The Dominant CEO and the Submissive Me

Chapter 3: The Sense of Pain in Reality

Good gracious! How on earth could she have dreamt of being abducted by a man, who then proceeded to grill her mercilessly about a child and ultimately resorted to “such an indelicate” means to verify whether she had ever given birth? The sensations had been so strikingly vivid that even now, she could still vividly recall the sweltering warmth of the man's lips and the feverish heat of his body. His visage was as frigid as ice, yet his skin radiated a searing intensity that seemed capable of reducing her to a molten puddle on the spot. The man's physique was impeccably sculpted, not a single ounce of superfluous fat in sight, every sinew and muscle meticulously defined... It was only when he was frenziedly thrusting himself upon her that the pain had become truly excruciating, so brutally genuine that she had been overcome with an overpowering urge to let out a piercing shriek... “Shi Xiaonian, you must have gone mad with longing for men.” Repulsed by her own fixation on the man from her dream, Shi Xiaonian delivered a stinging slap to her own cheek, jolting herself back to wakefulness.

Once fully lucid, Shi Xiaonian was on the verge of getting out of bed when her eyes chanced upon the newspaper lying casually on the bedside table. She picked it up and was immediately greeted by a glaring front-page headline — 【The Return of Gong Ou, President of N.E. Multinational Group, Whose Flagship Company Commands the World's Premier Market Value】 Gong Ou. Accompanying the news was a photograph of a dashing man emerging from the airport, trailed by an entourage of imposing bodyguards. The man was youthful yet emanated an overwhelmingly potent aura. Despite the throng swarming around him, he was indisputably the focal point, commanding immediate and rapt attention. Clad in a sleek, charcoal grey trench coat, his figure was long and lithe. Beneath his neatly cropped short hair, his face was so arrestingly handsome that it could literally make one hold their breath in sheer admiration. His eyes, like fathomless abysses capable of ensnaring souls, merely by casting a casual glance in a particular direction, could make one's face flush crimson and heart pound furiously even through the photograph. The man in the picture was none other than the very protagonist of her dream. No wonder she had sensed a nagging familiarity during her slumber. Well, it seemed she had dozed off while perusing this news last night, which was why she had been plunged into such a dreamscape. Come to think of it, how could she ever hope to be associated with a figure of such colossal stature as Gong Ou?

Who precisely was Gong Ou? An Asian of distinguished British hereditary aristocratic lineage, with a quarter European blood coursing through his veins. At the tender age of 20, he had boldly ventured out on his own to establish a company, conducting business with unwavering resolve and a ruthlessly astute acumen, possessing an eagle-eyed perceptiveness, constantly expanding his dominion and making audacious acquisitions, ultimately forging a sprawling multinational behemoth. His conglomerate developed a cornucopia of the most cutting-edge software and systems, achieving a near-absolute monopoly status on a global scale, leaving competitors in the dust. Moreover, he had dipped his toes into every conceivable nook and cranny of the financial sector; wherever there was the glimmer of profit to be reaped, he had a vested interest. By this year, his flagship company had soared to become the world's top publicly traded company in terms of market value, and he had been lauded far and wide as the wealthiest man on the planet. And he was a mere 28 years old this year. Such a man... Presumably, aside from in the realm of her dreams, would never share even the faintest of connections with her. “Slap—” With a dismissive flick of her wrist, Shi Xiaonian tossed the newspaper into the waste bin, wrenching her gaze away from Gong Ou's impossibly handsome yet seemingly unattainable face, and rose to brush her teeth.

The moment her feet touched the floor, Shi Xiaonian nearly lost her footing and came crashing down. A searing bolt of pain shot through her thighs like a jagged bolt of lightning, causing her to clench her teeth in agony, “Urgh—” She hastily clutched at the nearby wall for support, one hand instinctively pressing against her abdomen. What in the world was going on? Could it be that after enduring such a violation in her dream, she was still left with lingering remnants of pain in reality? Would something like that... truly be that agonizing? Oh no, she must be so starved for male companionship that she was teetering on the brink of madness. Shi Xiaonian gritted her teeth against the physical discomfort and made her way, albeit unsteadily, into the bathroom to brush her teeth, wash her face, change her clothes, and then, armed with her drawing board, paper, and bag, she headed out.

She was a third-rate girl cartoonist, and her work typically afforded her a reasonable degree of freedom. She could ply her trade either within the comfort of her home or at the company premises. Ordinarily, she had a penchant for holing up at home and doodling away to her heart's content, but today she was compelled to venture out. Because she was terrified that if she remained cooped up any longer, she might find herself ensnared in a few more lascivious and disconcerting dreams...

Upon entering the company, Shi Xiaonian was immediately assailed by a cacophony of women's shrieks — “Oh my God, Gong Ou is so impossibly handsome and devilishly sexy. I just want to burst through the screen and fling myself at him!” “I heard he erected a magnificent castle to dwell in right here in our City S. A castle, for goodness' sake...” “Hey, you love-struck ladies, snap out of it. It's Gong Ou, Gong Ou! Do you have any idea how many times the money he's made could encircle the earth?” Gong Ou. There was that name again.