The Chroma Hotel

Ethan Fox lay curled up on a luxurious, plush bed, clutching his head and covering his face, his body trembling intermittently.

What had just happened was too shameful to put into words—it all felt like a feverish nightmare.

He had been taken advantage of by a woman!

In the span of just three hours, she had done so six times!

And there, on the sheets, bloomed a vivid crimson flower as proof.

Unsure whether more suffering awaited him, Ethan cautiously peeked through his fingers, casting a wary glance at the woman by the window.

She stood silhouetted against the night, gazing out the floor-to-ceiling windows. Tall and statuesque at 172 cm, her hair was tied in a sleek bun, her sheer white nightgown clinging to her curves like a second skin. She looked almost angelic—if not for the icy sharpness of her features, the murderous glint in her eyes.

Who is this ethereal beauty?

Why did she bring me to this luxury suite?

And why did she ravage me like that—over and over again?

Ethan's mind raced, replaying the fragments of the night.

He was just an ordinary student at Cloudshore Medical University, about to enter his senior year after summer break. To make ends meet, he'd taken a part-time job at a pharmacy. Tonight, at around nine, he'd been walking back to his rented apartment after his shift when a Range Rover suddenly cut him off. The woman stepped out, and before he knew it, his vision blurred—then, against all reason, he followed her into the car.

Next thing he knew, they were in this extravagant hotel room, and she had launched into a relentless frenzy. Meanwhile, he—half-conscious, barely coherent—had lain beneath her, complying with every demand.

Thankfully, his stamina had held up. He hadn't disappointed her. Not once.

However... he was now feeling an indescribable discomfort. Bear in mind, he was still an innocent young man. Though already twenty years old, he had never experienced that before. As an orphan who had worked his way into university, he had solemnly vowed to himself that he would save his first time for the woman he loved most.

But now, all of that had been ruined.

For a moment, Ethan wanted to cry—but then he thought of how breathtakingly beautiful this woman was, and that it had been her first time too. He couldn't bring himself to shed tears because, well, it wasn't exactly a loss for him.

Then, he almost wanted to laugh—but laughter wouldn't come either, because that discomfort was something no ordinary person could endure!

While discreetly observing the woman, Ethan's naïve thoughts raced: Is she still unsatisfied? What's she going to do next? She looks so elegant, like some wealthy socialite. When she leaves, will she give me money? A car? Or maybe even an apartment?

"You're awake?" The ice-cold beauty turned her head, her gaze piercing into Ethan.

Too intimidated to meet her frosty eyes, Ethan lowered his head like a timid child and mumbled, "Mhm."

"Take this." The woman abruptly tossed a small bottle onto the bed beside him.

Ethan froze, staring at the little white container before shaking his head with a sigh. "Looks like I was right. You want another round... But let me tell you, given my physical condition, I'm far from needing any pills."

True, he was the victim here—but he had to make it clear to this woman that no matter what had happened, he was still a real man, one who absolutely didn't need any "help."

"No." The woman's lips curled into a chilling smirk as she enunciated each word: "I want you dead."

"Wha—?!" Ethan jolted in shock, a cold sweat breaking out over his body, his stomach twisting into a sharp pang of dread.

The woman's gaze grew even icier, and an eerie mist seemed to swirl around her. He realized—she wasn't joking. She really intended to kill him!

"Why do you want me dead? Why didn't you just kill me while I was asleep earlier?"

"Because that's just how I operate. Before someone dies, I make sure they understand exactly why." She turned her head back toward the window, her voice frigid. "While fighting a mortal enemy, I was struck by their poisoned dart."

With that, she pulled aside the shoulder strap of her nightgown, revealing a fair, delicate shoulder.

Ethan saw it clearly—there was a large band-aid stuck to her skin.

"The poisoned dart not only carried venom but was also coated with an aphrodisiac," the ice-cold beauty continued. "It made my whole body burn with fever. If I didn't find a man, I would have died without a doubt. So I needed a man. I encountered eight, and in the end, I chose you."

"Why me?" Ethan wore a bitter expression.

"Because you're handsome. I didn't want my first time to be too shabby," the beauty replied bluntly.

"Handsome? So... being handsome is a crime now?" Ethan covered his face, looking pained, as if his entire worldview had just been shattered.

"Considering what just happened, I'll let you die painlessly," the beauty said, turning her head to glare at him. "You—end it yourself."

Peeking through his fingers, Ethan glanced at the white pill beside him. It might as well have been a cursed potion. He shrank back in fear. "Look, I saved your life. Shouldn't you be repaying me? Why are you trying to kill me instead?"

The beauty's voice turned even colder. "Because I'm... an assassin."

"An assassin?!" Ethan trembled, his eyes widening as he studied her. After a moment, he let out a bitter laugh and shook his head repeatedly. "Never thought I'd cross paths with a female assassin in this lifetime. Fine. You don't have to give me money, a car, or even a house—but must you really take my life? I swear I won't say a word."

The beauty's gaze sharpened, radiating lethal intent mixed with impatience. "If I have to do it myself, your death won't be pleasant."

Step by step, she advanced toward him.

Ethan scrambled backward, pressing himself against the headboard.

He knew it—tonight, his fate was sealed.

His mind raced—university unfinished, a childhood spent in an orphanage, never having repaid the director who raised him. He shook his head, a glimmer of tears shining in his eyes.

Death is truly difficult!

Living is truly something to cherish!

Ethan rubbed his eyes and turned his melancholic gaze toward the ice-cold beauty. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Beautiful lady, I grew up in an orphanage. I wanted to become a miracle doctor. I haven't repaid the kindness of the orphanage's beautiful director yet, nor have I given back to society. And just before tonight... I was still a virgin..."

"Does playing the sympathy card work?" The icy beauty stepped closer to the bed, lightly tracing the emerald ring on her right index finger as she stared unblinkingly at Ethan. "I'll ask you one last time—do you want to do it yourself, or shall I?"

Ethan glanced at the emerald ring, its silver glint betraying its deadly nature. The air around him turned frigid, sending a shiver down his spine. He instinctively scooted away, his head drooping in defeat. "I just... I want to make one last call to a classmate of mine. She's the campus belle. Since I'm about to die, I want her to know... I love her."

"No." The icy beauty's refusal was absolute, her voice dripping with frost. "You must die now."

Every word was deliberate, measured, each syllable laced with lethal intent.

"Fine!" Ethan suddenly flared up, his melancholic eyes igniting with fury as he jerked his head up. "I'll die! But you have to grant me one last request!"

The icy beauty smirked darkly before spitting out another cold refusal: "No."

Ethan abruptly raised his phone. "I recorded everything just now! If you don't agree, I'll upload it with one tap!"

The icy beauty stiffened, her sharp eyes locking onto the phone in his hand.

After a tense pause, she gritted her teeth and nodded. "Fine. Speak."

Ethan clenched his jaw, defiance flashing in his eyes as he lifted the phone like a detonator. "My request is... before I die, I want to do it with you one more time. And this time—I'll be on top!"