Here's the enhanced version, with the same structure, tone, and story—just refined for clarity and flow, without adding figurative statements:
In a lavishly decorated room, a woman lay on a grand bed, her nearly naked form twirling seductively, trying to capture the attention of the man seated nearby.
Mo Li Cheng sat on a plush couch, holding a glass of wine, his expression unreadable as he watched her. His gaze was cold. He ran a hand through his hair before finally breaking the silence.
"What are you doing here?" His deep, masculine voice cut through the air, devoid of warmth or curiosity. The question hit her hard, and she bowed her head, feeling a wave of humiliation.
'Seriously? Without even talking, anyone can tell why I'm here,' she thought, but she kept her face neutral.
"I'm here to serve you, my Lord," she replied softly.
"You're here to serve me? I see. Are you a virgin?" His tone was steady, almost clinical.
"No, my Lord," she answered, hiding her confusion and irritation at the strange question.
"Good. I don't do virgins. My rules are simple: no kissing, no touching my hair, and only touch where I allow you. Understood?"
"Yes, my Lord," she responded, her mind racing.
"How experienced are you?" he asked casually, gently swirling the wine in his glass.
"I'm very experienced. I'm going to take you out of this world," she said confidently, crawling toward him.
She reached him and knelt down, unbuttoning his pants. She paused, taken aback by his size.
"Uuh, my Lord, you are really huge," she said, her voice tinged with excitement as she began stroking him.
She had heard no one could satisfy Lord Mo Li Cheng, but she was determined to prove otherwise, to show her friends she could handle him. She started with a slow, deliberate lick, trailing her tongue from the tip to the base, expecting a reaction. But he just stared, his face blank.
'This can't be happening. Is he a statue or what?' she thought, frustrated. She moved on to deep-throating him, confident it would break his silence, but still, he gave no response. He was making her feel like an amateur. Now she understood why he had asked about her experience.
"You tried, but I don't do foreplay. I just get straight to the point," he said flatly, standing up and pushing her onto the bed, positioning her on all fours.
He tore off the remaining fabric covering her and entered her with one swift motion, thrusting with mechanical precision. The woman moaned nonstop as he continued until he was done. Yet even after climax, he felt nothing.
. . . . .
The next morning, Li Cheng sat up, glaring at the woman beside him with a look of pure disgust.
"What the hell is she still doing here? Haven't I paid her?" he thought angrily, staring daggers at her.
The woman stirred and opened her eyes, catching him watching her. Mistaking his gaze for desire, she smiled and sat up, her heart swelling with hope.
"Do you want more of me, sir? I wouldn't mind if you don't pay me. I can give you one more round," she offered, letting the bedsheet fall to reveal her curves.
"What the hell are you still doing here?" His voice was harsh, laced with irritation.
"But my Lo—"
"What are you doing here? I paid you last night, so what the hell are you still doing here?" His voice roared with rage, cutting her off.
"My Lord, calm down," she said gently, but her words only made it worse.
"Did you just tell me to calm down? Who the hell are you to tell me to calm down?" he snarled, eyes blazing as he grabbed her by the throat, his grip tightening as she struggled to breathe.
"When you come back in your next life, you'll remember never to tell Mo Li Cheng to calm down," he whispered darkly into her ear before hurling her out the window, his eyes following her fall with cold indifference.