Ivy Shen slept for what felt like ages—she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this wiped out. But even through the exhaustion, a warm, happy feeling bubbled up inside her.
"Xin’er... time to wake up..." Soft voices drifted to her ears, all sorts of gentle calls—every single one impossibly tender.
At the sound, Ivy slowly opened her eyes—only to see seven ridiculously handsome men, each with their own vibe, crowded around her bed. For a second, Ivy wondered if she was still dreaming. Seriously, who wakes up to a seven-husband beauty parade?
"Xin’er? Xin’er?" Adrian Night frowned slightly and called out softly when he saw her dazed look.
"Wife, are you okay?" Butterfly Rogue blurted out, sounding super worried. Then he shot the others a glare, grumbling, "See, this is all your fault! You guys were way too rough last night. Have you no shame?"
The other six just shot him a look of pure contempt. Their eyes drifted to his neck—bright red from all the grabbing—and the hickey-covered chest he’d left exposed. Red, purple, all kinds of marks. Clearly, someone had gone overboard. And that someone? Uh, yeah, it was him!
Ivy slowly sat up, only to realize her whole body ached like she’d been through a boss fight. Sore, exhausted, totally out of juice—ugh...
She rubbed her head, blinking at the fact she was already dressed. Her mind was a total blank for a second. Wait, last night... last night...
Suddenly, her brain did a full reboot and the memories came flooding back—like a movie on fast-forward. Instantly, Ivy ducked her head, biting her lip and refusing to look at anyone. Oh god, so embarrassing. Last night...
Yeah, last night was totally off the rails. Once the guys got their strength back, they were absolute monsters. Even with her stamina, Ivy could barely keep up with their tag-team pampering.
The worst part? She’d totally lost count of how many times she’d screamed. And those guys—no need for instructions, they were total pros at H, sending her straight into wave after wave of mind-melting pleasure.
But the most embarrassing thing? She actually passed out in the middle of all that chaos...
"Wife... you’re okay, right?" Liam Willow blurted out, sounding super anxious. But when he saw Ivy’s flushed face, his own cheeks turned even redder. He backed up, his whole body heating up. Oh god, what had he done? He was supposed to be the shy scholar! Last night—why was he so wild?!
"Little White Rabbit, you’re blushing again. You sure didn’t sound shy last night with all that moaning," Caleb Miles teased, eyeing Liam’s bashful face.
Liam stammered at Caleb, "I... I... I wasn’t, I mean—I didn’t!" His voice got smaller and smaller, totally unconvincing.
"Xin’er, what’s there to be shy about? We liked you just the way you were last night," Lucian Vane smiled at Ivy, watching her bite her lip and duck her head in adorable embarrassment. His body, annoyingly enough, was already reacting. Seriously, could she not hit him with that lethal cute face?
Eli Crane didn’t say anything. He just reached out and took her hand, giving her the warmest smile. No need for words—she got the message loud and clear!
Seeing this, Ivy coughed awkwardly and scrambled to her feet, straightening her already-perfect clothes. No need to guess—they’d definitely dressed her.
But what she hadn’t expected was how those seven guys looked while dressing her—like starving beasts eyeing a feast, barely holding it together. And while they were helping, every single one of them snuck a little grope, scolding the others to behave, totally ignoring the fact that their own hands were the worst offenders.
So, to avoid another round of accidental snacking while getting her dressed, everyone forced themselves to take deep breaths and finish in under ten seconds. With that self-imposed rule, the guys just barely managed to rein in their runaway hearts.
Honestly, you couldn’t even blame the guys. Ivy was just too perfect. None of them had ever met a woman with skin this soft—like silk, literally. Snow-white, flawless, not even a speck of a mole anywhere. She was like a goddess, every inch of her so tempting it made their mouths water.
But what really drove them wild was Ivy’s magic. No matter how long they went, no matter how many rounds, she was always as tight as a blushing virgin. It was so weird and so crazy-hot, they just couldn’t help themselves.
"Xin’er!" As the sky got brighter, Nina Xu figured the group was probably waking up and called out to Ivy from a distance.
"Hey!" Hearing Nina, Ivy hurried over, and her seven husbands quickly got dressed and followed along.
When Ivy showed up with a shy smile and her husbands all looking satisfied, Nina could instantly guess what had happened. She knew they were married, so it was normal, but still—her heart twisted with envy and pain.
"Miss..." Aiden woke up and realized he and Colin had actually assaulted Clara Night. He was torn between guilty excitement and discomfort.
Clara Night sat off to the side, arms crossed, biting her lips so hard they bled. Her hatred just kept growing, like a tidal wave inside her.
Ivy Shen. Ivy Shen. Clara screamed the name in her heart—the name of the woman who’d ruined her life. She swore she’d make Ivy die miserably. Miserably!
When Adrian Night saw Clara again, his face looked terrible. Clearly, even after losing consciousness, those last images of Clara were burned into his mind.
Colin Kerr stood silently by Aiden’s side. When he saw the group approach, he shot Liam Willow a complicated look, then dropped his gaze. Honestly, if he could, he’d have stayed in that fantasy forever—at least there, he felt like he really had Liam...
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But reality is reality—even if Colin didn’t want to wake up, he still had to. What he didn’t expect was waking up to this kind of mess...
Seeing their faces, Ivy could basically guess what was running through their heads. The two guys? Whatever. But that woman? She probably hated Ivy’s guts right now!
"Xin’er, should we..." Nina Xu didn’t finish, but her sharp eyes swept over Ivy. Nobody here was dumb—everyone knew exactly what that look meant. Kill.
Ivy looked at Clara Night, who sat there hugging herself in silence. Ivy knew—once a woman has real hatred, not even an army can stop her.
Her rational mind told her: kill Clara now, and save herself a ton of trouble later.
But another voice inside said: give her one last chance. Ivy knew about Adrian and Clara’s family—how they’d treated Clara like their own daughter. Even if she’d messed up a lot, actually killing her would devastate Adrian. Family ties are just like that.
Ivy glanced at Adrian Night. Right now, he was looking at Clara with pure pain in his eyes—hurting over how much she’d changed, and everything she’d done. Oh Clara, if you’d just played the sweet little sister, Adrian would still love you so much!
So Ivy took a deep breath and shook her head at Nina.
"Xin’er, you know letting the tiger back into the mountains is a disaster waiting to happen..." Nina Xu frowned, clearly unhappy. Sure, Clara’s martial arts sucked, but once she goes full psycho, she’s seriously dangerous!
"It’s fine. I’ll take responsibility for whatever happens!"
"Xin’er..." Adrian Night’s brows furrowed, his voice thick with emotion.
Hearing their exchange, Clara Night shot Ivy a look full of hatred. "You’d better kill me now, or I swear, I’ll kill you!"
"Clara!" Adrian Night was crushed by her words. Why? Why had she changed so much?!
"Don’t call me! Don’t call me!" Clara suddenly broke down in tears at Adrian’s shout. The humiliation from last night kept replaying in her mind—her body still ached in ways she couldn’t stand. Then, in the next second, she glared at Ivy, all viciousness. It was Ivy. Ivy had made her this pathetic. Ivy had ruined her whole life!
Facing Clara’s fury, Ivy just smiled and shrugged. "I’m not one to leave loose ends. But..." She glanced at Adrian. "Remember this—this is your last chance, and I’m only giving it out of respect for Uncle and Aunt Night. If you mess up again, I’ll kill you myself!"
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