I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!
Chapter 55: The Road to Hell is Paved With Orgasms

Chapter 55: The Road to Hell is Paved With Orgasms

Su Meilin was the first to get into the bathtub. She poured in a generous amount of soap, making the water froth with thick, fragrant bubbles.

The surface rippled as she settled on the left side, her head half-submerged beneath the water. Bubbles floated lazily over her face.

She was sulking.

Zhao Yiming sighed and slipped into the tub across from her, letting the warm water ease his muscles as he looked at her adorable, moody face.

"Are you angry with me?"

"Don’t act dumb! I know you knew what I was trying to do!" she huffed, crossing her arms and turning her head away, her cheeks puffed out in a pout.

He exhaled again, voice soft. "You’ve had a long day—mentally and physically. I didn’t want to take advantage of you."

"What do you mean, take advantage? I wanted to do it!" she insisted, glaring at him.

"I don’t know..." he murmured. "Your emotions are all over the place. Instead of using sex to forget everything, I thought maybe... we could talk it out. If you want to."

As if his words had pierced straight through her, Meilin lowered her gaze. She hugged her knees and shook her head.

"I don’t want to talk... I just want to have sex."

Zhao Yiming studied her quietly. Maybe it was because he had a daughter, or because he’d lived far longer than she had, but he could tell when someone was using pleasure to escape pain. He didn’t judge it—just understood it.

’Hahh... Maybe she just needs to forget for a while.’

So he reached out and gently pulled her hands toward him, closing the distance between them.

"Fine. If that’s really what you want," he said, turning her body around so she now straddled his lap.

Her bare skin pressed against his, and she could feel something hard already stirring beneath the water.

He placed his hands on her chest, cupping both of her full, soft breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze. Her body tensed, breath hitching.

"I... I never wanted to take advantage of you," Su Meilin murmured, voice trembling slightly. "Is it wrong for a woman to want sex? Am I weird?"

Zhao Yiming’s eyes widened. "Of course not! I just thought... we still needed to talk about your conversation with Mr. Wu."

"What’s there to talk about?" she replied quietly. "I poured my heart out in that apology. I said everything that’s haunted me. I’m okay now, Yiming. You don’t have to worry about me anymore."

He lowered his head, resting it on her shoulder. "I don’t know... I killed your husband. Isn’t that fucked up? And then you said you were ignorant, you don’t even know about all evil things he has done..."

Su Meilin turned around and cupped his face between her hands.

"I told you—we killed him. And no, I don’t resent you at all. Just myself..."

"It was an accident. He just... fell into the wrong place at the wrong time." Her eyes shimmered as she looked into his. Purple, bright, and brimming with newfound strength.

"I was ignorant, Yiming," she admitted. "I saw the signs—his strange friends, the weird calls, the money he somehow had when the apartment barely had any tenants. I wasn’t blind."

"I was his wife for three years. I’m not dumb. I knew something was off. I just... didn’t want to accept it."

Her gaze dropped to the bubbling surface between them. "I thought if I just kept being a good wife, he’d change someday. But he didn’t. And I should’ve known—people don’t change."

"You’re wrong," Zhao Yiming said firmly.

"You changed, Meilin. Whether it’s for better or worse, you took a step. You cheated on your husband because you wanted to find your own happiness."

"You apologized for something that wasn’t your fault. You acknowledged your flaws. If that’s not what you tried to change, then what is it?"

He pulled her into his arms, holding her close. "So stop blaming yourself. You’re not at fault, alright?"

Su Meilin looked at him, eyes wide in surprise—then slowly melted into the embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

"Thank you, Yiming... Thank you..."

The atmosphere turned calm—almost serene. The only sound in the bathroom was the gentle drip of water echoing off the tile.

But then, without warning, Su Meilin pulled away from the hug and declared bluntly, "But I still want to have sex!"

Zhao Yiming blinked. "So you really were serious, huh?" He chuckled, finally realizing he’d been the only one overthinking. Meanwhile, Meilin had already made peace with everything.

"Of course!" she said, then paused and scratched her head awkwardly. "Though... I do feel like an immoral wife. Having sex with my affair partner after we killed my husband? Yeah, that’s pretty messed up."

She gave a helpless shrug like she hadn’t just said something completely unhinged. "But I want to go down the evil road together with you," she added, face flushing with embarrassment at how cheesy the line sounded.

Zhao Yiming burst out laughing—he couldn’t help it.

And just before he could answer, the system chimed in:

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[You triggered a semxy new quest that will be the end of the ’Perverted Sage’ route!]

[Choose your methods and sentence carefully to satisfy the God of Richness & Love’s noble libido!]

[Quest: Drown Me In Sin]

• "Then, let me taste your sin, Meilin." (Kiss her and punish that jiggly breast you love the most with kiss marks and bites until she cums!)

• "Then, let’s defile his memory right here." (Tie her to the faucet and fuck her until she begs to stop! Break her and make her forget about her dead husband while turning her into your slut!)

[God of Richness & Love sends a message!]

["Every choice is perfect, son! But the road to hell is paved with orgasms. Go on, my horny little devil—choose the worst choice!"]

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Zhao Yiming curled his lips into a devilish smirk. The quest he had been waiting for had finally arrived—and it was filthier than he hoped.

Without hesitation, he reached forward and gently pushed Meilin to the side of the tub. Her eyes widened at the sudden movement, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a cloth from his inventory—silky, dark, and wickedly smooth. He tied her wrists to the bathtub faucet, not too tight, but enough to make her squirm.

Then, he leaned in close, lips brushing against her ear as he whispered with a voice low and sinful:

"Then, let’s defile your husband’s memory right here. Let us mock him even in his deathbed, ’cause he is the loser."