Billionaire Contracted Mistress

"Could you please stop your complaining and act成熟点?" A low growl emerged from the depths of the kink and lingerie store, drawing the attention of passersby, who delicately averted their gazes from the visibly nervous woman standing before her irked partner. "Darling, I wonder why we're here," she ventured timidly, "Perhaps...?" Her husband interrupted, "One reason is because you're quite dull, darling." The air was thick with tension, whispers of amusement and speculation filling the space around them. Clearly, others couldn't help but notice the situation – a frustrated husband steering his spouse into this unconventional store. "Listen," he said, retrieving an article of clothing from the display – a schoolgirl-inspired outfit, featuring a minuscule crop top and a skirt so short it resembled a belt. "Wear this, or you'll walk home without it," he sternly commanded.