The crowd erupted over the final challenge. Everyone knew Yvonne Li was outrageous, but no one expected her to throw such a vulgar topic at them in public. Now, everyone watched the competition with two feelings: disgust at the indecent theme, and curiosity about how anyone could possibly perform a song like this!
"Mistress knows you all worked hard in the last round, so she’s letting you rest for a moment. Of course, you can check out the bonus prize first!" The pink-robed man finished speaking, covered his mouth with a wicked grin, then scampered over to Yvonne Li and sat down, whining, "Mistress, I’m so tired~"
"Good boy, Pinky, come here, your reward." Yvonne Li, in her forties, popped a grape into her mouth and then fed it to the pink-robed man by mouth. He swallowed it, then snuggled into her lap, giggling shyly.
Watching this, Ivy Shen nearly cursed out loud: Are you kidding me? Would you die if you weren’t so perverted?!
Honestly, most of the audience felt disgusted too, but the weird part was, all ten-plus male pets behind Yvonne Li started pouting angrily. Obviously, they were jealous!
Up on stage, Winter darted a desperate look at Adrian Night. This round was just too much for her—she’d always been willing to do anything for her mistress, but she never imagined the contest would get this wild. Of the four girls, she’d trained the hardest all year, but she’d never even heard a song this shameless. No matter how much she tried to tough it out, she just couldn’t do it.
With Adrian Night’s nod, Winter finally stepped off the stage in defeat, followed by another girl who quietly left as well.
"Looks like none of our people made it to the end," Adrian Night said, arms crossed as he looked up at the stage.
Lucian Vane smirked and replied lightly, "Brother Adrian, you really are impressive—you even managed to dig up info on my people."
Lucian Vane, you never make a move unless you’re sure you’ll win. I’ve got my people, and you’ve got yours. But this round’s topic is just ridiculous—no matter how talented they are, none made it to the finals. Now there’s only three left up there, and that plump lady’s definitely the madam of Spring Delight House.
"Seriously, who’d have thought she’d show up at her age? But out of the three left, Abacus Snake looks like the favorite." Honestly, nobody expected Abacus Snake—usually the silent type—to be this sly. Whatever deal he’s chasing must be huge, big enough to keep him hustling for days on end just to get here. Whoever hired him must be some kind of heavyweight!
"If he takes first place today, this path gets a lot harder," Adrian Night said, falling silent. Anything Lucian Vane could guess, Adrian had already considered. Clearly, this client wasn’t ordinary—the lure of Poison Peach Valley was just too strong!
"Wow, what a strong body! Hey, lift your head and let me see you," the plump woman said, eyes full of lust as she approached the chained man.
But the chained man kept his head down, silent.
"Didn’t you hear me? I said lift your head!" the plump woman shouted again, but the chained man still didn’t react.
The plump woman puffed up, clearly ticked off. "What’s with the attitude? From now on, you’re my boy toy! Let’s see how you handle me!" She yanked hard on the iron chain buried in his shoulder—the links scraped through bone again, and fresh blood welled up, dripping down his arm. But no matter how viciously she pulled, the chained man didn’t make a sound.
Hmph, let’s see how long you can hold out! She’d trained countless stubborn men and women before—thinking you can resist her? Dream on!
"Stop!" Ivy Shen shouted, rushing over and forcefully yanking the plump woman’s hand away.