[Desperate Imprisonment] Episode 19: A Battle Between Heaven and Man in an Instant

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Chapter 19 of 　　*Desperate Imprisonment* : A Moment of Conflict Between Heaven and Man
[Extended Chapter]
Has anyone ever researched
how long it takes on average for a man to regain his senses after a frenzied, near-limitless sexual release? After all, in that moment, our perception of time
is often chaotic. Sometimes we feel like a long time has passed, but it's only a few seconds; sometimes we feel like it
's just a fleeting moment, but it's said that some people find themselves lying there for what feels like thirty minutes.
I'm certain that by the time I realized that after I ejaculated, after my penis had been gently
caressed and rubbed by Lulu to the point of unprecedented climax, until I
awoke from the lingering pleasure that had seeped into my bones and spread throughout my body, several minutes had probably indeed passed. And Lulu, taking advantage of those few minutes when my senses were
teetering on the edge of pleasure, loss, satisfaction, and disillusionment, escaped; and she even locked the door behind her.
I don't know… when Lulu started having this plan in her mind.
Perhaps it was a spur-of-the-moment decision, when she saw me dazed and almost foaming at the mouth…
or perhaps even earlier, looking back now, when Lulu was frantically rubbing my penis
…
or perhaps even earlier, when I called Lulu "bride"… that term might
have instilled more fantasies and fears in her, not only that she would lose her virginity to me, offering her virginity for my pleasure, but also that it meant
a deeper connection was formed between our fates. She must have hated and loathed this connection, which is why
she was willing to fight to the death… Of course, there's another possibility: the term "bride" reminded
her how sacred and precious virginity is for a girl.
Perhaps it was when she entered Lulu's room… the surrounding terrain gave her this idea.
All the doors in Lulu's house used the same type of lock during the renovation, perhaps for the
convenience of disciplining Xiao Ai; these locks could be easily locked from the outside in.
Of course, it could have been even earlier, perhaps when I forced Lulu to change Xiao Ai's clothes this morning, and
began to show Xiao Ai not only admiration but also a kind of lewd desire and threat.
Anytime is possible.
The only thing I'm certain of is that, at least last night and this morning, Lulu had given up,
no longer fantasizing about resistance or negotiation, but simply waiting helplessly and painfully for me to commit the final act of physical
defilement and the 48-hour orgy with her. She had already given up on protecting her virginity; she would risk angering me
to the point of driving me to my madness, surely because she couldn't bear something, or saw some hope? Or did she come
up with some idea?
Whatever the reason, she certainly dealt me a heavy blow.
Yes, from yesterday until now, in terms of sexual release alone, I've actually tasted
a pleasure that many men never experience in their entire lives. But in the end, I've only been constantly playing with and lewdly defiling Lulu's body; I
haven't even truly possessed her virgin vagina, let alone Xiao Ai. If I just let Lulu
and Xiao Ai escape this building and then call the police; then I'll be arrested, or I could just
jump off this building right now and end my life. So… admit it or not, my revenge
plan is a failure, a laughingstock, the biggest laughingstock of my life.
I rolled over!
And almost tripped…
Damn it!!!
I tripped over the pajama pants Lulu had pulled down to my knees. This detail is truly disheartening. You can
imagine that when Lulu deliberately pulled my pants down to that point, she was already planning
how to restrict my movements and buy herself time. She was even calculating the position of a pair of pants… It even
goes so far as to say that later, when she served my penis so submissively, frantically, even lewdly, I thought
she was indulging in lust, but her mind was actually full of escape plans.
There seems to be voices outside the door? Is it Lulu's? Or Xiao Ai's?
Lulu was only wearing a tattered bra and panties. Was she really going to run away like that? Even if she disregarded
the shame of being half-naked and ran away, there was Xiao Ai. Given her position and mindset, she would fight to the death
to take Xiao Ai with her and escape; she would never leave me and Xiao Ai alone in this room. She probably needed to
change clothes, find shoes… Could she really run away barefoot?
She needed time, and so did I!
I was tempted to just kick those damn pants off—what did it matter if I was naked from the waist down? But considering
the possibility that I might have to chase her out of the building, I haphazardly pulled the pajama bottoms back up.
Forget about my shoes, I went to the door and started turning the handle with a loud "click-clack"... This
damn door, I guess when Lulu's sister renovated it, she made sure all the doors had child-safe locks, probably for
Xiao Ai's sake. They all had those easy-to-lock mechanisms from the outside, and I
really couldn't open it.
I heard it; there was definitely Xiao Ai's voice outside, and Lulu's voice too...
Anger surged within me, and with a muffled groan, I almost leaped into the air,
kicking the door hard.
"Thump..." My whole body nearly flew off, my arches, knees, and even my scalp throbbed with pain
. The doorframe rumbled loudly from my kick, and I could almost hear a girl crying outside
... But I'm not Rambo; I didn't have the strength to break a door or loosen the frame with a single kick
.
Then I heard Lulu's faint shouts coming from outside the door: "You run first!!!"
Run? Damn it!
None of you will escape!!!
I don't know who I was talking to, but I let out an angry, hoarse roar, like a beast's howl:
"Fuck your mother!!!" I bet Lulu and Xiao Ai outside the door were terrified by that.
But yelling didn't solve anything, so I could only turn around and search around...
Dumbbells…? On the carpet, near the windowsill, there seemed to be two blue
dumbbells that girls use to strengthen their arms. They were probably Lulu's, and they looked quite heavy and sturdy. I couldn't think of any other solution for a moment, so I picked up the dumbbells, weighed them in my hand, and 　　slammed them down hard
on the doorknob . 　　"Thump!" Once! 　　"Thump thump!" Two more times! 　　"Thump thump thump!" Three hard thumps! 　　Waves of pain shot through my arm, assaulting my brain. I realized that even my own 　　palms, the joints of my arms, even my finger bones, fingertips, and nails, were 　　almost cracked from the force of the slamming. 　　My anger, my pain, my frustration, my hatred—I couldn't tell if it was directed at Lulu 　　or at myself. It was all vented on that doorknob area. 　　It worked! It actually worked! 　　The wooden door panel was dented, wood chips and shavings flew off, and the area around the door handle 　　was indeed "pried open"... Several screws used to secure the lock began to deform. 　　"Thump!" 　　"Thump thump!" Two more! 　　"Thump thump thump!" Three hard thumps! 　　"Clang!" With a loud crash of aluminum alloy, I had indeed 　　smashed the door handle in half. Fortunately, although the lock was sturdy and difficult to open, the wood and 　　frame around the lock structure had cracked away from the door panel. In other words, while I couldn't break the lock, I could 　　leave the lock and frame together, separating the door from the lock structure. 　　"Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump..." I continued to hold the dumbbell, 　　relentlessly pounding on the cracks in the wooden structure near the already cracked door lock. The wooden planks loosened and cracked with each blow 　　... 　　"Thump..." I finally smashed the cracked area twice more, and the door burst open! 　　Although the lock was still in place, the lock frame and the wooden door had separated. 　　I rushed out! 　　A quick scan... 　　Xiao Ai's door was open! 　　No one in the hallway... no 　　one in the living room... 　　no one in the dining room... 　　the floor was a mess, and the sofa in the living room was also a mess... Maybe Lulu had tried to 　　rummage through clothes here? 　　And the security door... was open!? 　　They ran away?! 　　They both ran out?! 　　I was truly desperate, discouraged, and even felt a pathetic urge to cry. I reckon my 　　eyes were bloodshot at that moment, and I was screaming like a madman, baring my teeth, 　　looking quite terrifying. 　　Chase them! 　　Although I had no idea where to go, and I didn't know how long Lulu and the other girl had been running… 　　my instincts kicked in, and I decided to give chase. They weren't exactly athletic athletes, 　　and Lulu had been tortured and abused by me for over ten hours; how far could they have run? Besides, the time I'd wasted 　　was at most five minutes; I should still have a chance to catch them. 　　Chase them! 　　I rushed to the door, only to realize I wasn't wearing shoes. I grabbed a pair of women's slippers and put them on: 　　without shoes, I couldn't possibly catch up; but finding better running shoes wasn't an option at the moment 　　. I 　　rushed out of the room. I 　　scanned 　　the hallway… no one there. 　　Not even a sound… 　　I gritted my teeth in anguish and rushed back to the elevator lobby in the middle of the hallway. 　　The building has a two-elevator, five-unit layout, with two elevators and a fire 　　escape staircase in the corridor. Lulu's apartment is on the 17th floor… The display screen of one of the elevators seems to show it's stopped at the highest 　　floor, the 23rd. Worse still, the display screen of the other elevator seems slightly damaged, and I'm not 　　sure which floor it's currently on. I'm at my wit's 　　end… 　　Could it be that Lulu and her friends are really that quick and have already taken the first elevator to the ground floor? If so 　　… then I really won't be able to catch them. No matter how fierce I am, I can't possibly be 　　chasing two girls in broad daylight, wearing women's slippers and pajamas, in a residential garden. One of them might even be wearing only underwear 　　. Although this is the suburbs, it's not a deserted area… I estimate I won't be able to catch them for more than a few hundred meters 　　before someone sees me, and whether they come to inquire or call the police, I'm completely finished. 　　I frantically pressed the elevator's down button twice, desperately, anxiously, and painfully 　　waiting for the elevator to respond. 　　With a soft "thump-thump," the elevator on the 23rd floor seemed to be descending to meet me on the 17th. 　　22nd floor, 21st floor, 20th floor… 　　Suddenly, I had that "flash of inspiration" feeling. 　　Really, looking back, in that instant, I was discouraged, desperate… I felt that 　　the most beautiful part of my life was about to end. And what followed was the most painful end of my life. What 　　's even more terrifying is that this wasn't a detour; I could never go back. Those fleeting dozen or so 　　hours—Lulu, Xiao Ai, the beautiful room, the exquisite furniture, the soft bed, the beautiful body, 　　the girl's cries, the shameful service, the pleasure of rape, the conquest and abuse, the stimulation of confinement, the tender breasts, the smooth vagina, 　　the white foam, the alluring lingerie, the intoxicating fragrance… it was all over. 　　Everything was over, everything seemed so illusory, everything was so fleeting. 　　Knowing full well that I'll never be able to enjoy any of this again in my future, 　　what difference does it really make whether I live or die? This elevator is supposed to come down and pick me up, but once I step inside... what will it take me to...?

Where to go? True despair comes from experiencing unattainable beauty. And that beauty is all in this room I
stumbled into last night, a room belonging to three women… and forever frozen there. I
turned back, reluctant to leave, realizing there was no going back… for one last, lingering look at the
door of room 1703.
That one look… was crucial.
It seemed like a fleeting illusion, huh? That security door… did it move slightly? Such a
heavy security door couldn't have been moved by the wind, could it?
My cerebellum took over from my brain. My cerebellum took over the action! My brain couldn't think anymore!
I lunged forward, like a triple jump, my entire body sprinting towards the door of room 1703!
Lulu
was almost closing the door!
Just one step away!
Just one step away!!!
My hand was already past the doorframe.
"Thump..." The heavy metal security door slammed down on my arm, which was halfway inside.
"Ah..." I roared in agony, feeling as if my forearm was about to break.
But behind the door, Lulu, who was trying to close it and lock me out... well, she was a girl after all. She
wasn't strong enough. She wasn't a fighter, and she didn't have the guts or determination to
crush my arm with the metal security door...
And I, taking advantage of that brief moment, slammed the
security door open again with a "bang," like a rugby player charging.
Lulu was indeed hiding inside the room!
"Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!!..."
Lulu inside let out several screams, the most agonizing screams she'd heard since yesterday, wave after wave
of deafening cries. That scream wasn't a cry for help anymore; it wasn't even directed at anyone… It
was still the same half-naked, desolate seventeen-year-old high school girl I haunted and lingered with—it was her! She was desperately
backing away, not knowing what to do. She retreated to a corner of the living room, and the screams had only just subsided… These
screams were truly the most evocative sounds I had ever heard: despair!
Utter despair!!!
And in the corner behind the floor-to-ceiling curtains in the living room, beside the sofa,
lay a petite, slender, helpless girl: Xiao Ai.
…
My arm was incredibly painful, pinched between the metal security door and the frame. I think my face
was deathly pale from the pain, a piercing, excruciating pain that tormented my nerves. I even wondered if it
was broken, or if it had cracked.
But I still laughed… a chilling, terrifying, and vicious laugh.
Because I knew: in an instant, I had turned the tables again.
I suppressed the pain in my arm, turned around and slammed
the security door shut with a "bang," even briefly touching it before locking it with a "click"... I believe that for Lulu and Xiao Ai at this
moment, that sound was like background noise in a horror movie, symbolizing the final crisis and the immense
psychological torment it caused.
Now, my brain is functioning again, and I've figured out
what happened.
Lulu escaped her sister's room wearing disheveled underwear, her breasts exposed. Of course,
she must have had time to stuff her breasts back into the bra cups... but that's not the point. She had to unlock the door and
pull Xiao Ai. And all the problems I had just encountered—putting on shoes, finding clothes—she would face the same ones. Time
was also running out for her. Even if she wanted to pull Xiao Ai out of the room, to the elevator lobby, wait for the elevator
, or take the fire escape to find someone downstairs to call for help
, I could intercept her at any step… That would be a disaster for her too.
In desperation, she made a rather "clever" decision…
She didn't race me, but rather outsmarted me.
She opened the door, making it seem like she and Xiao Ai had already escaped, but then she and Xiao Ai
hid together in the part of the rolled-up floor-to-ceiling curtains in the living room.
Of course, this was just a split-second decision… If I had calmly and carefully searched, I would have definitely found
someone hiding there, but at that moment, I had just angrily and painfully smashed open the door. In that split second
, seeing no one in the hallway and the security door open, my first reaction was indeed the most likely one: they
've run away, I should chase after them!
Then, as long as Lulu closes the security door while I chase after her, she will be temporarily and completely
safe. I can break down the wooden door of the room, but I can't possibly knock on the closed metal
security door again. I will be disheveled, with nowhere to hide, lost and helpless in the hallway, elevator, or the community. Whether I
run away, go crazy in the community, or even commit suicide by jumping off a building... Lulu doesn't care. And Lulu
can hide back in the room, call the police, or whatever, at least for now, she and Xiao
Ai will be safe.
In room 1703? Outside room 1703? This is the choice between Lulu and me in a split second.
And she almost succeeded.
Just a little bit more.
Just one more reluctant look back at the door of room 1703.
If it weren't for the deep attachment I felt to everything in this room, I might not have looked back at
that one glance... and everything would have played out according to Lulu's script.
...
And now, all her hopes are shattered.
She's once again within my reach. And this time, even she herself is despairing of her fate
. Because I will no longer give her any trust, no more chances, not even
any conditions.
This time, I won't even linger on her body... I doubt myself, in extreme anger and...
Once again deceived and manipulated, I felt humiliated and would resort to violence to end it all, to retaliate against Lulu's betrayal and
humiliation.
Where was my military dagger?
…
I took a deep breath, then approached the two girls trembling in the corner step by step.
I made no threats, no curses, no mockery, I didn't even say a word, just
panted heavily as I drew closer to the two girls. The veins on my forehead bulged, my face
burned with a vermilion hue, my hands clenched, making my arms bulge…
Where was my military dagger?
Lulu, knowing it was futile, clung to Xiao Ai, huddled together, sobbing desperately… After
the screams just now, she dared not make any loud noises.
And the atmosphere in the room… became eerie.
Lulu was now wearing an ill-fitting, small-sized school uniform… Lulu, as expected, couldn't resist
the natural shyness of a seventeen-year-old high school girl. Even in that hurried escape, she hadn't been able to suppress her shame,
probably grabbing a school uniform from Xiao Ai's room and draping it over herself. The uniform was Xiao Ai's size
, and since it was a last-minute addition, it barely reached her waist, and the zipper wasn't even properly zipped up. Her upper body still
faintly revealed her snow-white skin, and even the
red lace bra and panties that I had forced her to wear to enhance the pleasure of my rape of her were clearly visible. Her breasts were truly youthful and
invincible… After being ravaged by me for so long, just moments ago covering my penis in shameful display, they were now so
snow-white, delicate, round, and trembling… Accompanied by Lulu's cries, the red lace bra cups rippled with
beautiful waves of flesh. I could even see
remnants of my semen still clinging to her cute, small, flat, round belly button . Sitting there in the corner of the living room, what was particularly
striking were her two long, slender, snow-white legs, helplessly crossed, her delicate, adorable soles facing me, like
two long, thin white lotus roots, ending in the soft triangle enclosed by her red lace panties. How strange,
this plump, moist vulva, wasn't it just now covered in panties, rubbing against my penis? How come it still looks so
clean, so tidy? Her appearance… was truly poignant.
And in her arms, perhaps because Lulu was holding her tightly,
the little girl, standing tall and slender, still wore the knee-length t-shirt and white
tights that she had worn for me that morning, looking as delicate and pretty as a porcelain doll. Tears of fear clung to Xiao Ai's delicate face, perhaps
from being "hidden" behind the curtains by Lulu. But now... the dust had settled, I won, Lulu
lost! The little girl stopped crying, instead widening her large, watery eyes, pouting her pink
lips, and avoiding my gaze...
The two of them huddled together, helplessly clinging to each other, nestled against the edge of the upholstered sofa.
Tears of desolation, pale faces, bright red underwear, snow-white children's clothes, slender and frail bodies—a picture
of utter misery, utterly at the mercy of others... Lulu's disheveled clothes, Xiao Ai's still exquisite and adorable
attire, the neat and elegant drapes on the sofa, and the ever-present slender, soft curves
and snow-white skin of the girls—all blended together...
How can this scene be described? It was stunningly beautiful, yet also incredibly lewd… because Lulu's bare thighs and the barely
visible panties and bra… and it seemed to carry a strong sexual undertone. It was like…
well, like a
poster specially made for a big-budget movie with a scene of two girls being raped, designed to give the audience a sexual suggestion… Although there was no nudity, those in the know understood enough
that this poignant scene hinted at a stimulating story.
But this time… for me, in my mind, in my heart, in my lungs,
there was more hatred.
The more beautiful, the more I hated!
I hated Lulu, and I hated myself. What I hated was the
illusion that had been forming in me since this morning: it was as if, through violence, coercion, and confinement, I had taken over this
exquisite room, every inch of it exuding the scent of a young girl's body and her private moments! And through this takeover and confinement, I fantasized that I could finally
"possess" this girl. I even hypnotized myself, altering the scale, reducing the intensity of the humiliation, and
adding a touch of warmth to my own words, imagining Lulu as a "little bride" instead of a "puppy," didn't I?
I... am still so ridiculous, so pathetic.
The incident just now proved that I still can't have anything.
How stupid I am! I can rape her! I can molest her! I can abuse her! I can force her to undress
, put on clothes, put on clothes, take off clothes, and invade all the private and shameful parts of her body. I can
shower with her, I can force her to give me oral sex, breast sex, anal sex, or even use any other method to defile every
part of her body that can be defiled...
But... I can't actually change anything, at least, I still can't change my complete lack of everything.
If my threats of violence loosen even slightly, Lulu will naturally run away, call the police,
or even kill me. Or to put it another way, I even suspect that even if Xiao Ai wasn't in the room, and Lulu was
alone, my ability to threaten and coerce Lulu wouldn't be as strong as it is now. If it weren't for protecting
Xiao Ai, Lulu might have endured my rape. After all, she wasn't so
obsessed with preserving her chastity even at the cost of her life. But she certainly wouldn't be cooperating with me like this now… playing so many
sexual games that humiliate her personality and soul.
It's wonderful; forcing Lulu into rape is even more wonderful than I initially fantasized. It's filled with a rich, tantalizing
aroma. But even I have to admit now that the beauty brought by this violent rape is like walking
a tightrope; I could lose it at any moment. Or rather, it's all just a dream; this beauty, I've never possessed
.
I don't deserve it.
I don't deserve a lover, a seventeen-year-old lover, dressed in the sexiest and purest lingerie, to
bathe with me.
I don't deserve a lover who shyly offers me her pure and flawless virginity.
I don't deserve a beautiful bed, exquisite bedding, fragrant lingerie, a clean bathroom, or sexy toys.
I don't even deserve a beautiful little girl, like an elf, living in the next room.
I have nothing…
As long as this violent self-deception is torn even slightly, I can see clearly that Lulu dislikes
me, Xiao Ai hates me, everyone despises me… I have nothing.
Nothing in the past, nothing in the present, and nothing in the future…
My indescribable anger has once again sublimated in my mind. Lulu lay on the ground, pleading, pitiful
, yet beautifully gazing at me. Her face was streaked with tears, but her eyes remained beautiful, her lips still playful
. Her disheveled school uniform and bra couldn't hide the slight trembling of her pink breasts. Her
thighs were white and smooth, her feet delicate and adorable, her toes like little white jade beans…
The more beautiful and helpless she looked at me, the angrier I became!
Where was my military dagger?
At that moment, the thought of "killing this girl" truly crossed my mind. It seemed… only by destroying
all of this, utterly annihilating this beauty that I could never possess anyway, could I find a
sliver of solace.
Kill her! Kill her! Destroy her! Rape her first, then kill her! Kill her first, then rape her!
Even Xiao Ai!!! Kill her! Kill her! Destroy her! Rape her first, then kill her! Kill her first, then rape her!
Should I include… Xiao Ai too? She…was innocent from beginning to end, wasn't she?
On the other hand…I'm really puzzled. In my chest, it's as if another voice, another
me, is constantly trying to comfort me: Forget it, forget it, forget it…let it all just vanish like smoke.
Struggling and agonizing will only cause more pain for myself and others…
…
To be honest, I don't even know what I'm thinking. Deep inside me, it seems like there are two “me”s,
constantly waging an internal battle. Both of them are sinful, angry, and perverse. But they
don't quite agree.
One of them, the one who can no longer suppress her anger and hatred,
has been planning since I rushed out of this room…my military knife? I want to rape and murder Lulu, even rape and murder Xiao Ai. I
've even imagined them lying in pools of blood, the room stained crimson with their blood—a tragic scene.
Anyway…I can't have all this beauty, so I might as well destroy it completely!
But… in my heart, another “me” is also sinful, angry, and perverse. It’s not
that he lacks hatred and anger, but he seems somewhat disheartened and desperate, just thinking: Forget it, stop torturing me
, I’ve raped Lulu… and then I’ll leave. I shouldn’t insist on raping Lulu for a full 48 hours. What’s
the point? Blindly extending the time makes no difference. I can’t truly “enjoy”
a girl like Lulu, so why put myself through some kind of doomsday feast? I don’t deserve it. I won’t turn myself in. I’ve raped Lulu
, taken her virginity, so I’ll just die. As for Xiao Ai… just play with her a little? Take off her clothes, slightly
fondle her body, or rub against her little belly and ejaculate a little, and that’s it? …This is
just some kind of memento for this incredibly beautiful and pure little girl who innocently appeared in this incident
? She’s innocent; I can’t really hold a grudge against her. Even if I were to actually rape her,
she's so young, I doubt she could handle it; she'd be seriously injured. Maybe… forget it.
Two "me"s, in that silent moment, were locked in a fierce internal struggle, sometimes the former gaining the upper hand, sometimes the latter
controlling my mind… One was constantly contemplating death, the other somewhat disheartened, yet still somewhat
preoccupied with lust.
Their constant torment in my mind seemed to mock each other, and ironically
, this inexplicable internal conflict not only determined my fate but also
the fate of the two lovely girls slumped on the sofa.
…
But no one spoke, only Lulu's soft sobs made the atmosphere in the living room more tense, and the
part of me planning a complete outburst became even more forceful. This was almost a girl's unique sixth sense; not only
was my heart struggling, but I was certain Lulu, and even Xiao Ai, sensed it.
No matter how scared, desperate, or painful Lulu was... no matter how much she had no right to beg me, she seemed to realize that
someone needed to speak in this room, that there needed to be some human voice. She had to speak, to move, to make a sound to calm
the uncontrollable anger that could erupt within me at any moment. Even if... all she could fight for was Xiao
Ai's life.
She had already seemed to have given up in despair; she closed her eyes, a deathly
grayness of being at my mercy spreading across her face, and two lines of sorrowful tears fell again. She hugged Xiao Ai tighter, and
Xiao Ai even let out a soft "sigh" from her embrace... This soft moan, however, gave Lulu a sudden surge
of courage, and she opened her eyes again, looking at me... Then, her body moved.
I was almost startled, thinking she was about to make some futile final act of resistance.
But to my surprise, Lulu actually... like some kind of devout believer, folded her entire body towards me and
knelt down. Her long black hair was completely disheveled, and she actually kowtowed repeatedly to me...
"Please...please..."
"..."
"Brother Stone, I was wrong, I was wrong...please."
"..."
Few people have had this experience: a girl, a girl with a petite figure, fair skin, and usually
pampered, kowtowing to you... Putting aside the absurdity of the scene, the kneeling and kowtowing posture
makes the girl's buttocks stand out particularly, trembling and forming a perfect heart shape. Not many...
This man has the chance to appreciate such a form... towering above, yet sexy and alluring.
"Please, don't blame Xiao Ai, this has nothing to do with her. Lulu is for you to play with, Lulu is for you to rape, if you're
still not satisfied, you... kill Lulu, Lulu is for you to do whatever you want with... This time it's for real, Lulu
doesn't want anything anymore, she'll give you everything. Lulu will be absolutely obedient... If you don't believe me, tie Lulu up
, tie her tightly, tie her until it hurts, tie her to death, give Lulu drugs, take pictures of Lulu, okay?... Lulu will
take off her own clothes, then put on other underwear for you to see, then take them off again... Waaah... Lulu will bathe with you, Lulu will
touch herself for you to see, Lulu will let you play with her breasts, her little sister, her little butt. You can play with her anywhere
, you can play with her however you want... Didn't you say you wanted to play with Lulu for two days and two nights? Play, play forever."
"Go on, once isn't enough, play ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times... Don't even wipe the blood. Even if, even if
you play Lulu to death, it's fine. It's Lulu's fault, I shouldn't have run away, I was wrong, just punish Lulu, torture
Lulu, ruin Lulu... Please let Xiao Ai go, don't hurt her. This time it really has nothing to do with her, she's very obedient,
it wasn't her who wanted to run away, I pulled her away, she just asked me, wasn't I supposed to sleep with Brother Shitou
... It's all Lulu's fault, it's all Lulu's fault, I don't want anything anymore, I can do anything... I just beg you to let
Xiao Ai go, I just beg you to let Xiao Ai go... Brother Shitou, please do a good deed. Leave a little hope for our family,
please let Xiao Ai go, okay? Please let Xiao Ai go, okay?"
She kept kowtowing as she spoke. Her long, black hair was disheveled, and her jade-like buttocks
trembled like small drums, making her appear even more lewd. However, red
marks had already appeared on her snow-white, full forehead from kowtowing…
Her incoherent pleas, filled with utter submission, did calm my
anger somewhat, but it was still far from enough. I breathed coldly, silently watching
the girls on the ground, kowtowing and begging me in humiliation.
“How will you ‘let her go’?” I finally managed to utter a few more words coldly…
My words… were very indifferent, still carrying a hint of murderous intent. But I finally spoke.
This was thanks to Lulu’s frantic pleas and the information they conveyed: no matter what, I
could now freely enjoy Lulu’s body, and I believed that this time, she would submit even more completely.
Not to mention Lulu, even I felt that as soon as I spoke, the atmosphere finally eased a little. The
me who was ready to explode in killing seemed to have temporarily lowered my head. Another version of myself... began to rise.
Of course, my question, "How can you let her go?" was also a stern interrogation.
I knew Lulu wasn't stupid. Ever since she saw Xiao Ai yesterday, she had been very hesitant,
vaguely pleading with me to "let her go" or "let Xiao Ai go"... This was, of course, a
natural reaction in despair. But there were also other factors. Lulu was unwilling to use words to "remind" me that I
could actually sexually assault Xiao Ai in the same way... She had begun to use all sorts of lewd words to remind
me that I could rape her, humiliate her, play with her, reminding me of the pleasure involved... She preferred to draw my attention
to her still-pure body. She dared not mention Xiao Ai… she only vaguely begged me to let her go. She
was actually aware that although Xiao Ai was only eleven, especially in this situation, for many
men, it held a more cruel, more perverse pleasure—the pleasure of destroying a young bud, tasting its tenderness, defiling its teeth, and humiliating
a child's body. Besides… Xiao Ai was simply too beautiful… This innocent, tender, and delicate beauty, like a
pile of powdered ice, the temperament of a developing little girl, would generally evoke tenderness and affection; but
if she fell into the hands of a man who could do whatever he wanted, or disregard everything, igniting his animalistic desires, then
… to be raped and devastated by a man at such a tender age is also a hidden
evil desire deep within many men's hearts.
In reality… just an hour or so ago, when I woke up this morning, my threats to Lulu
contained my wicked conditions: I could refrain from raping Xiao Ai, but Lulu would have to willingly submit to being raped and sexually abused,
even spending two whole days with me, enduring complete humiliation. She would also need to persuade, teach, and demonstrate how to make
Xiao Ai "intimate" with me, allowing me to sexually abuse her body. My promise was only a very reluctant and fragile one—not to
physically break Xiao Ai's hymen. But the rest… I had already hinted at
my cruel and cold desires to Lulu: Xiao Ai, too, would have to undress like a little girl, her tender body exposed
, and allow me to sexually abuse her. This included kissing, caressing, licking, torturing, humiliating, penetrating other
parts of her body, even various unimaginable acts of lewdness, and learning to use obscene language to please me—all of which were self-evident. And
... Lulu also had to shamefully take on the responsibility, comforting and guiding her most beloved niece—this
girl, beautiful as an oil painting, pure as snow, and tender as a flower bud—to, like Lulu,
actively cater to me.
Of course, I left myself some room for maneuver, because at that time, I myself wasn't sure what I wanted. In fact
... even now, I'm still unsure what I want.
I believe this matter... is the thorn in Lulu's heart.
So even now, she doesn't dare remind me, she doesn't even dare beg me "don't rape Xiao Ai," she's
even afraid that the word "rape" will only fuel my lust...
She looks at me with hesitant, desperate, pleading eyes, that heartfelt plea...
She really has no more bargaining chips...
her own body, her virginity, her submissive service, her life...
Xiao Ai's body, Xiao Ai's virginity, Xiao Ai's submissive service, Xiao Ai's life...
Looking at her, imagining this girl whom I will never underestimate again... no matter how
much I violate her, deep down she's always scheming and fighting against me. Even now, she must still be hoping for a lucky break, hoping to
leave something behind... This is indeed a heartfelt plea, yet she still retains
a protective instinct towards Xiao Ai's virginity.
The thought of this, of her meticulous scheming, of my repeated moments of weakness in her presence,
reignited the nameless rage within me…
"Slap…" I delivered a resounding slap to Lulu's face.
Five red welts immediately appeared on her fair cheek.
"Hmm…" Lulu didn't flinch or cry; instead, a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes.
She gritted her teeth, enduring the pain and humiliation, kneeling closer to me, her eyes slightly closed,
head raised, her breasts thrusting out at their highest point. She dared not cry or plead, her pitiful expression seemingly
saying: If hitting her makes me feel better, please continue…
Xiao Ai, on the other hand, let out a piercing scream: "Ah…"
I also felt that the crisp sound of that slap actually improved my mood somewhat. I grabbed
Lulu's hair... I pulled it so hard it hurt, lifted her head, made her kneel higher, and
slapped her cheeks...
"Slap slap slap, slap slap slap," left and right, left and right... Six slaps, not very hard, but the sound was very
loud.
I'm not a sadist, but I really needed to release... and the red marks on Lulu's face, even the corners of her mouth
looked like they were bleeding from my blows, this agonizing feeling of torture, mixed with my complex feelings for Lulu,
gave me further satisfaction.
"Take off your school uniform!" I commanded harshly. "I'm going to spank your breasts!"
For Lulu, such a command was met with no hesitation. She almost instantly
threw away the school uniform she was wearing to cover her shame, and became a little virgin in a three-point bra again... She even
tried to push up her white breasts under the red bra cups, waiting for my humiliation, welcoming my humiliation...
you could even say she was begging for my humiliation.
She knew that although it was called "slapping her breasts," as long as I continued to do anything to her body,
I could continue to indulge in my desire for her. And my desire for the female body was Lulu's last
hope.
Lulu's breasts... were still beautiful, like ripe peaches, exquisite and translucent, the smooth flesh without a
single pore, only faint veins, and the delicate, fine, and intricately patterned lace cups, forming
two alluring peaks.
But this time, I didn't touch or play with her treasures. I even felt that "slapping" wasn't enough to
vent my anger, so I kicked Lulu in the chest with a "thud," aiming straight for her soft, playful, and adorable breasts. 　　"Ugh..." Lulu probably got kicked too hard. Even though she gritted her teeth and dared not cry or beg for mercy, her chest couldn't take it anymore, and she started to gag... Damn... I actually regretted it a little. Did I
kick 　　too 　　hard? 　　... 　　But even though Lulu had given up struggling and was willing to be beaten and humiliated by me...Xiao Ai, who was beside me, was 　　only eleven years old. Such violence and humiliation was unbearable and unimaginable for her. 　　"Ah..." 　　She screamed when I slapped Lulu for the first time. When I kicked Lulu, she 　　screamed and cried even louder. 　　"Don't hit my auntie!!!" 　　I don't know where she got the courage, but she actually broke free from Lulu's embrace, turned her back to me, and threw herself on 　　top of Lulu, blocking Lulu and me... 　　... 　　As I said, although Xiao Ai was only eleven years old, her figure and posture had the temperament of an upper elementary school girl 　　, but she was really well-developed. Although she was very slender and thin, judging by her height alone, 　　she was probably quite tall for a girl her age...And Lulu's height was already on the shorter side. Lulu was kneeling, and with 　　Xiao Ai blocking Lulu like this, it really felt like she was holding Lulu in her arms and protecting her. 　　For a fleeting moment, I felt that Xiao Ai seemed to have grown up a little more than when I first saw her. 　　She was truly brave, truly beautiful, and truly… alluring. 　　Xiao Ai was still wearing that snow-white, long, off-the-shoulder bodycon t-shirt that reached mid-thigh, making her look particularly slender and tall 　　. Peeking out from under her legs were those thin, tight-fitting white cartoon-print tights—stylish, playful 　　, innocent, and with a touch of charming sexiness. Honestly, 　　any ordinary eleven-year-old girl could pull off a princess dress, a school uniform, or other dresses. But this 　　t-shirt that Xiao Ai was wearing, which had a strong European and American children's fashion style, really demanded a certain figure and气质 (qi zhi, a kind of refined elegance), and only a mixed-race girl like Xiao Ai could truly carry it off 　　. Beyond her exquisite features, there was also an incredible uprightness that she had possessed since childhood. 　　Perhaps it was the way she was protecting Lulu that made her seem more innocent, like a little girl, or perhaps it 　　was just the way she was facing away from me… 　　When we're facing someone, besides the instinctive glances men have for the chest, 　　we tend to look more at their eyes and mouth… But when someone's back is turned, we can truly focus our attention on 　　their figure and posture. Especially… the eleven-year-old mixed-race girl's tall, slender, delicate, 　　bony, and graceful curves of her body. 　　Her slightly curly hair cascaded down her back, making her look even more adorable, a characteristic of mixed-race individuals; 　　her waist was so thin, clearly visible even under the hem of her long t-shirt, making her look 　　two sizes smaller than Lulu, tender and upright like a willow branch in spring. There was a very obvious indentation along her spine 　　, a curve almost like that of an artistic sculpture depicting the body. Her right shoulder, peeking out from under her t-shirt 　　, was rounded, snow-white, and undeniably a cute little plump thing, like a tiny 　　pink dumpling that would melt at the slightest touch of water, yet one could vaguely see the bony structure of her collarbone. 　　But with her back to me, what attracted me most… was her little bottom. 　　My goodness, it was so tiny! Beneath the slightly flowing hem of her t-shirt, I could clearly see the round, 　　bun-like curves of her bottom, so small… even considering Xiao Ai's age and 　　the proportions to her height, it was incredibly delicate. I almost suspected that two buttocks combined… could make one of my…

My palm could cover it…so round, so perky, so firm, and even more captivating: the position of her buttocks is so
high! What percentage of her height does that mean Xiao Ai's legs are?
This little girl, even if she were a child model, she'd have more than enough assets. I
really want to touch her
…
Xiao Ai's pounce and hug…
all my anger actually subsided…not so much because of the slaps and kicks
I gave Lulu, but more because of the stunning beauty of Xiao Ai's back.
My mind was even a mess…even thinking about some inexplicable, distant thoughts, all surfaced
: although this little girl is still young, one day she will grow up, and judging by
her current proportions, what kind of beauty will she become when she grows up? And no matter what
, she'll always have a boyfriend, a husband, a lover. One day, a boy will be allowed
to kiss her, touch her, take off her clothes and underwear, admire and fondle her breasts, her buttocks, and her fragrant, secluded path… One day, this scene will happen. My God, 　　what incredible, extreme pleasure that boy will experience
from raping and defiled Xiao Ai ! 　　I just stood there silently, lost in thought, staring at Xiao Ai's little buttocks… and I was actually jealous. Jealous 　　of that damned boy I imagined ten years from now. 　　It's strange… My feelings for Xiao Ai are, of course, the instinctive shame of a wicked intruder facing an innocent child 　　, and of course, desire for such a tender and adorable child's body… but why is there also a 　　hint of that strange feeling a father has for his daughter? 　　I'm actually jealous… such a beautiful, cute, charming, pure, pink little buttocks, and in the future, 　　it's going to be played with by a boy? 　　To my surprise, exactly what I was thinking came true... Xiao Ai actually stuck out her cute little bottom 　　. 　　? ? ? What's going on? 　　"Uncle, if you really want to hit someone to vent your anger... then hit me!" 　　A clear child's voice, trembling with a hint of shyness, a touch of aggrieved crying, and a little 　　bit of stubbornness... 　　"..." I was completely distracted. 　　"You...promised me. Only...only...slept with my aunt...and didn't hurt her!" 　　"..." " 　　Now...even if she was wrong, she...ran away. But...please don't hit her anymore, okay?" 　　"..." 　　"Just consider it all Xiao Ai's fault. Xiao Ai admits her mistake. You...hit me instead. Forgive my aunt...don't 　　hit her anymore." 　　"..." 　　"Uncle...waaaah..." She spoke in a childish voice, pretending to be an adult, but eventually, she couldn't hold back 　　her tears. Children speak without restraint, and she was even bolder than Lulu, unable to resist saying 　　what she feared most: "Please don't kill my aunt...okay?" 　　"..." 　　"If you want to vent your anger...hit me, hit Xiao Ai's bottom...Xiao Ai isn't afraid of pain. Nor is she...ashamed." 　　I had no idea how to respond... 　　and Xiao Ai did something even more surprising... 　　she actually bent over and "lifted up" the hem of her long t-shirt...revealing 　　the entire view tightly covered by her snow-white cartoon tights. 　　Two beautiful, delicate, slender legs, covered in elastic stockings. 　　A petite, pert, and adorable little girl's buttocks, also tightly encased in white pantyhose. 　　I could even see… the marks from the edge of her pantyhose beneath the thin fabric, 　　the shape and style of her panties clearly visible. And even more so, a distinct little 　　bulge of flesh in her crotch. 　　It was more alluring than nakedness 　　… 　　I almost had a nosebleed. 　　A few hours ago, my mind probably wouldn't have thought so much; I would have just pressed myself against her, 　　played with her buttocks, touched her buttocks, defiled her buttocks, humiliated her buttocks… I even wanted to 　　bury my mouth and nose in the cleft of Xiao Ai's pantyhose, breathing heavily. 　　But now… after experiencing so much, I suddenly had a different understanding of this family… 　　I 　　could even imagine: Xiao Ai… did it on purpose. You could even say she was playing mind 　　games with me, albeit with the kind of cunning that only a child can grasp. 　　Don't think she's eleven and doesn't understand everything. Growing up in a family like this… her mother couldn't have neglected her 　　sex education. Besides, with information so readily available these days, even an older elementary school girl should know a fair bit 　　. And I'm sure that with Xiao Ai's exceptionally beautiful appearance, countless people have complimented her on her looks since she was little 　　. She should understand the attraction her beauty holds for others. 　　I'm now certain that 　　when she innocently bent over, even lifting her t-shirt, begging me to hit her to atone for her aunt's sins, she 　　was actually… seducing me! 　　This clever little girl is completely aware of the power struggle between Lulu and me; she's realized 　　her aunt has no leverage left to beg for forgiveness. She even realizes I have 　　thoughts of killing her aunt. She…decided to show me the last vestige of her relationship as aunt and niece. She was even 　　blatantly seducing me, reminding me that 　　if I let Lulu go, she…could…let me…play with her body. 　　Play with her tender, innocent, delicate, and exquisitely beautiful little body. 　　She was reminding me…that I could do that. 　　She was even enticing me…inviting me to do that. 　　That's why she stuck out her buttocks, even lifted her clothes…begging me to spank her. She was just too young 　　to know how to call on a man; the only option she could choose was the most shameful action for a little girl: lifting her 　　clothes to show me her buttocks, begging me to spank her.

I don't know what kind of pain and torment she was experiencing deep inside, so young. She probably couldn't even comprehend
the harm and despair of being violated by a man… But in some ways, she was already clearer than her aunt
.
This was their last bargaining chip.
Rather than kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to me… using their bodies to seduce me, to serve me, to beg for my
momentary leniency and to arouse my desire, that was their only chance.
I had a strong desire, but… I also felt a deep pity and sympathy.
I was completely stunned.
(To be continued)

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