Chapter 1
My name is Zhang Dongdong, and there isn’t a single normal person in my life. Other managers work for superstars and famous artists.
My client is a sweet-faced little yandere. The most terrifying part? I’ve heard of hardcore tops, but never a hardcore bottom like him.
The only thing that puts me at ease is that this hardcore bottom isn’t violent toward me—and I get a fat expense account.
I thought the company had finally grown a conscience when it chartered a plane for us. Great news, right?
Then I saw the two flight attendants aboard and completely lost it.
My client—the wildly popular performance artist Mr. Bashful Young Master…
Somehow, he had gotten two psychopaths released, and they were both old acquaintances of mine!
One called himself Invincible Big Baby and believed he was one of the Calabash Brothers.
Once, as a joke, I told him I was the Scorpion Demon. He chased me for blocks with a chainsaw and tore my front door apart.
The only reason he wasn’t stabbing me to death right now was that the other psychopath was here too.
Because that psychopath wanted to stab me as well—just… not with a knife…
His name was Li Yu: a hardcore top who wasn’t merely insane, but also took secret photos of me and dug my takeout bags from the trash so he could lick them and call it kissing!
I stared at the prohibited weapon tenting his pants and had only one thought:
“How the hell did security not confiscate that thing?”
Wait! That didn’t make sense. Nobody had touched him, and we were all still dressed. How had his rubber baton turned into an extendable one?
When I leaned closer, I nearly blacked out.
His phone was full of pictures of me in the shower. Wearing a wicked grin, he stroked the screen and muttered,
“So smooth, so smooth… all pale and smooth…”
I snatched the phone away.
“When did you take these?”
Li Yu looked at me with a cheerful smile.
“A couple days ago. I snuck out while you were away on business. You were showering in your hotel room, so I came in through the window.”
What the hell?
Hadn’t I been staying at the Conrad?
On the sixty-eighth floor!
If he’d climbed six floors with his bare hands, I could understand. The guy was insanely fit.
Eight floors? Fine, I’d accept that too. Some people were just built different.
But sixty-eight fucking floors?
Was he even human?
The last guy who climbed that high with his bare hands wore red and shot webs…
Next time, I needed iron underwear. I could live in the sky and Li Yu would still find me.
No—titanium-alloy underwear!
I’d seen him bend rebar with his bare hands!
Furious, I went to delete the photos, but before I could move, Li Yu wrapped one hand around my neck.
He whispered into my ear,
“Baby, do you know how I can make you lie all soft and limp in my arms?”
I froze.
“Impossible! I’m straight. Give it up already.”
Li Yu smiled, sweet and gentle.
“All I have to do is pull out your spine. Then you’ll be nice and floppy.”
His fingers traced my neck inch by inch. Every hair on my body stood on end.
This psycho was looking for my spine!
I handed his phone back at once. Satisfied, he sat down and resumed caressing the screen.
“So smooth, so smooth… all pale and smooth.”
Across the aisle, Bashful Young Master was still gazing at Invincible Big Baby with stars in his eyes.
Invincible Big Baby was putting on a full display of brutal elegance, ripping an entire tomahawk steak apart with his bare hands and stuffing great chunks into his mouth.
Bashful Young Master murmured beside him,
“Wow, Brother Calabash, you’re so manly.”
My mouth twitched. Once he tore you apart like that steak, you’d settle down.
You wouldn’t just be soft and tender—you’d be deliciously juicy too!
I was about to sit when one sentence from Invincible Big Baby sent me springing up again.
He wiped his hands and grinned.
“First Brother is full. Now First Brother is going to avenge Grandpa!”
He yanked a spiked club straight out of his crotch and hurled it at me!