to be outdone, the woman in yellow added, "Mr. Manfred, why not grant me a name as well?"
As Manfred stared at the two women, the redness in his eyes gradually faded, clarity returning to his gaze. "Who are you?"
"It's so cold outside. Would you allow us to come in and explain, Mr. Manfred?" the woman in purple said sweetly.
The woman in yellow chimed in with a soft, delicate voice, "I feel like I'm freezing. Please take pity on us, Mr. Manfred, and let us inside."
Their voices, tender and beguiling, seemed to carry hooks with every word, the kind that would make any ordinary man surrender without resistance.
They could charm their way into someone's heart.
But Manfred slammed the door shut.
Staggering, he made his way back to the table and drained the entire teapot of cold tea. Still, the fire raging within him refused to be extinguished.
Just then, the two women pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Manfred hadn't locked the door after closing it, so they boldly entered.
"Mr. Manfred, we know you're feeling unwell and in discomfort. Let us help you. You won't feel so bad soon," one said.
"Yes, Mr. Manfred. You must feel so warm right now. Let us ease your suffering. We'll make you feel so comfortable tonight, you'll never want it to end," added the other.
As they spoke, they began to undress, baring their smooth shoulders and slender waists...
Vivian didn't know when she had fallen asleep, but she woke suddenly in a half- dream, half-awake state with an overwhelming sense of panic.
In her dream, she seemed to see Manfred being tormented-suffering unbearable agony.
"Manfred!" she cried out anxiously. Her own voice startled her awake.
For a moment, she was dazed, unsure if she was still dreaming. But the cold sweat soaking her back and dampening her sleepwear told her otherwise.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself.
In the dream, Manfred had been whipped, humiliated, and tormented, leaving her furious, wanting to teach his tormentors a harsh lesson.
It felt so real as if she had been there.
As she prepared to get up for a drink of water, the bracelet on her wrist
began to glow faintly, emitting a familiar
warmth-the same sensation she had felt before when Manfred was injured.
This time, the unease in her heart grew stronger.
"Manfred, could something have happened to you? Wait for me!" She closed her eyes tightly and focused her thoughts on him, silently repeating his name in her mind.
When she opened her eyes again, an icy wind hit her, chilling her to the bone.
In her haste, she hadn't dressed appropriately. She was still in her thin, long- sleeved sleepwear, and Manfred's room lacked any form of heating.
Yet the cold was the least of her concerns.
What she saw next left her completely stunned.
Two nearly naked women were surrounding Manfred. They weren't on the bed but standing near the door.
She couldn't believe her eyes.
Manfred's clothes were almost entirely ripped off, and the two women were
shamelessly flirting and teasing him.
"Mr. Manfred, the pleasures of a
man and a woman are truly wonderful. Once you try it tonight, you'lDnever be able to stop," one of
the
women said in an alluring voice.