Chapter 2

The keychain on the coffee table that didn't belong to me, along with the pair of men's underwear carelessly wedged between the sofa cushions, stabbed painfully at my eyes.

"Haven't you always wanted to touch me? It's been five years. I refuse to believe you've never wanted it."

Startled, I turned to meet her gaze, watching as the corners of her eyes slowly flushed red with desire.

Was she really willing to let me touch her now?

But the moment I remembered the filthy things she'd said with her friends, my expression instantly hardened.

"I'm tired. I want to rest."

The instant Rachel heard my rejection, most of the desire in her eyes vanished, replaced by impatience.

"You used to beg me to let you touch me. What's wrong with you now? You're my husband. Be good."

As she spoke, she forcefully pinned me against the wall and stripped every piece of clothing from my body, leaving me completely naked in the cold air.

I sucked in a sharp breath, but before I could react, she shoved me into the master bedroom and locked the door from the outside.

Her icy voice drifted through the door.

"I still have work to do. Stay here by yourself tonight."

I searched through the entire bedroom and couldn't find a single piece of clothing. Even the bedsheets and curtains had been removed.

At first, I thought being naked in the bedroom didn't matter. Until beams of reflected light suddenly flashed from the villa across the street. Several women were fighting over a telescope.

"So he's Michael, the guy whose virginity's going up for auction. Thank goodness Rachel let us inspect the goods in advance. Makes it easier to bid high later. This is incredible!"

"Move, let me see! Damn, he actually looks pretty good. Wonder if we'll even be able to outbid those rich tycoons at the auction. The people attending are all wealthy business owners and rich older women."

"Who cares whether we win? At least we get a free show first! Hahaha!"

…

I froze stiff where I stood.

Those vulgar, predatory gazes felt like countless needles stabbing into my body, leaving me in unbearable shame with nowhere to hide.

Amid the faint stream of obscene comments drifting into my ears, I curled into the corner, clutching myself tightly as I trembled.

Downstairs, Rachel wasn't idle either. From the sounds alone, it was obvious she was tangled up with Rupert.

"Michael actually thought I wanted him to touch me. You should've seen the look in his eyes, like he wanted to devour me whole. Absolutely shameless."

Her voice was accompanied by the constant sound of disinfectant spray.

"Don't worry, Rupert. You're the only one allowed to touch me. I would never let myself get dirty."

Soon, the sounds coming from downstairs became even more unbearable.

I held myself numbly, my heart completely dead inside. No matter how many eyes fell upon me now, I could only endure it in silence…

It wasn't until midnight that Rachel finally unlocked the door.

As if nothing had happened, she spoke casually, "I got too absorbed in work and forgot about you. Hurry and put something on before you catch a cold."

She impatiently tossed me a bathrobe, as though looking at me for even one more second would contaminate her eyes.

I hurriedly wrapped the robe around myself, but the cold buried deep in my body refused to fade.

Rachel glanced down at her phone and muttered to herself, "That's strange. Grandma's condition hasn't improved, so why did she suddenly leave the hospital?"

I lied halfheartedly, "Maybe she felt cooped up. Getting some fresh air is probably good for her."

A second later, her phone chimed again, and my eyes instantly caught the glaring message on the screen: [Rachel! The nude photos and videos are working wonders! One rich old lady already offered 300 thousand dollars in advance, though she's almost seventy. Looks like Michael's first night is going to be real wild. Hahaha!]

Only then did I realize there was a miniature camera hidden in the bedroom—one capable of livestreaming everything in real time.

Which meant the naked state I'd just been exposed in hadn't only been witnessed by the group of female voyeurs across the street.

Even the wealthy older women online, those qualified to participate in the auction, had seen every inch of me clearly…