The Evil Room
He glanced at his watch. It was a little past two in the afternoon. Still a long way until nightfall.
Xiao Yi pulled a piece of bread from his Space Magic Cube and took a couple of casual bites before resuming his search of the bedroom.
On the other side of the bedroom was a walk-in closet stuffed with men's clothing and shoes. The shelves held a row of luxury watches and assorted high-end designer men's bags.
Xiao Yi eyed the Rolex on his wrist. Back in his previous life, it would have counted as a luxury item, but compared to the watches on the rack—each worth tens of thousands of dollars—it was straight-up trash.
He casually removed the Rolex and slipped on a Patek Philippe 5002P platinum special collector's edition. It fit perfectly.
This legendary Patek Philippe had been impossible to buy in his past life, even at any price. A used one could fetch nearly twenty million!
The clothes here were all custom-made luxury pieces from Italian or French heritage ateliers, tailored to roughly the same size. Clearly bespoke for the manor's owner.
Xiao Yi grabbed a tracksuit set and tried it on. The size was about right, though a bit long and baggy. But for athletic wear, the looseness didn't matter much.
"Something for Stephanie to wear," he muttered, opening a shut wardrobe. Inside was a row of pristine CK underwear—brand new, unworn, unwashed.
But all for men. No women's stuff.
He opened the next wardrobe. Jackpot: a full lineup of women's clothing. Beyond the sexy bikinis, there were professional outfits galore—female cop, officer, nurse, sailor, teacher... every role imaginable.
Xiao Yi also spotted plenty of erotic lingerie. He picked out a couple at random. The craftsmanship was exquisite, the designs utterly depraved.
The villa's owner clearly had a fetish. Nearly every piece—lingerie, uniforms, bikinis—was crotchless!
He yanked open the adjacent cabinet. Rows of sex toys stared back at him.
In 1993, these weren't mainstream yet. The collection was impressive for the era, meticulously crafted, but nothing compared to 2006 or the Taobao paradise of his 2019 past life.
Still, plenty of fun toys here. Vintage electric dildos. Vibrating eggs, lube. Fox-tail anal plugs, ball gags, nipple clamps, fuzzy riding crops.
Little whips, handcuffs, dog leashes, candles, blindfolds, aphrodisiacs—the timeless classics.
Gazing at this arsenal of debauchery, Xiao Yi's mind flashed to Stephanie Seymour's devilish figure, those plump, full breasts, that perfect bubble ass. Heat surged through him.
And Nicole.
He suddenly recalled Nicole Kidman, locked away in his own villa. By his count, it'd been over thirty hours since he'd left.
Only a single piece of bread and a puddle of spilled water. Who knew how Nicole was holding up.
Starvation or thirst? No chance—not in that time frame. At worst, she'd be hungry and parched.
To break a woman like Nicole, it took extreme control. Make her drown in terror and fear, force her to confront her reality, push her to choose between life and death. Only then could he shatter her resistance completely, mold her into his obedient bitch-slave.
No rush to check on her yet. The first conditioning demanded maximum pressure. Best to show up when she was at her most desperate, most broken.
For now... Stephanie Seymour comes first!
This time, Xiao Yi had to conquer her utterly. Not just for his lust—though that burned hot—but for his plans in the second world.
No matter what, he'd claim Stephanie under him. Let this world's version taste his cock, feel the ecstasy of fucking him.
Ideally, leave her addicted, craving it nonstop.
He glanced at the aphrodisiac vial, slipping it carefully into his pocket.
This stuff was called Flunitrazepam. In his past world's America, it was fully legal. Great aphrodisiac effects, harmless to the body.
Best part: it ignited raw desire, made sex more intense and blissful, without hallucinations.
"Stephanie! The bedroom's safe. Everything here's amazing! I'm gonna flip the main bedroom's power switch, then come get you."
Xiao Yi grabbed the walkie-talkie and spoke into it.
"Xiao... it's still early... going to bed already...?" Stephanie's shy, hesitant voice crackled back.
"What're you thinking, Stephanie? No bedtime yet. I want you to pick out some clothes to change into—yours are starting to smell. Plus, there's a killer bathroom here. You can take a nice, long shower."
Xiao Yi chuckled into the walkie-talkie. "Keep an eye on the monitors. Warn me if anything's off. I'm heading to the power room to switch on the main bedroom, then I'll come fetch you."