Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 872: Concubine, Servant, A Slap

The presidential suite was very quiet.

The spacious and luxurious living room was sliced by the morning light into distinct blocks of light and shadow.

The air floated with the subtle scent of chilled champagne, the fresh sweetness of the fruit platter, and the interwoven fragrances emanating from the two women.

With Su Yu's nearly insane raise thrown onto the table.

Tang Song's entire body instantly tensed, a fine layer of sweat seeping out from his back.

As expected, things had indeed galloped towards the direction he most feared and found most outrageous.

These two women, taken individually, were each more elegant, each more sophisticated than the last.

But once forcibly placed in the same room, it was like a glacier colliding with raging fire, exploding at the slightest spark.

The female star inherently carried a touch of madness in her makeup, and now that she had finally grasped such an opportunity, she naturally wouldn't let it go lightly.

Given her depth of thought and cultivation, the fact that she had proactively proposed the punishment of "writing on the face," which carried a clear sense of humiliation.

In itself already indicated.

This Ms. Smile, usually so rational, was truly and genuinely angry today.

She wanted to personally discipline the female star who always loved to push her luck.

As for taking off clothes...

Logically speaking, with Secretary Jin's pride and sense of propriety, she would never allow herself to fall into such an absurd, out-of-control situation.

However—

"Alright."

Secretary Jin's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear, steady, and resonant.

Tang Song's eyelids twitched violently.

The smile on Su Yu's face, however, blossomed to its extreme in an instant, even her amber eyes flashing with a nearly fanatical light.

"I knew it, Ms. Smile wouldn't go back on her word. After all, you've always been the one who values rules and character the most, right?"

"Of course." The corner of Secretary Jin's lips curved slightly, sitting there with her legs crossed, her posture flawlessly elegant. "There are wins and losses at the card table. One must accept the consequences of their gamble. Isn't that very fair?"

"Good then." Su Yu leaned forward slightly, her fingertip lightly tapping the poker box. "Each round, the loser can choose their own punishment method. Take off one piece of clothing, or let the winner write one character. If there are no more clothes to take off, naturally only the writing option remains."

"Very good, perfectly fair."

"Let's be clear, when playing a game, we must take it seriously, no deliberate targeting."

"Of course, I've always been that way, and I absolutely disdain playing dirty in such matters." Secretary Jin said calmly. "However, there should be a time limit. We can't just play all day, after all... I still have to meet the parents."

"How long do you suggest?"

"Then two hours, that should be about lunchtime."

"Agreed."

Su Yu gently clapped her hands, her entire body slightly heated from extreme excitement.

She suddenly stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and pressed a button.

The electric curtains silently closed, completely shutting out the morning light.

The vast living room instantly darkened.

Immediately after, she turned on several ambient lamps.

Warm light gradually spread from the corners and edges of the ceiling, illuminating the entire space softly, ambiguously, and with just the right amount of danger.

After doing all this, Su Yu sat back down.

Her eyes churned with a nearly pathological light.

Beautiful, sharp, and carrying a hint of almost bloodthirsty excitement.

Finally.

Finally, she had waited for such an opportunity.

Hadn't all the previous series of provocations been precisely for this moment?!

From meeting in 2017 until now, the relationship between them had never been equal.

One was the "Ms. Smile" high up in the clouds, controlling a vast capital empire and Tang Song's career landscape.

While the other was just a little star, excluded, guarded against, and kept outside the system.

In terms of fame, Su Yu was certainly higher.

But when it came to real power, voice, and status, she had always lagged far, far behind Jin Meixiao.

All these years, she had been jealous, provoked, made sarcastic remarks, even gone crazy, had breakdowns.

But Jin Meixiao was always that same way.

Aloof, dismissive.

As if no matter how fiercely she made a scene, how extreme her actions, in the other's eyes, she was just a little pet that couldn't escape the palm of her hand.

Not even qualified to truly make her angry.

But today was different.

Today, she could finally force this woman to the card table, sitting face to face with her.

Even if it was just stripping off her clothes, making her lose face.

She felt that all the grievances and anger suppressed in her heart for so many years had finally found a true outlet.

And Secretary Jin across from her was also watching her motionlessly.

Those eyes that always held a proper smile now finally shed most of their pretense.

Leaving only glaring sharpness, competitive desire, and thoroughly provoked anger.

The air seemed stretched to its limit.

Neither retreated, nor intended to.

"Deal the cards." Su Yu curved her lips, smiling brilliantly. "I can't wait any longer."

Secretary Jin reached out and picked up the deck, shuffling, cutting, her movements fluid and graceful.

Tang Song sat to the side, watching their back-and-forth, his heartbeat speeding up along with it.

He originally wanted to advise against it.

For example, there's no need to play so big, to avoid things ending badly.

Or, be a bit more moderate, don't really push the situation to a completely uncontrollable point.

But the problem was—

This perfectly aligned with the wicked task issued by the Magical Little Raincoat.

He shouldn't try to dissuade them, he should even find ways to add fuel to the fire.

As for the possible terrible consequences?

Anyway, everyone in this room today was his woman.

Moreover, if he really wanted the harem's order to stabilize, Secretary Jin and the female star, these two incompatible opponents, would inevitably have to clash head-on sooner or later.

Especially once he reached Charm 100 in the future and fully unlocked the subsequent permissions, such collisions would be unavoidable.

Since that's the case, with him present now and at this special juncture before the Spring Festival, letting them truly PK once might not be a bad thing.

At the very least, neither Secretary Jin nor Su Yu would truly lose control to an irreparable degree.

Of course.

All of the above were just excuses he found for himself.

The main reason was, as an old pervert, he simply couldn't refuse.

Tang Song's gaze uncontrollably swept back and forth over them.

These two were practically the ultimate answers in the system's scoring system regarding [Female Charm] and [Appearance].

If they really took off their clothes piece by piece, and then wrote on each other's bodies...

Just thinking about it made Tang Song feel his blood pressure rising.

Let's do it!

.......

Due to the special stakes, the rules of this Dou Dizhu were deliberately simplified.

No bidding, no scoring multipliers.

Simply draw one card from the entire deck and hide it in the pile.

Whoever drew that card would be the landlord.

Soon, Secretary Jin finished shuffling and placed the deck in the center of the coffee table.

Su Yu reached out first and drew a landlord card.

Ace of Spades.

The three began drawing cards.

The cards made crisp, delicate sounds in the air.

Unconsciously, the atmosphere in the entire living room grew tense.

In the end, the landlord for the first round fell to Tang Song.

He looked down at his hand.

It was terrible.

Too many floating cards, couldn't form a sequence, and not many high cards either.

By the rules, the landlord could actually choose to forfeit, passing the round.

But Tang Song still took it.

Consider it letting them vent first, and also starting off the game.

The three face-down cards were revealed, and the result was even worse, still couldn't form a sequence.

As expected, Tang Song was neatly and efficiently slaughtered by the two women working in tacit coordination, and cleanly lost.

As the landlord, he had to accept punishment from both people.

"I won't take off clothes." Tang Song's tone was very natural. "Writing it is."

Taking off clothes in front of Secretary Jin and Su Yu would indeed be too improper.

Writing a character, on the other hand, was more of a playful gesture.

"Okay~" Su Yu seemed to have been waiting for this moment, rummaging in her bag for a black ultra-fine eyeliner pen, directly moving over, straddling Tang Song's lap.

She cupped Tang Song's face with both hands, the pen tip descending.

On his cheek, she wrote stroke by stroke the character "Yu".

The black writing on his skin was like some blatant declaration of territory.

After finishing, Su Yu retreated half a step, admiring it with satisfaction, then looked at Jin Meixiao.

"How about it? Is my handwriting good-looking?"

After saying that, she even offered the eyebrow pencil forward.

"Your turn."

Secretary Jin smiled faintly but didn't touch that eyebrow pencil.

Instead, she took out a true red lipstick from her own clutch, reapplied some color to her lips.

Su Yu's eyelids twitched instantly, a sense of extreme foreboding suddenly rising in her heart.

The next second, Secretary Jin had already leaned down.

One hand gently supporting Tang Song's chin.

Then, her red lips pressed against him.

A complete lipstick print was left on his cheek.

Vivid, ambiguous, with a smiling curve.

Feeling the residual warmth on his cheek, Tang Song was stunned.

Because all along, Secretary Jin, no matter the occasion, gave people a feeling of rationality, restraint, elegance.

Even in the most intimate moments, it always felt like there was a layer of perfect orderliness separating them.

But today, she not only agreed to this humiliating bet, but even wrote in this way.

Enough to show she was truly angered.

Just like the Little Raincoat said.

She had secretly kept too many scores.

Today, she was clearly really prepared to step onto the field herself.

Even if it meant putting everything aside, she wanted to properly teach the female star a lesson.

Secretary Jin gave Tang Song a light smile, then turned her head to look at Su Yu.

"How about it? Is my character good-looking?"

Su Yu's chest heaved heavily, her teeth clenched, her beautiful face covered in frost.

"Again!"

Soon, the three sat down again.

Shuffling, cutting, dealing.

Secretary Jin's movements were still a pleasure to watch.

Tang Song's breathing grew slightly rapid, his anticipation mounting.

He realized that Secretary Jin and the female star had probably guessed something, not really directing their focus at him, but instead letting him benefit.

The second round, the landlord still fell to him.

This time, however, his hand was much better.

Could form sequences, had singles that could pressure, and after revealing the face-down cards, the overall hand could even be considered decent.

With Tang Song's current Comprehension and judgment, once he got such a strong hand, it was almost impossible to lose through mistakes.

Remembering cards, breaking up combinations, order, rhythm...

His mind worked extremely fast, and his plays were crisp and decisive.

Of course, Su Yu and Secretary Jin's performances were also very outstanding.

Especially Secretary Jin, terrifyingly steady, constantly probing, predicting, exerting a strong sense of pressure.

But the gap in hand quality this round was too large.

In the end, Tang Song still won smoothly.

The two women also didn't welch, both choosing the same punishment method.

Writing.

Tang Song picked up the pen and wrote the character "Song" on each of their collarbones.

The black writing on their snow-white skin was incredibly stimulating.

Su Yu smiled, her eyes curved, even taking a selfie.

Secretary Jin, however, lowered her eyes to glance at it, her expression unreadable.

The game continued.

The third round, Secretary Jin seized the landlord and won cleanly.

Su Yu also didn't renege, raising her hand to slip off one sock from her foot and tossing it aside.

"The rules didn't say socks don't count, right?"

Secretary Jin glanced at her, her tone calm. "Of course they count."

After saying that, she extended her slender, pale fingers, picked up the eyeliner pen, and leisurely drew a large cross over the "Yu" character on Tang Song's collarbone.

The fire in Su Yu's eyes was practically burning out.

"You—"

"What? Not allowed?"

"Continue!"

For the next hour-plus, it completely turned into the two women's peak showdown.

The tightly closed curtains of the presidential suite blocked out the daylight outside.

Under the ambiguous warm glow of the ambient lamps, the temperature in the air was climbing madly bit by bit.

Scattered playing cards, empty champagne glasses, crumpled tissues, and those lipsticks and eyebrow pencils used as brushes were strewn haphazardly across the table.

Dou Dizhu was originally a game heavily dependent on luck of the draw; even the flawlessly calculating Secretary Jin couldn't avoid times when she was dragged down by a bad hand.

And when they lost, they unanimously chose to "take off clothes."

Watching Secretary Jin slowly take off her gray sweater, black stockings, base layer.

Appearing semi-naked in the living room.

Su Yu was practically at the peak of excitement.

Leaning on the sofa, swirling the slightly bubbly champagne in her goblet, she wantonly let her gaze roam up and down Jin Meixiao.

Her stunning face wore an expression of exhilarating delight, as if her life's greatest wish had finally been fulfilled.

Of course, she herself lost more.

After layers of reduction, she was left with only a set of semi-transparent wine-red, semi-sheer lingerie.

Large expanses of skin, fairer than frost and snow, were particularly eye-catching under the dim light.

Perfect curves stretched out without reservation, her whole person like a blooming wild rose.

As for Tang Song...

Having no real competitive drive, plus deliberately going easy and actively taking on those unwanted, terrible landlord hands, he was the one who lost the most and was punished the most in the entire game.

His face, chest, and abs were scribbled over by the two women, with lipstick prints, eyebrow pencil marks, names and crosses... layer upon layer.

But Tang Song didn't feel the slightest bit of frustration in his heart; on the contrary, he was so excited and thrilled his blood was about to boil.

After all, two semi-naked, peerless beauties were sitting right beside him, occasionally provoking each other with words, and leaning over to write.

Especially the female star, directly straddling him, lifting his clothes to write, and kissing him after finishing.

And Secretary Jin was watching eagerly right beside them.

Tang Song was really having a hard time holding on.

Another round concluded.

This time, the landlord was Su Yu.

And the loser was also her.

When the last card hit the table.

The smile on Su Yu's face finally began to falter.

Because on her body, aside from those two pitiful pieces of intimate fabric, there were no more clothes to take off.

"My win." Secretary Jin smiled slightly, picking up the lipstick, her fingertip lightly twisting the case. "Miss Su Yu, continue undressing, or let me write?"

Su Yu's chest heaved violently once. If she were stripped naked in front of Tang Song or his other women, she wouldn't care at all.

But being stared at like prey by Jin Meixiao, with that air of having victory in hand and looking down from on high... was the most infuriating!

Su Yu bit her red lip hard, raising that exquisitely beautiful face of hers. "Write!"

"Good." Secretary Jin agreed very decisively, as if she had long expected her to choose this.

Holding the lipstick, she stood up, her long legs stepping over the coffee table, slowly walking to stand before Su Yu.

At close range, this face was still disgustingly beautiful.

Too glamorous, too ethereal, too skilled at bewitching.

The corner of Secretary Jin's lips curved slightly, raising her hand, her fingertip supporting Su Yu's chin, forcing her to lift her face slightly.

The true red lipstick bullet gently landed on Su Yu's flawless, snow-white right cheek.

One stroke, one line.

The cool sensation, carrying a highly superior sense of humiliating contempt, slowly traveled across her skin.

After finishing, Secretary Jin retreated half a step, examined it for two seconds, and finally a brilliant smile appeared on her face.

Without any pretense or falseness, just a very pure, very real smile.

As if she had completed something she had waited for a long time.

"Truly beautiful." She evaluated softly, her tone carrying deep satisfaction.

Su Yu grabbed the phone on the table, the dark screen's reflection clearly showing that glaring red writing on her cheek.

"Concubine"

In ancient times, a woman without status, forever destined to stand behind and bow her head in subservience, was called a "concubine."

On this day before New Year's Eve, Jin Meixiao used this character to clearly slap her with an invisible, stinging blow.

Su Yu's breathing grew rapid, a ball of utterly mad fire burning in her amber eyes.

"Good... very good!" Su Yu squeezed the words out from between her teeth.

"You accept the consequences of your gamble, don't you?" Secretary Jin met her gaze without fear, arms crossed, eyes curved.

"Continue!"

Su Yu slapped the phone onto the coffee table, her voice trembling slightly from extreme excitement and anger.

The three sat down again.

Tang Song swallowed hard, enduring the suffocating pressure of the battlefield of desire, gathering the scattered playing cards, reshuffling, dealing.

This time, Su Yu was still the landlord.

She played with extreme ferocity and aggression.

Every moment she played a card, her eyes seemed like they wanted to tear a piece of flesh from Secretary Jin's body.

Under absolute hand advantage, Su Yu won.

She slammed her last two cards heavily onto the table, staring fixedly at Jin Meixiao across from her. "Your turn. Undress or write?"

Her gaze fell on Secretary Jin's bodycon skirt.

Who could understand the thrill of slowly peeling off Jin Meixiao's clothes like this?

For her, it was practically more addictive than being in bed with Tang Song.

Tang Song's gaze also uncontrollably looked over.

If she took off any more, she'd really be in the same state as Su Yu now.

Secretary Jin,