Manipulative Harem God



*Click*

Soon, the door to the room swung open, its hinges creaking under the force. Zhang Wei arrogantly claimed the spot of deputy chief, shamelessly usurping Leng Yan's rightful place. His eyes fixated on the newcomer, he gazed at her with an unabashed intensity.

"You look better in these," he remarked, his hand casually resting on his chin as he studied her figure with a thoughtful expression.

Meanwhile, Leng Yan stood there, her face flushed with an uncommon sense of embarrassment. She closed the door slowly, each click of the lock echoing in the tense atmosphere.

Her previous attire was discarded; now, she stood in her formal uniform, exuding an aura of authority. Desperate to maintain a semblance of confidence, she attempted to meet Zhang Wei's gaze. But his unwavering stare made her shift uncomfortably, prompting her to evade his penetrating eyes.

Her navy blue PSB jacket clung sensually to her voluptuous frame, accentuating every curve and contour with scary precision.

The fabric cascaded down her body, caressing her like a lover's touch, evoking a stirring of desire in anyone who dared to gaze upon her.

Beneath the jacket, a sheer white shirt provided a provocative contrast against the dark canvas of her attire.

The fabric clung to her skin, teasingly revealing hints of the flawless complexion beneath.

Its tightness around her ample bosom sent a rush of heat through those present, as though the buttons straining against their threads were on the verge of surrendering to the seductive force within.

Her smooth violet locks flowed uninhibited like a waterfall of desire, cascading in mesmerizing waves that beckoned hands to plunge into their depths.

Each strand seemed to hold an enchanting allure, inviting exploration and igniting a longing in those who dared to imagine drawing their fingers through the silky strands.

Those striking violet eyes, smoldering with a simmering intensity, possessed an irresistible power to ensnare.

Like magnets, they pulled others into their gaze, trapping them within an intoxicating spell.

Within their depths, secrets simmered and passions stirred, leaving all who dared to meet her gaze helplessly entranced by the bewitching depths of her allure.

The golden buttons on her jacket glimmered like molten stars in the night sky, casting a radiant glow upon her celestial presence.

Each one, carefully aligned, added to the aura of seduction that enveloped her, enticing onlookers to explore the forbidden pleasures whispered of in hushed whispers.

Adorning her shoulders, the epaulets bore intricate, seductive embroidery that spoke of her status as a woman of untamed desire and unyielding prestige.

Each stitch served as a delicious reminder of the clandestine world she commanded, hinting at the forbidden fruits that awaited those bold enough to be invited into her realm.

Her perfectly tailored trousers embraced her sultry legs with a sinful embrace, molding to the contours of her body with a sinful embrace that left little to the imagination.

The polished black belt, cinched provocatively around her waist, accentuated her hypnotic curves, an open invitation to explore the depths of passion that simmered beneath her polished exterior.

It whispered of unleashed desires and hinted at the hidden vices hungry to be unearthed.

Despite the tinge of embarrassment that flushed her cheeks due to the snug fit of her shirt, she took a deep breath, mustering her courage, and approached Zhang Wei. "I-I haven't worn this in ages, so it might be a bit small," she stammered, her voice carrying a hint of apology.

However, Zhang Wei shook his head dismissively and countered, "The shirt is not small; the surface beneath is too large to be contained," his eyes unabashedly fixated on her chest, his curiosity evident.

Leng Yan felt her cheeks begin to burn even hotter, her discomfort intensifying as she stood there, uncertain of how to respond.

Zhang Wei's smile widened, a triumphant glimmer in his eyes.

This was exactly what he wanted—to make her surrender.

What could be more intoxicating than the temptation of a perfectly fitting uniform?

Yet, he didn't demand anything overtly seductive, fully aware of Leng Yan's limitations. Instead, he instructed her to stand behind him and massage his rigid shoulders.

Caught off guard by his absurd request, Leng Yan's confusion deepened, but obediently, she reluctantly moved behind him, her mind grappling with the peculiar situation.

Suddenly, she no longer appeared in a state of teeth-gritting determination, as she had done earlier. Instead, a blank look settled upon her face, revealing the storm of emotions brewing within her.

Yet, despite this seemingly calm exterior, the telltale redness of her cheeks betrayed the tumultuous thoughts swirling in her mind.

As she changed her dress, a realization washed over her.

Alone in this room with a man, she was about to face a daunting challenge. She dared not entertain any other thoughts, her mind consumed by the doubts and uncertainties.

Every so often, her gaze flickered towards Zhang Wei, who guided her hands over his shoulder with a complex expression on his face, adding to her inner turmoil.

Should she retreat?

Was that the wisest course of action?

But in the end, she displayed her cunning nature, dismissing any notion of backing out.

After all, she was nothing more than his slave, and he possessed the power to coerce her into this act regardless.

If, by some miracle, she could save Leng Mei in the process, it would be her ultimate triumph.

Unbeknownst to her, deception may have been woven into Zhang Wei's words.

How could a villain be trusted to speak the truth?

Had she been foolish enough to believe his promises?

Placing trust in a man's words when it came to matters of the bed? Truly, how easily led astray she had been.

[Host, would you truly release Leng Mei solely based on this promise?] The system couldn't help but voice the same question that lingered within.

Zhang Wei's faint smile seemed to hold a world of hidden meaning as he replied, "Who holds greater value, the mother or the daughter?"

[Oh] The system readily comprehended the implied answer. It was no stranger to the twisted labyrinth of Zhang Wei's mind.

Leng Yan pressed her shoulders, her face wearing a blank expression, lost in her reverie. Slowly, her curiosity began to stir, pulling her back into reality.

Finally, she mustered the courage to ask, her voice tinged with doubt, "That... Ye Feng guy, do you have any animosity with him?"

Zhang Wei raised his brows, his eyes betraying a hint of amusement as he nodded. "Yes, he tried to flirt with my wife," he replied, though even he didn't truly believe it.

In truth, Zhang Wei had no real reason to despise Ye Feng. It was all just an amusing game to him. When confronted, he had no choice but to use Yu Lei as a convenient excuse, a scapegoat for his own mischief.

However, Leng Yan, taking his words at face value, was slightly startled. A complex mix of emotions flickered in her eyes. 'So he is not a monster after all? Did I misjudge him?' she wondered, surprised by the rare display of care he showed towards his women.

"And what about Tang Shen and the others? Why did you lock them up alongside Ye Feng?" Leng Yan pressed on, unable to bear the uncomfortable silence.

Zhang Wei paused, pondering his words carefully before speaking out his true intentions. "Release a statement implicating the Wang Family in acts of terrorism. Tang Shen and the rest were only trying to rescue Ye Feng but were captured by you before they could escape. With this, your merits will surely skyrocket," he suggested, his voice weighed with calculated motives.