The Adventures of the Girls, Chapter Seventeen

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The Adventures of the Girls, Chapter Seventeen 　　Author
: Liuying
Published: 2015/09/02 First Published 　　ID
: wtsdm84318 　　First Published 　　Website
: 　　sexinsex
**************** 　　... As he kicked Jordan away and grabbed the blonde-haired girl, Aurora 　　was captivated by her naturally beautiful and alluring appearance. The pain from being held in one arm, her pitiful expression, 　　and her trembling, adorable cries of "No! Let me go!" made the man want to rape her on the spot. 　　He ignored the little girl's delicate hands and feet kicking him; although surprised 　　by her strength, it was still tolerable. He forcefully threw Aurora to the ground and kicked her hard in the stomach. 　　Aurora coughed a few times in pain, but before she could react, he pressed down on her, tearing 　　her thin dress, revealing her undeveloped breasts. 　　Aurora realized something was wrong and tried to scream, but the man quickly covered her mouth, tearing off pieces of her clothing and stuffing 　　them into her mouth to prevent her from screaming. Aurora, tears welling in her eyes, continued to punch and kick the man, but he 　　seemed experienced, pinning her legs down and holding her hands. 　　He continued to tear off her clothes, using the shredded garments to tightly bind her hands, leaving her only in her 　　underwear, completely naked. Aurora pleaded with Jordan beside her with her eyes, but he was already 　　terrified, frozen in place as he watched the man assault her. 　　The man pulled down Aurora's underwear, revealing a small slit. Tears streaming down her face, Aurora desperately 　　shook her head, her blonde hair swaying beautifully. Finally, the underwear was removed from her body, leaving Aurora 　　completely naked. 　　The man slowly pried open her legs. Although Aurora resisted, she couldn't overcome the man's strength, 　　and her virgin slit was gradually revealed. The man admired her current appearance; her angry expression 　　was tinged with tears, and her delicate skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat from her resistance—she 　　was even more alluring than before! 　　After gazing at her slit, the man used two rough fingers to separate her tender opening, revealing a pink 　　hymen at the pretty little entrance. The man couldn't resist and began licking her vulva with his tongue, even lightly licking the hymen a few times. 　　Aurora whimpered in fright and lost control of her bladder. Clear, yellowish urine sprayed onto the man's face, but he didn't 　　flinch; instead, he caught it with his mouth. 　　After losing control, Aurora began to cry. At such a young age, this was the first time she had experienced such an injustice, and she 　　couldn't bear it. Her body trembled with each sob, and seeing her cry only fueled the man's excitement. 　　The man pulled down his pants, revealing his already erect penis. He rubbed the head of his penis against Aurora's wet, virgin slit 　　, enjoying its softness. Aurora felt the hot, hard object against her undeveloped virginity and 　　felt a slight pain. She knew what was about to happen, cried out in pain, and her cries grew louder, 　　her head shaking rapidly. 　　Finally, Aurora seemed to give up resisting, her limbs ceasing their resistance. She turned to look at the stunned Jordan beside her, 　　who had watched the whole thing with wide eyes. Aurora's pitiful eyes expressed her final plea for help, but 　　upon seeing her pleas, Jordan cowered and retreated. 　　At this moment, the man's hot, thick glans had already forced open the underdeveloped virgin's tender lips. The delicate 　　labia parted and gradually took the glans in, the entire head of his penis entering the vaginal opening, no longer visible from the outside. It 　　pressed tightly against the hymen, shouting at Aurora, "Use my cock to become a woman!" He claimed that if he were 　　to forcefully insert himself now, even the most resilient hymen would immediately rupture. 　　The ruthlessness of these two men filled Aurora with despair, as if she heard something snapping in her head 　　. This made her determined to unleash her first attack spell without hesitation. Previously, Aurora hadn't wanted to hurt anyone and 　　hadn't dared to use her full strength, but now it was different. 　　Without even chanting a spell, a blazing fireball erupted from Aurora's hand, flying towards the man's face in the next instant 　　. The force of the fireball knocked the man away and burned him, but also preserved her precious virginity. 　　Aurora's anger was written on her tear-streaked face. She slowly rose, burning the rag from her wrist with flames, and threw 　　the spit-covered cloth from her mouth onto the ground. Aurora picked up her panties and put them on, covering 　　her underdeveloped breasts with one hand. Then, she unleashed another attack spell on the man lying on the ground, groaning in pain! 　　Several wind blades shot out from around Aurora, slicing several wounds into the man. A huge water ball flew down from the sky, 　　striking the man's chest with gravitational acceleration. Finally, a sharp rock erupted from the flat floor, piercing the man's back 　　and penetrating his body. The man screamed several times before falling silent after being pierced by the rock 　　. 　　Seeing the man motionless, Aurora realized she might have killed someone. The first time she had killed someone made her feel 　　nauseous. Aurora covered her mouth, her face contorted with rage, and slowly walked towards the man, her eyes filled with tears. Upon seeing the man up close 　　—his face covered in wounds and disfigured—she could no longer suppress her physical repulsion and vomited on the spot. 　　She cast a healing spell on herself, and once she felt better, she turned 　　to Jordan with a look of utter contempt. She slowly walked up to Jordan, who was terrified by Aurora's behavior and had lost control of his bladder, and knelt down in front of him. With a vicious expression, she said, " 　　Men are truly useless!" Before he could react, Aurora got up and fled back to the orphanage. Because 　　she was almost completely naked, she managed to hide herself the whole way, thankfully without being seen. 　　Back in the mysterious basement, Aurora was troubled for a long time. The clever Aurora knew she couldn't stay in the orphanage any longer 　　, or she would face the same fate as her sisters. And after the murder, someone would definitely come after her.

Everyone knew her life would be very turbulent after they learned she possessed magic.
Finally, she made a decision: she might as well take this opportunity to fulfill her long-held dream—to go on adventures. Full of drive,
Aurora immediately began packing after making her decision, looting all the books in the basement before escaping the orphanage and fleeing to
a very far place to begin her solo adventure.
"...That's how I killed someone for the first time, began to hate men, and began my solo adventures."
Aurora concluded her long story, now lying on the carpet staring bitterly at the top of the tent
.
"..." Having watched Aurora's expression from beginning to end, Phoebe slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and imagined
the pain Aurora had endured. Aurora not only told her why she came out, but also revealed all her
secrets that she shouldn't have told Phoebe. As if understanding something, Phoebe opened her eyes, crawled to Aurora's side, and gently hugged her little
head.
"Aurora, if it were me, I would never stand idly by," Phoebe whispered softly but firmly in Aurora's ear
. Aurora was deeply hurt by the deception and betrayal she suffered in the orphanage as a child. Feeling Aurora
's trust, Phoebe wanted to be her new support.
"Yes, thank you, Phoebe." Hearing these simple yet firm words, Aurora felt a sweet warmth in her heart
and instinctively hugged Phoebe's warm, slender waist. Phoebe felt Aurora's slightly trembling hands and knew she
must be very happy.
"(Sniffing)...Hehe...Phoebe smells so good." Hugging so close, Aurora
sniffed Phoebe's scent, who had just finished bathing.
"I...I use the same herb as you, Aurora must smell just as good...!"
Blushing and her heart pounding at Aurora's actions, Phoebe shyly released Aurora's head.
"Is that man really dead?" After a while, Phoebe calmed down and suddenly remembered that Aurora's experience was
unclear. She asked worriedly, wondering if the man might still be alive and seeking revenge.
"Absolutely dead. That guy was badly injured by my continuous magic." Aurora said with certainty, after all,
she was the one who did it.
"Did you hit any vital parts?" Phoebe gently pressed her finger against Aurora's firm, tender left breast, causing it to sink in,
and then moved to Aurora's forehead to ask. Aurora's left breast tickled from Phoebe's touch, and her body reflexively flinched.
"Of course... ah!" she answered subconsciously, recalling that when she attacked the man, the magic hit him directly
, but it didn't seem to hit any vital parts. It was her first time killing someone, and she hadn't even confirmed whether the person was truly dead.
"I will help you." Although Phoebe only said a very simple sentence, it contained
the determination she wanted to convey.
"Mm." Aurora knew what she meant and responded softly. The two of them quietly embraced each other.
"You've told me your most important secret, is that alright?" Phoebe was referring to the red book,
the source of Aurora's power. If someone with ulterior motives found out, a series of disasters would occur.
"Huh? The experience in the basement? No problem, no problem, because it's Phoebe listening, and that book
seems to have lost its power." Aurora responded while nuzzling Phoebe's shoulder with her cheek. Seeing how much Aurora
trusted her in her coquettish tone, Phoebe felt guilty. She
couldn't help but feel guilty for keeping so many things from Aurora, and began to apologize.
"I'm sorry." "Huh?" Aurora looked at Phoebe, who had suddenly let go of her, with a questioning expression. Phoebe suddenly 　　sat up straight
in front of her. 　　"...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Waa...I'm sorry..." Phoebe kept apologizing with her head down, 　　tears streaming down her face. The more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt, and the harder she cried, wiping away her tears with both hands. 　　"What...?...Huh? Eh? What happened? What happened?" The sudden situation left Aurora completely bewildered 　　. Wasn't the atmosphere just now wonderful, on the verge of intimacy? How come Phoebe, who was comforting her just moments ago, 　　suddenly turned into a tearful mess? 　　"Don't cry, Phoebe didn't do anything wrong. Why are you apologizing?" Aurora quickly stepped forward 　　, putting one arm around Phoebe's shoulder and patting her head to comfort her. Only after Phoebe calmed down did Aurora begin to ask. 　　"Actually, I lied...and hid a lot of things...actually, I'm someone who brings misfortune to those around me..." Slowly 　　composing herself, Phoebe gently recounted her crimes. Aurora placed her hand on Phoebe's trembling little hand to give her courage 　　to continue. 　　"I wasn't alone growing up; I had a complete family and grew up in a very good environment..." 　　Phoebe began to tell her everything. Her father was a nobleman named Farrell Findlay, a 　　marquis whose father possessed the strength of a level 9 sword god. From a young age, Phoebe received training in swordsmanship and martial arts from her father, 　　as well as magic from her father's friend, the Archmage. Her mother also taught her standard aristocratic etiquette, and she was always dressed in beautiful 　　clothes. Born into such a wealthy and perfect family, she was incredibly happy. 　　She also had a childhood sweetheart, a boy about her age, with whom she played together frequently. Phoebe 　　adored him, even saying she wanted to be his wife during playdates. However, her sweetheart seemed to prefer the older girl 　　, telling Phoebe he wanted to marry her, which saddened Phoebe for a while. This 　　happy period didn't last long. One summer when Phoebe was eight, her father brought 　　home a small bottle of unknown liquid, hurriedly placed it on the study table, closed the door, and ran to the bathroom. Eight- 　　year-old Phoebe, dressed in her little dress, saw this. The liquid in the small bottle was crystal clear and beautiful. Curious, Phoebe slipped into the study , closed the door, 　　and stared intently, discovering that the bottle was radiating a cold, chilling aura. 　　Because of the hot weather, Phoebe was surprised that her father had brought back ice-cold water. Could it be safe 　　to drink? After all, her mother had taught her not to eat unknown things from outside, but surely things at home were fine. 　　Thanking her father, she picked up the small bottle, opened it, and smelled the cool, fragrant aroma. 　　Just as Phoebe drank it, the study door suddenly opened, and her father, muttering "So refreshing!", opened the door, 　　just in time to see Phoebe drink the liquid. He shouted "No!" but it was too late; the liquid 　　was instantly absorbed by Phoebe.

One day, Phoebe was slapped by her father, the blow causing her to cry all day in pain. Later,
she learned that the slap was for an item her father had been holding onto for someone else, to be delivered to a buyer the next day. Punished and repentant,
Phoebe was confined to her home for a week. During this time, she discovered her strength had suddenly increased significantly, far beyond what
an eight-year-old girl could achieve.
On the night before her confinement ended, Phoebe eagerly changed into her light pajamas to go to bed, but she
noticed a commotion outside. Going outside, she realized it was the sound of a fight. Before Phoebe could understand
what was happening, her mother, still in her pajamas, rushed to her side, telling her to hide quickly, but it was too late.
A powerful man rushed forward and attacked her mother and Phoebe. Her mother shielded Phoebe with her body, preventing her from
being hurt, but she herself was severely injured and lost a lot of blood. The man, attracted by the mother's good looks, didn't kill her on the spot. Instead
, he tore her thin nightgown and repeatedly raped her in front of young Phoebe.
The severely injured mother, subjected to such violation, groaned in pain, yet her mother still comforted Phoebe, saying,
"Don't be afraid, I'll protect you." Phoebe was completely helpless, only able to cry. For her age
, it was remarkable she hadn't fainted from the shock. Gradually, her mother stopped
groaning and no longer offered comfort. Phoebe called out to her mother, but there was no response; she had stopped breathing. Just
as Phoebe continued calling for her mother and realized she was dead before her eyes, her father, Farrell
Findlay, finally appeared and slew the man who had raped and murdered her mother. After killing the man, the father discovered that his beloved
wife had died protecting their daughter. He gently picked up his wife, ignoring Phoebe, and left.
Phoebe later learned that these villains were drawn by her past mistakes; the buyers, believing her father intended to
embezzle the goods, launched the attack, despite her father's repeated explanations and pleas for mercy. In this incident,
not only did her mother die, but many servants, relatives, and friends were also killed, though her childhood sweetheart survived.
Several days passed as the family rebuilding began, and her father hadn't spoken a word to Phoebe. But one day,
he finally spoke to her, saying he would take her out to relax, and Phoebe could only obediently follow. Her father drove Phoebe
in a carriage towards the outskirts of the city. Along the way, Phoebe didn't know how to start a conversation with her father, and he remained silent. Before
she knew it, Phoebe had fallen asleep.
When she awoke, she was on a road in an unknown town, being carried in her father's arms like a princess
, her clothes changed into a simple, commoner's dress. Upon discovering Phoebe was awake, her father put her
down and began a serious discussion with her. Because of her situation, he could no longer support her and had to sever
ties with her; Phoebe would have to live alone from now on.
Eight-year-old Phoebe, of course, couldn't accept this and cried, begging her father for forgiveness and repeatedly apologizing. Her father, as if
he had already made up his mind, berated Phoebe, calling her an unfortunate girl and a disgrace to the Marquis of Findlay
, among other hurtful things. He told Phoebe not to follow him and then left.
Seeing her father about to leave, Phoebe, tears streaming down her face, instinctively followed, but her father quickened his pace.
Phoebe ran to catch up, but her father disappeared around the corner. She lost track of him
and began her solitary life.
"I still don't know the real reason my father abandoned me, so I've been searching for him
for seven years, but I still haven't found him. Maybe he really hates me... just because I
'm an unfortunate girl..."
"Phoebe isn't an unfortunate girl! There must be some mistake! I've been so
happy these past few days with you!" Phoebe's mood soured again, looking like she was about to cry. Aurora quickly
hugged her and comforted her. Aurora couldn't imagine what
a nightmare it would be to watch her mother be raped and murdered.
"It's not just that... when I was living alone, I also caused the people who helped me, and
the friends I made later, to be murdered one by one." Phoebe shook her head in response, continuing to recount her experiences living alone
.
Eight-year-old Phoebe, all alone, had reached level 5 in strength after being tempered by a mysterious liquid.
Despite her strength, Phoebe had absolutely no experience living alone and could only rely on her intelligence to avoid
being kidnapped and plotted against time and time again. She also became increasingly adept at distinguishing good from bad people, and even obtained
a katana while fighting off some villains. Fortunately, she had received her father's family swordsmanship training and could use it for self-defense.
Gradually, she met several kind older sisters at a restaurant in a certain town, and they became good friends. They provided her with food and lodging,
and Phoebe put down her katana and helped out with chores every day. By this time, Phoebe was already an eleven-year-old little girl. However, her good days did
n't last long. Less than a month after meeting the older sisters, tragedy struck when a fire broke out at the restaurant.
The fire occurred in the middle of the night, and the cause was unknown, possibly due to incomplete fire suppression. The sleeping
Phoebe was awakened by screams and coughs. Still in her pajamas, Phoebe rushed out of her room and immediately found
flames and thick smoke everywhere. She immediately used water magic to protect herself and tried to save her sisters, but it was already too late
.
Phoebe slept in the last room, so the fire reached her last. Her sisters' rooms had
already been burned down. However, Phoebe managed to rescue her older sister, who was a year older than her, from the next room. The others
were burned and suffocated on the spot, leaving only two homeless little girls.
The mentally stronger Phoebe encouraged her desperate sister and, once again, took up her katana and led
her on a journey. During this time, Phoebe, who possessed level 7 strength, diligently cared for and protected her sister. Less than
a week into their wanderings, the powerless twelve-year-old girl was
raped by a group of men while Phoebe briefly left to buy food.
Phoebe had only been gone for a few minutes when the thugs, who had been stalking the two little girls, discovered they were resting and
ran to gather their friends to attack them. Although the thugs returned with their accomplices and found one little girl missing,
they didn't care and proceeded to gang rape the twelve-year-old girl.
Actually, Phoebe had long suspected that a strange person was following them, but he hadn't shown any unusual behavior until now.
Phoebe, thinking it wouldn't take long to buy groceries, left her sister alone, only to find
long lines at every store. Anxious, Phoebe rushed back after buying the groceries, only to discover a group of men using
disgusting penises to penetrate her disheveled sister in three places. Lacking sexual knowledge, Phoebe only knew
that the men were assaulting their target.
Her only friend was being attacked in a manner reminiscent of her mother's death. In a fit
of rage, Phoebe drew her knife and killed her, easily overwhelming her opponent. Completely disregarding her emotions after the murder,
Phoebe rushed to her sister's side, hugging her and asking about her injuries, only to be violently pushed away, crying, "
Why are you alright? Why were you unharmed when everyone else burned to death in the restaurant fire
? Why am I being treated like this and you're still alright? Why, why, why?
It's you! It must be you! You ominous woman! You're the one who brought us this misfortune!"
Little Phoebe, falsely accused and verbally abused, felt wronged and her eyes welled up with tears. She had tried so hard, yet this was the
reward. Heartbroken, she left, crying. When Phoebe calmed down and returned to look for her sister
, she found her gone; she had been abandoned again. Similar experiences repeated themselves until fifteen-
year-old Phoebe met Aurora—this is now.
"Maybe all the bad things that have happened these past few days are my fault… I'm sorry…" Finally finishing her story,
Phoebe created a very tragic atmosphere. The two naked girls remained embracing in silence for a long time.
"Is it really unfortunate?" Aurora finally spoke after a long pause, releasing Phoebe with a questioning tone.
"What do you mean? Isn't it obvious? I not only hurt my mother… I was hated by my father… I also
hurt…" Faced with Aurora's inexplicable question, Phoebe answered remorsefully, lowering her head as she spoke of her mother and friends
, clearly feeling immense guilt.
"No way! On the contrary, Phoebe is a lucky girl." Aurora gently
lifted Phoebe's face with her hands, bringing her very close to her cheeks.
"Lucky?" Phoebe was bewildered by Aurora's actions and words, and could only look at her with wide, teary eyes.
"You see, no matter what happens, Phoebe always manages to be safe and sound. And because of good luck, her strength has increased
, hasn't it?" Aurora's expression was very gentle as she comforted Phoebe and wiped away her tears with her small hands
. Phoebe listened quietly, her eyes red.
"It's just that the people around you are a little unlucky. Unfortunate things happen often in this world,
but because Phoebe is so lucky, nothing bad has happened to her. And I don't think Phoebe's father abandoned you because he hated you
. Even if Phoebe really brings misfortune, I will overcome it and show you..." Aurora then
kissed Phoebe's cherry lips!
"Huh?!" Despite the atmosphere, Phoebe was still kissed by Aurora. Even though she'd kissed Aurora
many times before, she couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise, unsure what to do with her hands. This time, Aurora
wasn't too rough; it was just a simple lip-to-lip kiss. A few seconds later, Aurora's sweet lips
left Phoebe's cherry lips.
"Okay, don't think about it anymore. You're not an unfortunate girl, you're a lucky one. Don't cry anymore,
okay? It's so ugly to cry on such a pretty face!" Aurora patted Phoebe's head, smoothing her
long, light blue hair that was disheveled from crying.
"Mmm...okay...thank you..." Phoebe, her face flushed from the kiss, nodded obediently. She was
touched by Aurora's last words, knowing that Aurora truly cared for her. She wiped away her tears and stopped thinking about her unfortunate situation
.
"By the way! Phoebe, are you still looking for your father?" Aurora suddenly stood up and asked, her angle perfectly
framing Phoebe's delicate pink slit.
"Yes, actually, I've been looking for my father all along." Phoebe usually
looks for her father's face in the crowds on the streets of town, but she hasn't found him yet.
"Then let's travel the world together, adventuring and helping you find your father!"
After setting a shared goal, Aurora extended her right hand to Phoebe, who was sitting on the ground, as if inviting her.
"Okay! No matter what happens, I'll always be on Aurora's side." Phoebe smiled
and responded to Aurora, reaching out her right hand to take Aurora's.
"Wait! I forgot to ask, Phoebe, you don't still like that childhood friend, do you?" But
Aurora suddenly pulled her right hand back, her expression changing. She put her hands on her hips, feigning anger, as if to say, "I'm
jealous!"
"How could that be! I was just young and naive. It was just a friend's crush. Besides, we haven't
seen each other in so long, I've completely forgotten him. Even if we met again, I'd probably have to get to know him all over again!" Phoebe waved her hand and shook
her head excitedly. She didn't want Aurora to misunderstand her; she had a phobia of men and didn't like them at all
.
"Hehe...that's good." After hearing Phoebe's explanation, Aurora felt relieved and extended her right hand
for Phoebe to hold. The two girls smiled together.
"...But it's really unexpected. So Phoebe is a noble lady. No wonder she's so elegant sometimes." "
Really? I thought I was common enough. Looks like I have a lot to learn from you."
"Phoebe, just stay like this."
After their naked display of true feelings, the two girls understood each other better and became
close friends without any barriers. They shared all their secrets and private matters with each other. The two women had a very good relationship and
chatted all night until late. They lay down on the sheets, one holding the other's hand, facing each other, saying goodnight, and falling
asleep.
***************
In the early hours of the morning, with more than half the day left before dawn, a slightly overweight man dressed in black, carrying a dagger,
quietly arrived at Volker's house at 612, 7th Street.
"My dear Rebecca, I've come to rescue you~" the man
said softly, peering through the window. This man was clearly Pavel, one of the women Rebecca had been toying with.
Inside, Volker and Rebecca were fast asleep after several hours of passionate lovemaking. Volker held
the naked Rebecca in his arms like a pillow. His exhausted penis had
shrunk from Rebecca's warm body, still covered in their bodily fluids. Rebecca's swollen and red
vagina had also leaked a pool of white semen onto the bed.
After such a long intercourse, the sheets were a mess, and the blankets were even lying on the floor, showing
how intense Volker's thrusting had been.
Because Rebecca's back was to the window, Pavel couldn't see her face, but he could imagine that she was
secretly waiting for him to rescue her.
"Damn Volker, how could you do this to my wife!" Pavel said angrily, his face contorted
with rage.
Pavel moved to the door, broke the lock with his dagger, and sneaked in, tiptoeing towards the bed while
glancing around to see if anyone else was there. After confirming it was safe, Pavel began to scrutinize the two people on the bed, who reeked of lewdness.
Only then did he clearly see that Rebecca's beautiful sleeping face actually wore an expression of pure bliss. However, Pavel was mistaken. Rebecca had sensed 　　his presence
while he was still spying on the sleeping couple , and even knew what weapon he used and how he broke the lock to get in. When Pavel 　　reached the bedside, Rebecca secretly opened her eyes to observe him while he was looking around. She was amused to see him dressed in all black, looking rather chubby and 　　silly. 　　Unable to suppress her laughter, she was caught by Pavel, who assumed Rebecca had been tricked by Volk again to 　　be so happy. Enraged, he changed his mind about assassinating Volk, sheathed his dagger 　　, and took out rope to bind the naked Volk. Rebecca, pretending to be asleep, felt Volk being moved away from her 　　side, but she didn't react and continued lying down. 　　The alluring figure of the beautiful young girl Rebecca, completely naked, without Volker's body covering her, made Pavel drool 　　and stare wide-eyed. After binding Volker tightly and pushing him off the bed, Pavel kicked him to wake him. 　　"You fucking get up!" 　　"Damn it! What the hell did you do? Fuck! Untie me!" Pavel kicked Volker several times, 　　instantly waking him up and finding himself tightly bound. Faced with his completely immobile limbs, he 　　could only writhe and curse. 　　"Who is it? Why is it so noisy… Huh!?" Rebecca, unable to continue pretending to be asleep, could only feign 　　being woken by the shouting and ask, seemingly oblivious. Rebecca intentionally or unintentionally covered her 　　exposed genitals with her hands, which only attracted more attention. 　　"You're awake, my dear wife. I've taken care of this idiot. We'll have a good time later 　　to show this presumptuous fool." Pavel said to Rebecca with a smug look on his face, his foot planted on Volker's back 　　, while his lecherous gaze scanned her alluring naked body and full breasts. 　　"What are you saying... Don't do this! How could you do this! He's my man..." Rebecca looked 　　nervous, her face filled with worry as she looked at the stomped Volker. 　　"There's no need to be afraid anymore, my darling wife. This idiot is no longer a threat. After we've made love and proven 　　that you love him more, I'll kill him!" Pavel interrupted Rebecca before she could finish, stomping on Volker even harder as he spoke 　　, making a crazy declaration. 　　"Stop it, you son of a bitch! Do you know what you're doing?!" Volker, hearing his friend's intention to kill him, 　　twisted his body in agitation and continued to curse angrily. Volker continued trying to break free of the ropes, but they were incredibly strong 　　. A closer look revealed him sweating profusely with tension. 　　"You're fucking noisy! Shut up!" Pavel said, pulling down his pants and shoving his underwear 　　into Volker's mouth. His already erect penis sprang out as the underwear was removed, the tip 　　already oozing fluid. 　　"Ugh! Ugh ugh ugh!!!!" With the foreign object stuffed in his mouth, Volker couldn't speak, only able to make 　　whimpering sounds. Stuffed with the stench of urine and salted fish, Volker shed tears; men 　　's underwear was truly disgusting. 　　"You're crazy!" Rebecca seemed stunned by Pavel's actions, preparing to help Volker 　　remove his underwear, but Pavel suddenly sat on the bed, grabbing Rebecca with one arm and holding her head with the other, 　　and began to forcefully kiss her. 　　"Ugh!?...No...Ugh..." Rebecca managed to utter words of refusal as Pavel forcefully kissed her. 　　Her body didn't violently resist; she merely symbolically pushed Pavel away with her hands, as if 　　expressing her unwillingness. But this gentle push felt like a caress, making Pavel even more excited. 　　Pavel kissed Rebecca's beautiful lips while kneading her breasts, squeezing her soft, full breasts into various shapes. He even used two fingers to pinch and pull her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through Rebecca 　　, her legs 　　twisting incessantly. 　　His nimble, slippery tongue swirled in Rebecca's mouth, making soft, wet sounds as she blushed and her heart raced. Unable to withstand 　　the onslaught of pleasure, Rebecca began to subtly retaliate with her own tongue. After a while, Pavel released his tongue, 　　a shimmering silver thread connecting his thick tongue and her fragrant tongue, breaking off after a few seconds. 　　"Are you even looking? You idiot? From now on, Rebecca will be my darling wife, and we'll be 　　loving and affectionate forever. Just keep watching. Hmm, my wife's breasts are so delicious." Pavel 　　said to Volk, who was tied to the floor, then took Rebecca's breast in his mouth and savored it. 　　"Volk... um... Volk husband... don't look... ah... don't look at me... um... 　　not there... I'll feel it... ah ah..." Rebecca stretched out her hands to 　　cover Volk's face, but of course, the distance was not enough to block Volk's view. Volk, writhing under the bed, 　　could still see Rebecca's body being played with. Pavel freed one hand and touched Rebecca's private parts, teasing her already 　　wet vulva with his fingers. Rebecca immediately moaned with pleasure. 　　"Damn it! It's all that idiot's semen!" Pavel cursed 　　, feeling Rebecca's vagina become very wet and loose. Remembering that it was the semen Volker had ejaculated inside that couldn't flow out, he frantically dug and squeezed, trying to...

He scooped out the other men's semen.
"Ah...ah...no...this will go down...mmm...it will feel good...uh...
" Rebecca quickly reached pleasure and let out beautiful moans as his fingers dug and probed at various angles inside her sensitive and moist vagina
. Rebecca seemed to have given up resisting the man's strength and let Pavel play with her.
Just before Rebecca's pleasure accumulated to the point of orgasm, Pavel felt that the semen inside her vagina had been almost completely emptied,
so he stopped his finger movements. Pavel told Rebecca to lie face down on the edge of the bed, and Pavel was about to insert himself!
"Ugh!! Ugh ugh ugh!! Ugh ugh ugh!!!!" Just as Pavel was holding his erect penis and
sliding it up and down between the girl's pink labia, Volker became excited again. Seeing his
beloved girlfriend, whom he had just started dating, about to be violated by his ugly, fat friend, but he could do nothing but watch
helplessly as his friend's thick, short penis slowly entered his girlfriend's body.
"Oh! So tight! So good! My dear wife's little hole is definitely the most comfortable!" Pavel's thick, short
, and firm penis slowly parted Rebecca's pink labia and entered her warm, moist vagina, making Pavel
unable to help but praise her with pleasure.
"Ugh...it's in...this shouldn't be...Volker...I'm sorry..."
Being violated from behind by Pavel in front of her (fake) boyfriend, even though she knew it was wrong, Rebecca still didn't
resist and apologized to Volker, because she was quite excited in this situation.
"Ugh...ugh..." Volker made a painful sound. His beloved lover was clearly pregnant with his
child, yet she was tightly connected with another man, and his lover couldn't resist him,
which made Volker's hatred for Pavel grow stronger and stronger.
Pavel began to thrust from behind Rebecca, and the pleasure from her vagina made Rebecca begin to moan with enjoyment.
Volker under the bed could only stare at the point where the two were joined, watching his penis go in and out of her tender hole. But if
anyone had looked at Volker at this moment, they would have noticed that he was actually erect! This guy
was excited to see his girlfriend being violated.
He continued thrusting like this for almost ten minutes, during which Volker twisted down to Rebecca's legs,
rubbing his face against her calves as if trying to help her. Rebecca, however, was focused on enjoying her pleasure and didn't pay
him any attention; she had already reached her third orgasm. Just then, Pavel's hips began to move faster and
harder, clearly a prelude to orgasm and ejaculation.
(To be continued)

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