The Imprisoned Literary Girl (Author: annheme)

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Author: annheme

After school, as usual, Chu Ling left her schoolbag in her desk drawer, carrying only a favorite book,
ignoring the youthful atmosphere filled with club activities throughout the campus, and silently walked back to her dormitory with her head down.

In the coastal city of K, the unique new urban area along the blue sea and sky is home to K
High, the city's top key high school, where dormitory beds are extremely difficult to obtain. K High requires all students
to live on campus, and all boarding students pay the expensive accommodation fees equally, but the dormitory conditions
are drastically different according to the students' excellence.

K High's dormitory building has a total of 7 floors, with a solemn and simple exterior like a museum, but stepping inside is like
entering a dream, magnificent and luxurious. This is the elite student floor known as the "City of Angels." Each unit has a floor area of over
200 square meters, and students can freely customize luxurious furniture. Catering and housekeeping services are all available, with gigabit network access, and
a special car for picking up students when they leave school. Only five students —the student council president elected by popular vote, the chief representative
of the Communist Youth League , the representative of the club with the most and largest accumulated honors and awards, and the top scorers in both arts and sciences—live on this floor. 　　Above them are the luxurious second floor, the elegant third floor, the simple fifth floor, the shabby sixth floor, and the unbearable seventh floor. There is no elevator in the entire building; students living on the upper floors must humiliatingly climb each floor, experiencing the gap between ability and social status. The seventh floor, in particular, consists of only one large room crammed with three bunk beds, offering no other facilities. Over 600 male and female students share a single toilet and washroom . Aside from the toilet and washroom, there is no running water or electricity. Heaven knows these miserable students are top students from various key junior high schools around K City. K High School is highly controversial because of this system, but its strong academic strength, exceptionally high college entrance rate, and frequent exposure to gold medals in various global competitions make its position unshakeable. 　　K-High School divides students into classes based on their academic ability, allowing students to freely choose which class to attend based on their proficiency in a subject. Therefore, there are no grade-level distinctions, and exams are standardized across the entire school. Some initially worried that this system would lead to older students, having completed several years of schooling, dominating younger students and creating unfairness. However, in practice, a few precocious geniuses consistently emerge, defying expectations. 　　Chu Ling, the 15-year-old top scorer in the humanities, is one such example. 　　Chu Ling walks silently, head down, bangs obscuring her eyes, her delicate face exuding a slightly mysterious and serene aura. Her long, black hair reaches her waist, her petite figure appearing and disappearing in the swaying wind . Her white shirt and blue skirt school uniform are casually draped over her shoulders, making her appear like a lost fairy, breathtakingly beautiful. 　　Even just her silhouette on a crowded street would attract attention. However, Chu Ling seemed to be born without popularity. She casually walked through the deserted old school buildings, and the literary club and other organizations that frequented the old buildings almost never bumped into her. She grew up in an orphanage, without parents or friends. She was a voracious reader but never liked to show off. Among the many legends of K High School, she was probably the most unapproachable. 　　Chu Ling walked silently into the brightly lit dormitory, and stood before the door of her own room, where the lighting was soft and elegant, and the door was decorated with cherry blossoms and epiphyllum flowers. The room number was handwritten by her, the handwriting simple yet sweet— "Night Cherry Blossom Illusion." 　　Standing before this door, she closed her eyes, somewhat reluctantly recalling a quiet, even boring, day on campus, and then mustered her courage to push the door open. 　　That person was already sitting in the lobby waiting. 　　That person was Ruan Jiangyin, the chief representative of the Communist Youth League. 　　Positions like the chief representative, appointed by higher-ups, were usually taken by sexy, beautiful, cheerful, and sunny socialites. Ruan Jiangyin, a boy, was academically excellent and handsome, but his family was poor and he had no political connections, so he shouldn't have been able to reach his current position. 　　Seventeen-year-old Ruan Jiangyin was now a senior in high school. His meteoric rise began a month ago when Chu Ling enrolled and he was a little distracted, and when he turned his head, he saw the girl next to him engrossed in reading. A gentle breeze from the window blew her bangs aside, and in that instant, Ruan Jiangyin was overwhelmed with emotion. 　　Her eyes were a light brown, unfathomable yet crystal clear, like cherry blossoms that had forgotten their direction and drifted into the depths of the night sky, a breathtakingly beautiful illusion of night cherry blossoms. 　　That night, he went to the chaotic old town to buy ether and aphrodisiacs, and arranged for thugs and a black motorcycle for emergencies . The next day after school, he followed Chu Ling back to her dormitory from the library, drugged her, and forced her to take aphrodisiacs. He then took numerous lewd photos of her and had them delivered to lecherous high-ranking officials. The following day, Fu Zhenglei, the municipal party secretary , appointed Ruan Jiangyin as the head of the Youth League for the year. Ruan Jiangyin, true to her word, delivered Chu Ling's 14-year-old virginity to a hotel designated by Fu Zhenglei. 　　Ruan Jiangyin thus became Fu Zhenglei's confidante. They arranged for Chu Ling to work part-time as a librarian at K University, which was directly under Fu Zhenglei's jurisdiction. Ruan Jiangyin was responsible for delivering her there daily, while Fu Zhenglei set up a secret room in the library's top-floor storage room and threatened to release all the lewd photos if Chu Ling refused. 　　The so-called truth is often so simple that it's repulsive. This kind of life had been going on for over a month . Although Fu Zhenglei was lecherous, he was, after all, quite old, and even his sexual gratification wasn't too intense. As people gradually aged, they began to cherish and care for her, and always generously gave her large sums of pocket money . Chu Ling slowly began to accept it. 　　When Fu Zhenglei didn't need her, she would stay in the K University library to read. When someone asked, she would help as a librarian. When she got tired of reading, she would simply sleep in the secret room. To her, that secret room deep in the library sometimes felt more like home than this complicated, dark, and glamorous residence. 　　Thinking this, Chu Ling sighed softly and said to Ruan Jiangyin, who was sitting upright on her bed , "Let's go to the car. I'll change my clothes and leave right away." 　　Ruan Jiangyin didn't move. 　　Chu Ling raised her head slightly, her bangs obscuring her questioning gaze. 　　"Just change your clothes," Ruan Jiangyin said. 　　Chu Ling didn't immediately understand Ruan Jiangyin's intention. She raised her head to look directly at the sitting Ruan Jiangyin, her thin head...

Behind her hair, cherry blossom-colored pupils gleamed faintly.

It had been over a month since she last saw those eyes. Ruan Jiangyin secretly admired her own
extraordinary .

"Hurry up and change your clothes."

Ruan Jiangyin's expression and voice remained unchanged, still with his usual sanctimonious demeanor, but
Chu Ling roughly understood what he wanted.

"Impossible." "She said softly, somewhat wearily.

Ruan Jiangyin quickly stood up and strode over to Chu Ling. Before she could even think or react, Ruan
Jiangyin grabbed her long hair, forcing her to lift her face, and then gazed intently into those
eyes that had haunted him since their first meeting.

Ruan Jiangyin closed his eyes, Chu Ling's breathtakingly beautiful face vividly before him, and he
pressed his lips, burning with desire, to hers.

Chu Ling turned to dodge, but before she could react, Ruan Jiangyin forcefully pulled her hair and then
kicked her hard in the abdomen with his knee.

At first, she seemed to feel only a slight tremor, followed by excruciating pain, and her body went limp.

"Ah..."

Chu Ling didn't even have the strength to scream. She curled up on the ground, tears welling in her eyes, the burning
pain spreading from her abdomen to her lower body, where beads of sweat trembled and seeped out.

Ruan Jiangyin scooped up the trembling, sobbing girl and roughly threw her onto the bed. He then
forced her to kneel, her arms around her. The girl breathed weakly, leaning softly against him. Ruan Jiangyin impatiently
kicked off his school uniform shoes and jumped onto the bed. The soft, cast-iron bed sank under his strong body
, and the girl fell back towards where she had been leaning. Her petite body hit the floor, her school uniform skirt flipping
up, revealing her slender, white legs draped over the bed, trembling as she tried to close them. However,
a , revealing glimpses of white underwear with a light green leaf pattern.

"Spread your legs," Ruan Jiangyin commanded.

The girl groaned and turned to her side, her thin, long hair obscuring her face. Her legs slid off the bed, but
remained firmly together, albeit weakly.

Ruan Jiangyin didn't repeat himself. He leaned over the edge of the bed, grabbed the girl's arm, and pulled her up almost
effortlessly . He then threw her back onto the bed, grabbed her slightly
protruding, underdeveloped breasts, and pinched them viciously.

"Ah!...Ah—"

the girl cried out in agony, struggling desperately, but quickly succumbed to exhaustion and
collapsed . Her skin was soaked with sweat, like silk glistening with dew, almost transparently white,
flushed pink with pain.

Ruan Jiangyin tore the girl's school uniform shirt, bra, and skirt in turn. The girl struggled to grab the blanket
to cover herself, but as she curled up against her chest, Ruan Jiangyin straightened up and
slammed his elbow down on her ovaries.

The girl let out a hoarse,
pleading . She lay sprawled on the bed, her lips almost bloodless, uttering weak, breathless gasps.

Thus, the prey was captured. Ruan Jiangyin, with the air of a victor, got out of bed and went to the kitchen
to find the tools to train her prey.

Chu Ling didn't know why she had woken up—was it the burning pain spreading from her ovaries deep in her lower abdomen, or
the itchy pleasure emanating from her slightly moist clitoris, or perhaps she had committed some unforgivable
sin in her past life, forced to endure this humiliation while fully conscious—the abuser who had tormented her all afternoon was now bending down and licking
her genitals.

A little over a month ago, after losing her virginity to Fu Zhenglei, that wicked yet gentle middle-aged man
had also bent down and licked her genitals in the same way, his somewhat weary tongue, after his release, repeatedly stroking
the small pink wounds around her tender vulva—tears caused by
the forced insertion of an oversized adult man's penis into her underdeveloped, small genitals.

Fu Zhenglei wasn't the kind of man skilled at arousing women; his licking was less like oral sex and more like a tender soothing gesture after
his release . Whenever he did that, he was always captivated by Chu Ling's fragrance. From her hair to
her toes , and even her genitals, which often had a slightly fishy smell, were all enveloped in a faint, sweet scent like gardenias.

This fragrance and that man now seemed like a deep, lingering romance, an unattainable
dream. Right now, licking her private parts, possessing the fragrance and nectar, was
a beast far more frenzied and cruel than that weary middle-aged man.

The beast would tease her with its nimble tongue, rub against her with its hot, dry tongue, and sometimes suddenly bite her,
causing her to nearly faint in pain before releasing its teeth and soothing her with the soft, moist back of its tongue.
Unlike Fu Zhenglei, who only knew how to thrust and release, the beast treated her clitoris as a beautiful but cheap toy,
playing with it without any pity.

After being repeatedly tormented and comforted for over ten minutes, Chu Ling could no longer hold back her moans. Just as her
first groan escaped her humiliating gasps, a stream of clear, warm fluid gushed from her trembling vagina.

She had never experienced such a powerful orgasm, such a painful one.

When Chu Ling opened her eyes again, it was completely dark. While she was unconscious, Ruan Jiangyin had
washed into a light green and light blue sheer nightgown. Her long hair was neatly combed and
lay quietly on her left side. An amber-colored nightlight was lit on the bedside table on her right. The main light in the room was off, and the curtains were
drawn. If it weren't for the spasms in excruciating pain and the blood-tinged fluid dripping from her lower body, Chu Ling might have
thought it was all just a nightmare.

In fact, it was a nightmare, but it was real, and difficult to wake up from.

"You're awake," Ruan Jiangyin said impatiently. He lay beside Chu Ling, his right hand across her
long hair, pressing against her left breast, feeling her weak, rapid heartbeat.

"We went a bit too far just now. If we continue, she might die suddenly," Ruan Jiangyin
said without any emotion.

His guess was correct; Chu Ling's heart was very weak and could fail at any time. The
rather excessive way Ruan Jiangyin had described was to insert a serrated steak knife into her vagina and then
press the G-spot on the upper wall of her vagina with the blade.

As the blade embedded itself into the tender flesh of her G-spot, Ruan Jiangyin attached a coffee maker to the handle, setting it to
the highest setting to vibrate the knife. Using the blood and vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina, Ruan Jiangyin
stimulated her sensitive clitoris with his right hand, while his left hand and mouth gently caressed her budding breasts.
Soon, Chu Ling climaxed again, her vagina tightening and clamping the blade, causing her to faint again from the intense pain.

To prevent Chu Ling from going into shock, Ruan Jiangyin performed standard artificial respiration, but did not release
her lips afterward. Her small mouth was as soft and sweet as the rest of her body; her delicate tongue was incredibly moist, thin
and soft like cherry blossom petals. Ruan Jiangyin imagined these tiny petals licking his penis, and
his erection swelled to the point of almost bursting. He pinched Chu Ling's cheeks, and her pale pink lips parted slightly. Ruan Jiangyin's thick
penis could only penetrate a small portion of its head, but the warm, soft touch was dreamlike. He was somewhat surprised, but
unable to resist, he ejaculated. Some of the thick semen flowed into the girl's throat, while most of it dripped down her lips,
hanging on her beautiful long hair and slender shoulders.

Ruan Jiangyin was far from being a man of tenderness; his washing and resting were merely preparations for enjoying the finally arrived
main course.

Ruan Jiangyin lay on top of Chu Ling, pressing down on her delicate fingertips with his strong knees, his once again
swollen penis pressing aggressively against Chu Ling's clean, hairless, pale pink labia. By this time, Chu Ling only
had the strength left for soft panting and moaning. Her weak and fragrant breaths stimulated Ruan Jiangyin's uncontrollable desire.
He thrust his penis all the way in, his hard shaft forcibly breaking through the cervix. The large glans forcefully
entered the uterus, and cherry-colored blood and the constantly secreted love fluid slowly covered the entire penis,
flowing down to the testicles and the bed.

Chu Ling's vagina contracted like a sucking action, the wounded tender flesh tightly wrapping around the penis, trembling and
writhing . Ruan Jiangyin thrust forcefully twice, pressing tightly against Chu Ling's pubic bone, and ejaculated his hot semen
into the small uterus. Chu Ling's cheeks flushed, and her already very weak body still couldn't help but arch,
the contracting uterine walls squeezing out semen, splattering it everywhere.

Ruan Jiangyin forcibly pulled out his semen-covered penis and forcefully inserted it into Chu Ling's small mouth, which couldn't
close . Her little tongue and breath excited him again.

He thrust his even larger penis into her vagina again, pumping passionately. Each time,
he would pull his penis out completely and then plunge it in all the way, the torn and injured tender flesh being
squeezed and rubbed by the increasingly large glans, bringing her even greater stimulation. Her eyes gradually became hazy, her originally fair and
slightly cool body turning pink and moist in the warmth, each soft moan a sweet groan. Every few thrusts, she would tremble and arch her body, reaching orgasm. As he was about to ejaculate,
he leaned down and kissed her budding lips, like clouds meeting cherry blossoms, he was so moved he almost cried, his gushing
semen seeming to express all the shame and bitterness of his life, filling her womb and vagina before continuing to throb and
shoot out. Her broken body still warmly embraced him, her humiliated, silent lips still
kissed him, her eyes gazed at him tenderly, still that light brown, breathtakingly beautiful,
like a night-blooming cherry blossom.

At that moment, he finally felt relieved.

Thank you. I'm sorry.

The next morning, Ruan Jiangyin got up early and presented
Ai Li with the photos and videos of Chu Ling and Fu Zhenglei's sexual encounter that she had secretly taken earlier. She also
told the housekeeper in the school dormitory that the noise from Chu Ling's room next door had disturbed her sleep the previous night. Chu Ling was
expelled , and Ruan Jiangyin immediately became the top liberal arts student. Ai Li did everything she could to take revenge, Fu Zhenglei was quickly placed under investigation, the tall
and handsome Ruan Jiangyin comforted Ai Li at the right time, Ruan's father, who worked as a low-level clerk in the municipal government's investment promotion office, was promoted
to the municipal party committee, and Ruan Jiangyin's sister, Ruan Heyin, moved into Chu Ling's dormitory as a representative of the Youth League.

Homeless Chu Ling becomes a full-time librarian at K University, imprisoned in a secret room from the past,
like a lost elf in the mortal world, flapping her wings and bound by chains.

Good novel! Thanks for your hard work, author! I laughed when I first saw "Party Secretary Fu Zhenglei" in the novel; is this a veiled reference to Lei Zhengfu of Chongqing? Great, I support the author!

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