Chapter 267 Guessing the Password

Chapter 267 Guessing the Password

"Damn it, I knew he wasn't that kind-hearted." Floyd muttered under his breath, but with the gun already loaded, he had to pull the trigger.

His mood was ruined a bit. He focused his attention back to Sienna's breasts, rubbing until he felt fully erected again. Then, he pressed his hardness against her entrance, ready to penetrate.

But just as the tip of his penis entered the vagina, the female voice that had been singing steadily suddenly changed and started singing a song that was quite disappointing.

He tried to ignore it, but his penis slowly softened against his will. Instead of roaring for a fierce invasion, it became limp and almost slipped out.

Sienna naturally felt it. She wanted to laugh, but felt it would hurt his self-esteem, so she fought it back.

Floyd tried two more times without success. He angrily pulled up his pants, kicked open the bathroom door, and walked out.

Outside, Sam was diligently reviewing documents. He raised his head upon hearing the noise and calmly asked, "So quick?"

Floyd raised his voice suddenly, "You're the one who's quick!"

"Is something wrong?"

"Why did you play opera on that collar? You know I hate that stuff the most. Are you trying to annoy me?"

"I was just trying to spice it up"

"What the—you call that spice? Stop it now!"

"I can't." Sam said coolly, "The collar has a fixed program. Once it's activated, it has to play continuously for about... thirty minutes."

"SAM!" Floyd's eyes were about to shoot fire.

"Yelling won't help."

Floyd clenched his fists, knowing that Sam was doing it on purpose but unable to do anything about it. 

Sam was quite difficult to deal with, with a complex mind and a petty nature. Floyd should have known he would have such a trick up his sleeve.

Was he really going to let that collar sing for half an hour?

"Take off the collar." Floyd gritted his teeth.

Sam smiled faintly at him, "Do you think that's possible?"

"Then tell me, is it fingerprint unlocked?"

Sam, behind the desk, realized something and adjusted his defensive posture without a word.

"I'll take that as a yes." Floyd smirked evilly. He rushed back to the bathroom and took Sienna out, then before Sam could draw some distance, he grabbed Sam's arm.

Sam, being used to office work, naturally couldn't break free from the strong Floyd. "Let go," he demanded, his face grim.

"Next time, remember to use a code lock." Floyd smirked, pressing Sam's hand closer to the collar. "Fingerprints are much easier to get."

Sam could only resist by clenching his fist, but Floyd forcefully pried his fingers open one by one.

"I advise you not to struggle too hard. I'm not gentle, what if I hurt you?" Floyd spoke with apparent concern, but his expression was gleeful and malicious.

In terms of strength, Sam was no match for Floyd. Every finger was pressed and tested, and soon the collar made a successful matching sound, indicating the correct fingerprint input.

"Thanks." Floyd couldn't hide his smug expression.

No matter how cunning Sam was, he still lost to physical strength.

A clearly visible red mark immediately appeared on Sam's wrist, very eye-catching on his skin. He expressionlessly adjusted his sleeve to cover the mark.

However, after a while, the collar remained on Sienna's neck.

Sienna was also puzzled. She tugged at it a few times and said, "Why hasn't it loosened at all?"

Finally realizing the situation, Floyd glared at Sam, "You lied to me? It's not fingerprint unlocked?"

Sam replied calmly, "I never said there's no other lock."

"You son of—"

"Fifteen minutes left." Sam interrupted, glancing at his watch, "Instead of wasting time with me, think about how to get yourself hard."

The female voice suddenly stopped, only to be replaced by a tenor voice.

Sienna thought Sam's move was too ruthless.

"Fine." Floyd nodded, gritting his teeth, "Just you wait, I'll definitely take this collar off today!" He took out his phone and started dialing.

"This collar is made of high-density material, very tough. Violently breaking it will definitely hurt her."

Floyd snorted, took a few steps away, made a brief call, and then said, "Sienna, come here." He sat on the leather sofa, pulled Sienna over, and naturally played with her small breasts.

Sam asked, "No more sex?"

"No more sex." Floyd responded calmly, "Don't try to make Sienna your possession, I won't allow it."

Sam remained noncommittal.

Seeing his displeased expression, Sienna, still in a pet role, had to sit on his side if she wanted to sit, so she stood up to move.

"No." Floyd domineeringly pulled her back into his arms, "Now you're mine."

Sienna rolled her eyes silently. Clearly, she became a plaything of both men.

The sofa next to her sank, and Sam actually sat next to her with a laptop. So Sienna was sandwiched between two men, unable to move.

Floyd provocatively massaged Sienna's right breast, while Sam discreetly cupped her left one.

Floyd insidiously asked, "Sienna, do you like me or him?"

Sienna shivered, "I-I like both."

"You can only choose one."

She cursed inwardly, 'Damn it, you two are right here, no matter who I choose, it's trouble!'

"I really like both," she said.

Floyd said softly, "Both?"

Sienna cried out in pain as Floyd secretly pinched her nipple.

In pain, Sienna had to compromise, "I like you a little more!"

The other breast also felt pain, as Sam was also pinching her nipple!

"No, I like Mr. Johnson a bit more! Floyd, be gentle! I like you!..."

Floyd and Sam didn't say another word, but both chose to compete in their manual skills. Floyd was rough and forceful, while Sam was gentle and delicate, familiar with every sensitive spot on her body. Sienna's breasts were kneaded and twisted, causing her excitement and pain, almost wishing she could die on the spot.

Only when her nipples were red and swollen did Floyd and Sam finally let her go.

What did she do wrong to deserve such treatment?

This scene repeated itself three or four times, and Sienna, using a stomach ache as an excuse, hid in the bathroom, refusing to come out no matter what.

The two breasts in the mirror trembled pitifully in the air. The left nipple was bitten and hurt, making her shiver even from the slightest contact with her clothes, walking with a hunched back.

She regretted deeply, feeling guilty towards everyone, but could only let them have their way.

'Forget it, consider it as an apology for my recent disappearance, I must have made them worry for a long time,' she sighed helplessly.

She sat on the toilet for a while, resting, and heard the loud noise of helicopter propellers getting closer from outside the window. 

Sienna curiously pushed open the window and saw a military helicopter painted in camouflage colors landing on the rooftop of the Sexual Madness Group Building.

She knew there was a helipad on the rooftop, but it hadn't been used much since she moved there. Today wasn't a special day, so who could it be?

Before she could ponder for long, the bathroom door was pulled open, and Floyd stood at the doorway, "Come here, I'll unlock the collar for you."

He stepped aside, revealing another figure who had been blocked from view. A slender man stood between two guards in military uniforms, smiling shyly.

It was Matthew!

Sienna was quite surprised, as she and Matthew hadn't been in contact since they parted ways. She thought Matthew had probably forgotten about her.

"Long time no see," Matthew greeted her with a smile.

He was immaculate, despite the warming weather outside, he was still wearing a winter sweater, looking a bit unwell, with a hint of paleness on his face.

Of course, none of this diminished his elegance.

"You guys go outside," he instructed the guards, and the two towering men saluted and left without a word.

"This is the collar. It shouldn't be too difficult for you, right?" Floyd pointed to Sienna's neck.

Sienna suddenly remembered that when Floyd was trapped at home before, it was Matthew who had helped him out, so it made sense for him to seek Matthew's help again this time.

Matthew bent down to examine, "Who set the password?"

Floyd nodded towards Sam's direction, making it quite clear. 

Sam, sitting on the sofa, spoke calmly, "Floyd, I underestimated you."

"Sharing is caring, since you won't let me have Sienna all to myself, I have to share her."

Sam snorted.

"The program isn't actually difficult, I've seen much more sophisticated electronic locks than this, but I'm not very good at engineering..." After pondering for a moment, Matthew smiled, "How about I just take a guess?"

Floyd thought everything would be fine with Matthew's help, but Matthew gave such a playful answer.

"A guess?" Sienna asked in confusion, "Can you really guess a password?"

Matthew didn't rush to answer. He randomly entered a string of numbers, as expected, the unlocking failed, and the electronic screen on the collar displayed "You have two more chances."

"Sam!" Floyd called out, "What happens if we get it wrong three times?"

"Why don't you try and find out?"

Of course, Floyd didn't dare to try. This was his Sienna, and although Sam wouldn't set any dangerous consequences, if it were to happen, the blame for causing Sienna suffering would definitely fall on him, playing right into Sam's hands.

After looking around, Matthew smiled, "Mr. Johnson, may I ask whether it's your usual password?"

Sam remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "No."

"Did you come up with this password while in this room?"

This time, the silence lasted even longer. Sam seemed to understand his intention and finally said, "Yes."

Matthew smiled even more, "That makes it easier."

He walked to Sam's desk, casually picked up a pen to fiddle with, but his gaze swept over the embedded bookshelf behind.

The books on the shelf were not just for show. The clean cut edges and slightly creased spines indicated that they were frequently read.

"You have quite a wide range of interests," Matthew remarked, whether in admiration or surprise, "It's a waste for you to just be a company executive."

Floyd couldn't contain his impatience, "Are you going to do it or not?"

"It's not that simple," Matthew shook his head, "It's not just guessing, it involves deduction and reasoning. I'm just trying it out."

"So still guessing." Floyd snorted, clearly annoyed.

Matthew focused on the books on the shelf.

"Mr. Johnson, a person like you wouldn't choose a meaningless string of numbers as a password." He took down a book and showed a bookmark inside, "Even for something like this, it has to match the book. So the password for the collar wouldn't be something random, it must have meaning."

"What do you think the meaning could be?" Sam asked.

Matthew glanced at Sienna and smiled, "Worn around her neck, the meaning is quite obvious."

His gaze lightly swept over the spines of the books, "Fortunately, there aren't many relevant books, which reduces my workload."

With that, he took out a copy of Vladimir Nabokov's "Lolita," which was almost new compared to the slightly old books, showing only a few signs of being read.

"You don't often read this book, but you keep it in a prominent place. Is it because it reminds you of someone?" Matthew raised an eyebrow.

After a moment of thought, Matthew said, "I've read this book too, many years ago. I remember the most famous passage, 'Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.'"

Matthew hadn't flipped through the book, yet he could recite the passage he had read years ago word for word. 

If someone else had done this, Sienna would suspect they were showing off their knowledge on purpose. But not with Matthew, she knew this was just his normal performance.

"Is that the password?" Floyd asked.

Matthew shook his head with a smile, "Mr. Johnson wouldn't like that passage, he's not Humbert. I guess it's another section."

He lightly tapped the cover and smoothly recited a passage without opening the book, "But I love her. She could fade and wither, how; but I just look at her, all the tenderness, the heart."

"455," Matthew said softly, "That should be the page number of this passage, which is likely the password for the collar."

Floyd entered the numbers with some skepticism, and the collar made a pleasant beep, quietly splitting into two.

Matthew had guessed it right.