Villain Simulator, GenshinImpact

"Unless the rest of my cards are…" Lucas seemed to have guessed Yelan's intentions and laid down all thirteen remaining cards with a cold smile. "A straight flush."

"Impossible!"

Yelan stood up abruptly. "That kind of hand is practically impossible to assemble. You must have cheated!"

Truthfully, Yelan was right—Lucas had indeed cheated. With his innate talent, Gambling Prodigy, cheating came as naturally to him as drinking water.

"Miss Yelan, without evidence, you shouldn't make baseless accusations," Lucas said as he removed his sock, propped up a foot, and spoke expressionlessly, "Kneel."

Yelan's face turned ashen. Gritting her teeth, she said, "I'll pay you back double, but as for this matter—"

"I said, kneel." Lucas's voice carried an unyielding authority, radiating an intimidating aura. "Or are you thinking of breaking the contract?"

Licking toes would certainly be a humiliating act for Yelan.

However, if she broke the contract, she would lose her footing entirely in Liyue Harbor.

The surrounding crowd started jeering, egging her on: "Kneel! Kneel! Kneel!"

Many of them had lost money to Yelan before, and now that she was down, they eagerly seized the chance to ridicule her.

The sight of a proud, haughty woman like Yelan being forced to grovel was a spectacle rarely seen, making it all the more tantalizing for the onlookers.

"I understand…"

To everyone's surprise, Yelan quietly knelt before Lucas and said, "I'll do it."

Most men harbor a desire to conquer—it's a reflection of the allure of power. The higher the power, the more there is to conquer.

A woman like Yelan wasn't someone just anyone could subdue.

And yet, here she was, bowing before Lucas.

For Lucas, who craved power, this moment ignited an indescribable excitement.

At first, Lucas hadn't intended to actually make Yelan lick his toes. His provocative suggestion was merely a ploy to embarrass her after his win.

But when she mentioned his mother, a deeply painful subject, Lucas decided to humiliate her thoroughly in return.

"What are you waiting for?" Lucas narrowed his eyes. "My foot's getting tired."

A flicker of hatred crossed Yelan's eyes as she reluctantly lifted Lucas's foot.

Though the young man's feet were clean, odor-free, and surprisingly well-formed, Yelan couldn't help but feel a wave of revulsion at being so close to a man's foot for the first time.

Finally, Yelan closed her eyes and pressed her face against it.

Lucas, despite maintaining a calm demeanor, instinctively gripped the armrest of his chair.

The sensation was, to say the least, peculiar.

"That's enough!"

Lucas pulled his foot away. Yelan slowly opened her eyes, tears glimmering in her once-confident and cunning gaze.

For a proud woman like Yelan, being humiliated so publicly was undoubtedly unbearable.

"You can leave now," Lucas said with a dismissive expression. "All sticky and gross—disgusting."

"Ugh!"

"And next time, if you dare to cause trouble again, the stakes won't just be licking toes," Lucas sneered. "Chuyi, see her out."

"What are you all looking at? Move!"

A black-haired young woman in a server's uniform pushed through the crowd and stood before Yelan with a scowl. "Miss Yelan, you've lost your bet. Isn't it time for you to leave?"

It was none other than Chuyi. No longer the skinny girl from years ago, she had blossomed into a strikingly beautiful young woman. Despite her beauty, her fiery temper and sharp tongue made her a force to be reckoned with, especially toward gamblers, to whom she showed no mercy.

Oddly enough, this only boosted her popularity among the teahouse's patrons. Many of them seemed to relish her scolding, with Chuyi herself often quipping, "These lousy gamblers are all gluttons for punishment."

Perhaps Chuyi's presence contributed to the booming business at Yan Shang Teahouse.

Yelan cast one last hateful glance at Lucas before storming out.

"Vixen…"

Chuyi snorted at Yelan's retreating figure before turning to Lucas with a warm smile. "The young master is as amazing as ever!"

While she was blunt and brash with everyone else, Chuyi's attitude toward Lucas, her savior, was entirely different.

To her surprise, Lucas grabbed her wrist and whispered, "Come to my room."

Chuyi blushed slightly and murmured, "Young master, it's the middle of the day…"

"Please, Chuyi," Lucas said softly. "I can't wait any longer."

"Fine, fine, how can I refuse you?" Chuyi said gently. "But don't forget we still have business to run, so don't take too long."

Amid the noisy chatter of gamblers outside, Lucas led Chuyi into the lounge, eager to indulge in his "privileges" as the young master.

Their relationship had started two years ago.

As the scion of a gambling family, Lucas matured faster than his peers, both emotionally and physically. His first intimate encounter had been with none other than Chuyi. Living under the same roof, it was inevitable that sparks would eventually fly.

Chuyi never harbored any resentment. To her, her life belonged to Lucas. If he wanted her, she had no reason to refuse. Besides, she had long admired her "gentle and kind" young master.

From then on, their relationship deepened, often igniting whenever the mood struck.

Outside the room, gamblers played their cards. Inside, Lucas and Chuyi played their own game.

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Author's Note: ...Based china removing all small or simple r-18 scenes but not feet licking!!