The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Mental illnesses such as depression and anxiety can involve excessive emotional repression to some extent.

Therefore, under immense pressure, many people choose ways to vent in order to find temporary peace.

For example, sex is the simplest and most convenient option.

But after that brief physical pleasure, what often follows is a deeper sense of emptiness and falling.

Many patients with depression and anxiety are unable to balance their emotions and ultimately seek stimulation, pleasure, or even a moment of emptiness in sex.

Therefore, through repeated cycles and constant repetition, many people who are already mentally fragile will indulge and become addicted without restraint, eventually developing sexual addiction, either psychologically or physiologically.

W held Tang Tang and placed her on the edge of the bathtub.

He simply knelt down in front of Tang Tang, his hands resting on the cold marble beneath his knees, but W clearly didn't care.

Tang Tang usually takes a shower and changes clothes as soon as she gets home, but this time she didn't have time because she was helping W remove her bandages.

She's been really into wearing shorter dresses lately. Even though it's getting cold, Tang Tang travels by car or plane, and Tang Xiao or other people are always there to give her coats, so she's never cold.

Therefore, Tang Tang is wearing a black Peter Pan collar long-sleeved fitted black dress with only small white polka dots as decoration. The skirt hem reaches mid-thigh, giving it a playful yet slightly sexy look.

Tang Tang's body proportions are already unique, with legs that are much longer than the average person's. Now, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, her skirt is slightly up, revealing her thighs, which are a bit chilly.

W knelt quietly in front of Tang Tang. He was quite unreserved, raising one hand and gently placing it on Tang Tang's leg.

Tang Tang narrowed her eyes and looked at W.

Don't be fooled by W's beautiful and moist face; he is a genuine S-class mercenary, tall and muscular. Even though he is kneeling in front of Tang Tang, his upper body is actually at eye level with hers.

Tang Tang did not brush W's hand away, letting his hand slowly, as if waiting for her permission to explore further inside.

Unlike Tang Tang, whose body temperature was mostly cool, W's body temperature was burning hot.

His hands were a stark contrast to his face; they were broad and rough, with obvious scars and calluses from gunshot wounds.

The slow, gentle brushing against Tang Tang's legs created a tantalizing, ambiguous, and desirable sensation.

The water in the bathtub barely reached the bottom, and the clear water made a gurgling sound. W's voice was slow and gentle, "Is it okay?"

He looked at Tang Tang, his eyes moist, his ears slightly red, and his hands trembling slightly, but he still gently teased the hem of Tang Tang's skirt.

W is very fair-skinned, and he is not entirely shy at this moment. After all, he is a mercenary who has been through many life-and-death situations and has seen countless acts of violence and pornography.

To be honest, Tang Tang didn't think these mercenaries, whether it was King or anyone else, were innocent little rabbits.

Tang Tang didn't say whether it was okay or not; she simply raised her leg with interest and then placed her foot on W's leg.

He was kneeling at the moment, his leg muscles tense and felt a bit stiff.

Tang Tang was wearing a pair of very pretty black leather shoes. She wasn't bare-legged; instead, she was wearing a pair of black over-the-knee stockings. The color was a very simple black, purely to match her little skirt.

The places she frequented, even outdoors, were spotless, so Tang Tang's shoes were so clean they looked as if they had never touched the ground.

She tilted her head, placed her shoe directly on W's leg, and then laughed, "Help me."

W's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he lowered his head and held Tang Tang's feet in his hands.

Those little leather shoes were very stylish; they were lace-up, and the laces were tied in a very standard bow.

Those hands that had once snapped a person's spine were now carefully untying Tang Tang's shoelaces and gently pulling off her shoes.

Tang Tang was unwilling to exert any force, so W gently held Tang Tang's calf with one hand and supported Tang Tang's shoe with the other.

W was breathing rapidly at that moment.

He did not deceive Tang Tang.

He really does have a sex addiction.

Previously, W mostly relieved his lust by constantly taking on missions and killing people. Extreme violence usually causes an adrenaline rush, and W doesn't deny that his mental state was indeed off before.

But compared to being entangled at close range with others... W would rather kill a few more people.

He had been in charge of the base's interrogation room for a long time. In fact, once you reach the S-rank mercenary level, whether you're a W or any other mercenary, you have a high degree of freedom within your own base.

If W doesn't want to do anything, then no one will force him.

The interrogation rooms in the base are staffed by dedicated personnel who regularly rotate to provide psychological treatment, as they are at high risk of experiencing excessive mental stress during repeated violent interrogations.

But W served as an interrogator in the interrogation room at the base for four or five years.

Before this, the other interrogators had to be rotated and given psychological treatment almost every two weeks... but W was never rotated.

Many in the base were terrified of W because his interrogations were the most frightening and terrifying. Even the interrogations conducted by other interrogators were accompanied by constant screams and pleas for mercy.

However, during W's interrogation... all that could be heard were shrill screams that sounded almost inhuman. It was said that someone had actually screamed so hard that his throat had split open, and he eventually choked to death on his own blood.

In short, W mostly vented his desires through violent interrogations and high-intensity tasks.

But sometimes, after an interrogation, he would emerge covered in blood, wash himself clean with a blank expression, and then return to his dormitory, still reeking of blood.

At that time, occasionally, W would use his hands to mechanically and somewhat tastelessly relieve himself.

But at this moment, compared to the wails in the interrogation room, or the hand in the dead of night...

What W longs for even more is Tang Tang.

He felt the slender, soft calves beneath his palms... the knitted stockings above had a warm touch, and the skin below was soft and fragrant, a feeling W had never imagined.

W, lost in ecstasy, gently tightened his grip, like a lovesick fool, and slowly lowered his head, pressing his face against Tang Tang's calf, then taking a deep sniff.

Tang Tang's gaze fell on a certain spot.

Its undulating yet aggressive form seems to herald a burgeoning future.

She looked up at W. "What are you doing?"

W's voice rang out, softly, "You smell so good."

He gently rubbed his face against Tang Tang's calf with tenderness and submissiveness, his nose twitching imperceptibly, as if he were constantly inhaling her scent.

Impatient and incredibly greedy.

So soft.