The Celibate Male Lead Broke His Persona - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The next day, I woke up in bed.

When I opened my eyes, the handsome guy from last night was lying right beside me.

He was holding me.

The moment he noticed me move, his arms tightened around me on instinct.

I was pulled straight into his chest.

He smiled. “Awake?”

The chaotic memories of last night came flooding back.

All I vaguely remembered was him arranging me into one blush-inducing position after another.

And between ragged breaths, the awful things the man kept murmuring in my ear.

“Good girl.”

“Don’t cry.”

“Turn around. Let me see you.”

I shot upright and flung the covers back.

I was wearing only a shirt.

He had only pulled on a pair of pants.

Between the two of us, we couldn’t even scrape together two complete outfits.

Last night had felt good, sure.

But my lip was split.

My waist ached a little too.

And my body was covered in suggestive marks.

It looked like someone had thoroughly ravaged me.

The man in front of me wasn’t exactly innocent either.

His back was covered in red scratches from my nails.

Expressionless, I got out of bed and went to the coat rack, then rummaged and rummaged through the pocket of my coat.

The man actually sounded concerned.

“Why won’t you look at me? Are you shy?”

“Does anything feel uncomfortable? I can rub it for you.”

At last, I pulled a wad of cash out of my coat pocket.

With a stony face, I threw him a thousand yuan. My voice was so hoarse it sounded like I’d been screaming all night. “About last night-pretend it never happened.”

The man looked at the bills scattered across the bed and let out an angry laugh. “What do you take me for?”

I deliberately ignored the point. “Not enough?”

I didn’t have much cash on me.

So I tossed him another thousand and threatened, “If you tell anyone, you’re dead.”

I got dressed, buttoning the last button with meticulous care.

Then I picked up my coat and walked out under the man’s scorching gaze.

As I walked down the road, I felt deeply satisfied.

I had eaten my fill. Eaten well, too.

I had smoothly entered my post-nut clarity phase.

At long last, I had the motivation to keep up my abstinent persona.

I couldn’t help savoring the memory a little.

That handsome guy was pretty good in bed.

What a shame.

I could only enjoy him once.

Barring any accidents, I probably wouldn’t see him again in this lifetime.

The bite mark on my collarbone, though, was a bit troublesome.

That dog. He just had to bite me somewhere so obvious.

On the way, I stopped by a pharmacy and bought a bandage, then stuck it over my collarbone.

Perfect.