Manipulative Harem God



'Doesn't he have any concept of money?' Xiong Mei thought, her gaze locked onto his arrogantly composed expression, her own exhaustion evident.

Zhang Wei's smirk was barely contained as he regarded her. "So, do you want all of these right now, or should I fulfill them tomorrow?"

'What?!'

"I-I..." Xiong Mei felt like her head might explode, "... Brother, I was just kidding. I don't actually need anything," she stammered.

Xiong Mei didn't know whether to laugh or cry anymore at her unexpected fate.

The truth was, the sum of money she had already received felt like more than enough.

She didn't dare push her luck any further.

Zhang Wei laughed along, his demeanor lightening. "I was kidding too!"

Xiong Mei, "...." 

She highly doubt he was joking!

Zhang Wei had already set his sights on her for tonight, determined and unyielding.

No matter what unfolded, he refused to change his target!

Fate had brought Xiong Mei into his den, a place she entered unknowingly.

Now, whether she liked it or not, he held her captive within its confines.

Driving with purpose, Zhang Wei took her to the bustling fashion square in the vibrant north district.

A whirlwind of shopping commenced as he purchased an array of items for her, one after another.

Xiong Mei, caught in a whirlwind of emotions, repeatedly denied and protested.

Yet, it seemed Zhang Wei had no belief in the notion of 'free will'.

Afterall it was all an excuse to see her into various types of clothings. 

He dismissed her objections, asserting his control as he directed their staff to transfer all the purchases to her dormitory.

However, despite Zhang Wei's insistence on sending a plethora of items to her dormitory, Xiong Mei firmly resisted.

She was well aware of the chaos that such an action could unleash.

Promptly, Zhang Wei provided an alternative address, leading them to a hotel room he had already secured in advance.

As the car glided toward the hotel, a faint beep punctuated the silence, drawing attention to the system's voice.

[Host, have you overlooked Lin Ruoxi? You neglected to visit her yesterday as well. She might be at her breaking point by now.] 

Zhang Wei, with a trace of contemplation, deliberately chose to ignore the system's reminder for the moment.

His gaze shifted to Xiong Mei, who appeared anxious, her body leaning slightly against the car seat in a gesture of obeidence.

Zhang Wei's intimidating demeanor had already made her fearful and meek! 

No way, he was too dominant for her youthful heart! 

His assertiveness was overwhelming, to say the least.

She was experiencing a pang of regret for ever having ventured into this unfavourable situation.

Despite these feelings, however, she felt paralyzed, unable to summon the courage to halt his course towards the hotel.

It seemed her fate had been sealed by her own actions.

As time ticked on, Xiong Mei's mind began to work once more.

Her focus shifted away from monetary gain and honed in on the impending reality of their arrival at the hotel.

Once they reached their destination, Xiong Mei trailed behind Zhang Wei meekly.

Each step she took resonated with the rapid beats of her heart, a reminder of the uncertainty that lay ahead. 

*Thunk!*

The door to the room closed with a finality that reverberated in Xiong Mei's mind like an echoing boom, abruptly wrenching her from her thoughts.

"Huh?" She blinked in surprise, her eyes quickly scanning her surroundings.

The space she found herself in was entirely foreign, reminiscent of an opulent villa.

A sprawling living room sprawled out before her, and another door beckoned, presumably leading to the bedroom.

Despite the luxury that likely accompanied a presidential suite, Xiong Mei's heart couldn't summon any excitement.

Her attention remained fixated on Zhang Wei, her nerves causing her throat to constrict as she forced a smile.

He had purposefully denied her a full view of the suite, steering her toward the bedroom and sealing her fate with the definitive sound of the locked door.

For a moment, she stood rooted, her gaze unfocused as it locked onto the wall.

Zhang Wei, on the other hand, moved with a practiced ease.

He swung open the wardrobe, a cascade of clothes tumbling onto the bed.

As the weight of the situation settled, his gaze shifted toward Xiong Mei. The tumultuous emotions she was wrestling with seemed to paint a vivid picture in the air around her, creating an new profound excitement on him. 

A mischievous smirk crept onto Zhang Wei's lips as he playfully questioned, "Do you want to take a bath together...?"

Xiong Mei's mind seemed to lag a moment behind his words, the echo of his voice lingering, until she saw him holding up a few items of women's undergarments. The implications hit her with a sudden blush, and she understood his intent all too clearly.

"I-I'll go first," she stammered, snatching the clothes from his hands. Without wasting another moment, she bolted toward the bathroom, making sure to lock it securely to prevent any surprise entries.

Meanwhile, Zhang Wei lounged on the bed, sprawling himself out as he laughed softly. An odd sense of emotion seemed to creep in, as if he had committed some kind of manipulation to bring her here.

Yet, despite the complexity of his emotions, a current of excitement coursed through him.

The knowledge that she was still untouched, a flower waiting to be plucked, seemed to heighten his anticipation.

Time passed, the minutes stretching into a curious void of quietude.

After what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door finally creaked open, and Xiong Mei emerged.

Her appearance was a striking transformation from when she had entered the bathroom – her skin was now kissed with a gentle radiance, a lingering effect of the cleansing bath.

Tiny droplets of water still clung to her sleek, dark hair, catching the dim light and glistening like delicate jewels.

The towel she had used was casually draped over her shoulder, adding a touch of innocence to the charged atmosphere.

Her eyes, however, betrayed a mixture of emotions – a blend of uncertainty, shyness, and perhaps a trace of curiosity. Her lips, now slightly pinkened from the heat of the water, remained sealed, leaving the air heavy with anticipation.

Yet, there was something unexpected that drew Zhang Wei's attention.

Despite her newfound allure, she stood there, fully dressed, as if she was maintaining a guarded boundary.

It was a small but perplexing detail that hung in the air, urging him to question, "Why did you put your clothes back on?" His brow furrowed, his curiosity as evident.