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Chapter 21 Suckling Under Threat
On Saturday, with no way out, Lu Yao had to go again to Liu Zhijun's grandmother's house. In the past few days she had thought a thousand times about how to get rid of that bastard, but no matter how she turned it over, no good solution came to mind. Especially with those photos and videos in his hands if she angered him, would he spread them?
If those images truly got out, even if he was later arrested, it would do nothing for her. When that time came, a woman like Lu Yao who valued her reputation above all else would feel life worse than death.
And with his lawless temperament, he was capable of anything. She was truly terrified of him now, too afraid to provoke him. So although she knew she would likely be violated again, she still came obediently to his door.
This time, at his repeated urging, she came much earlier than before driving over shortly after 2 p.m.
After reluctantly adding him back on WeChat when she agreed, he had stopped mailing photos to the school, but would still send her the images he'd taken that day and constantly drop filthy hints. Every time he messaged, she deleted immediately, yet his harassment made her skin crawl and her mind roil. She wanted to block him again, but feared he would mail pictures to the school once more, so she could only pretend not to see, keeping her phone with her at all times lest anyone glimpse what he sent.
"Bastard, can you stop messaging me all the time?" After arriving and greeting the grandmother briefly, Lu Yao seized a moment alone with him and snapped.
"Sure so long as you behave when we fuck later and do as you're told, I won't bother you on WeChat," he said with a leering smile, cigarette in hand. As he spoke he reached toward her chest, but she slapped his hand away. "Psycho!"
"Tsk what are you pretending for? You came to fuck, didn't you?" He curled his lip. "What are you waiting for? I told you beforehand come early, I'll do you once, then you can leave early. Or do you want to stay the night?"
"You…" She had braced herself for the humiliation, but face-to-face it still burned hot her shame made her want to flee.
"Little slut, still so shy. Forget already how you begged me last time?" He crushed out his cigarette, stood, and came toward her with a lewd grin, reaching again for her breasts. "Hurry up we need to finish before Grandma gets back."
"W… wait a second…" She twisted away from his hands, face reddening. After a moment of trembling silence, she forced herself to speak. "That… we need to agree first… you can't be as rough as last time. And…"
"And… what you gave me to drink last time… can I have some again…" Her words surprised him then he chuckled. "What, you like being fucked after drinking an aphrodisiac?"
"Get lost… If you won't let me drink it, then we're not doing anything." She didn't want it because she liked it she wanted to dull her mind, to blunt the shame.
"Fine, fine. If you like it, I'll satisfy you." He took a last lingering look and turned to go. "Wait here. I'll get it."
"Here. Drink. I've mixed the drug into the water. Hard to come by just for you." He returned with a cup, set it before her, and watched as she drained it. A cold gleam flashed in his eyes; he snatched the empty cup away, set it on the table, and immediately pressed himself against her.
"Mmph wait… wait a second…" She pushed at his chest, retreating a step. "Wait… until the medicine kicks in…"
"Wait? I can't. It'll take effect soon. Let me feel those big tits first." He drove her into a corner, clamping her wrists to the wall with one hand, and grabbed her breast through her clothes with the other, kneading hard.
"The drug works better the more aroused you get. If you just sit there, who knows how long it'll take," he murmured, his lips pressing to hers.
"Slut, let me kiss you properly." He shoved his knee between her legs and leaned in, mouth covering her lips and cheeks, his leg lifting to pin her hips so she couldn't writhe away.
"Mmph… no…" She twisted left and right, unable to escape his mouth. Spit smeared her face. When he licked and sucked at the curve of her neck, she flinched and shivered, her voice breaking with shame. "Bastard let go let me go…"
"Little slut… feeling it yet?" He had no intention of releasing her. He kissed her flushed face and throat, kneading her breast hard through the thin silk of her blouse. After a few squeezes, he used one hand to flick open her buttons, one by one. "Still love your big tits let me see if last week's marks are still there."
"Don't…" Before she finished, his fingers had already found the clasp at her back. A slight pinch, and her pink bra came undone. He yanked it down, and her pale, rounded breasts sprang free.
"Tut, tut… can't even see the marks anymore. Want me to leave a few more today?" He gripped one breast eagerly, pinching the stiffening nipple between two fingers. Then he bowed his head and took the other nipple into his mouth.
"Ah… bastard… gentler…" Pain and a jagged shock of sensation shot through her. When his mouth sealed around her, it was as if a jolt of electricity ran from her chest through her body. With each pull of his lips, her body trembled.
"Gentle? Would you even enjoy that? Don't think I don't know you sluts mouth says gentle, heart wants to be fucked breathless," he laughed, then bit down lightly on her nipple not as savagely as last time, but enough to sting.
"Mmph… pervert… ah… gentler…" Even without the last time's ferocity, the pain was sharp. She struggled, but he held her fast.
He didn't care about her struggles, pinning her wrists and sucking hard, sometimes biting the tip or a mouthful of soft flesh, making wet, greedy sounds.
"Mmph… bastard… mm…" The pain began to blur at the edges. Maybe the drug was working her thoughts muddied, her resistance slackened. She sagged, arms pinned, as he suckled at her chest.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Feeling her go limp, he released her wrists and took a breast in each hand, kneading as if it were dough, sometimes tugging on a nipple and letting it snap back into place.
"Little slut… let me feel how wet your pussy is." He latched onto one breast again while his hands slid down. In moments he had unbuttoned her trousers and slipped his hand inside, finding her slick heat immediately.
"Mmph… bastard… don't… don't look at me…" His leering gaze made her whole body flush with shame. The laughter in his eyes made it worse. She knew she was already damp. Being touched there made humiliation burn even hotter in her cheeks.
It's the drug. It has to be the drug. Yes definitely.
Her face burned. She shut her eyes and turned away, unable to meet his gaze. He smirked at her, then buried his face in her chest again. That, at least, dimmed her shame a little.
"Mmph… mm… mm…" With his mouth and hands on her, heat gathered under her skin. Yet, unlike the time before, she didn't black out; her mind remained clear enough to recognize every line he crossed, every place he touched, every violation he pressed upon her one by one.
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