The Butterfly Effect - Chapter Thirty-Five: Seeking Benevolence

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Zhan Ying took a deep breath beside her face, and before Yang Youyou could react further, he sealed her lips with his again.
The kiss was intense and passionate, his tongue seemed to burn, especially after Yang Youyou forced herself not to resist, and every place he touched sent shivers of pleasure through her.
"Don't lie to me... Anyone can lie to me, but only you, only you can't..." Zhan Ying's voice was hoarse from the burning desire that had once again ignited passion. His two large hands lingered and caressed Yang Youyou's body until he grasped her trembling, round breasts again, and finally, as if he had obtained a treasure, he indulged in caressing and playing with them.
Things had far exceeded Yang Youyou's expectations, and it made her vaguely certain once again that the person in front of her definitely had mental problems. Perhaps in his mind, they weren't strangers at all, but rather ambiguous partners with countless intimate details. Even worse, he might have already imagined even more fictional scenarios, including rationalizing all his criminal acts.
"What's your name?" The other person buried their head in her neck, kissing and licking. Yang Youyou continued, her breath trembling, trying her best to maintain the most reasonable restraint. "You...you still won't tell me?"
Zhan Ying seemed not to hear her, his wet and burning lips and tongue roaming down the curves of her body, her pink nipples quietly standing erect between his fingers, which he then gently sucked on in a dazed manner.
A warm, tingling sensation spread from her nipples to her entire body. Yang Youyou gently pushed against his strong, supple chest. The man's firm muscles tensed up suddenly at her touch, startling her so much that she withdrew her hand.
He was too guarded and his logic was extremely cautious. Unless he was having an episode, he probably wouldn't reveal any useful information to her. The repeated back-and-forth battles instilled a sense of passive acceptance in Yang Youyou. Legal provisions related to the case flashed through her mind, and previously read cases piled up. The more she thought about it, the more she felt she was wasting her energy fighting. But within three seconds, she immediately slapped away that exhausted, wanting-to-escape self. Because she knew that once a person chooses to fall into depravity, their future will only be a downward spiral.
Once, twice, three times, four times. In the end, they end up surrounded by sour, stinking garbage, sadly defending themselves by saying, "Look, this is how people are supposed to be."
Her life shouldn't be like this. Absolutely not! Even if it means being at odds with everyone, even if she ultimately loses everything because of him, a living person won't die from being suffocated by excrement.
"You...you don't want me...to call your name?" Yang Youyou mustered her courage again and placed her hand on his shoulder and arm. She had never been so intimate with her ex-boyfriend and didn't even know any persuasive methods to refer to. But these words touched the softest spot in Zhan Ying's heart without her having expected it.
"Don't you want me to call your name?" These words were more intimate than any sweet nothings. Zhan Ying's heart pounded, his breath catching in his throat, making him feel like he was about to boil.
"Are you seducing me?" Warm breath spread from Yang Youyou's chest. Zhan Ying released her breasts and continued to lick downwards with his burning lips and tongue.
Her long legs, which had never had a chance to come together, were spread even wider by him. His nimble tongue pressed against her inner thighs and began to rotate and tease her. The tip of his tongue probed into her vagina and poked and prodded, forcing Yang Youyou to reveal all her feelings, even though she tried her best to remain true to herself.
Her body trembled with pleasure, her face alternating between hot and cold as reason and desire clashed. One moment she was pale and bluish-white, the next she was flushed and itchy. Yang Youyou's mind twisted briefly, wondering why she couldn't just treat him like a vibrator now that things had come to this. But as the man's licking became more and more frantic, her clitoris swelled and trembled under his tongue, causing her to frantically press her hands against his forehead, her legs trembling, and she couldn't help but let out a sweet, seductive nasal sound.
A brief moment of clarity flashed in Zhan Ying's bloodshot eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the allure of her little cunt at the entrance. "Your little cunt is kissing me again. Does it mean you like me?"
"No, it's not fair... You... know everything about me, but I... I know nothing about you... You ask me if I like you... but I don't even know who you are..." All the meaningless questions were swept from Yang Youyou's mind. If she didn't find a way to gain an advantage now, she really wouldn't even know how she died. "Hmm... You say you like me... is it real liking... or is it that you like... the feeling of being raped..."
“Yang Youyou, you’re too cunning…” Zhan Ying couldn’t say he knew her very well, but he knew that if she continued to act like this, he would definitely be willing to expose himself.
Cunning? Who's really the cunning one? To her, his "like" was essentially no different from "hate." Does cruelty somehow become embellished and embellished with a facade of "beauty," creating a mere illusion? He had driven her to the brink, yet wouldn't let her die a quick death, then meticulously planned and casually tossed out a sliver of so-called hope, compelling her, who saw no light in the darkness, to chase after it relentlessly!
She desperately wanted to protest, to scream out her true feelings, but she couldn't. Having come this far, she couldn't afford to squander the little advantage she'd painstakingly built. Meanwhile, the intense pleasure intensified in Yang Youyou's mind. She couldn't push him away; her body, once again overwhelmed by desire, gradually tensed. She could feel his tongue intensely pressing and rubbing against her hard, sensitive area between her legs—a sensation that was both tingling and numb, both sore and itchy. Each sucking and lick made her writhe uncontrollably, on the verge of screaming.
"Tell me, is it good?" Zhan Ying's slightly hoarse voice carried a unique seductive quality. His breathing was heavy and scorching, and his erection, hard as a rock, throbbed repeatedly. "You know what I want, and you know what I want to hear. Give it to me, and I'll tell you..."
Bastard—! He's an utterly wicked bastard! Yang Youyou was about to cry. The more she tried to suppress this feeling, the more the other person seemed to understand her thoughts. His wet, long tongue relentlessly rubbed against her vulnerable area and sucked hard. The more she tried to hold onto her true self, the more he wanted to drag her into the abyss and tear apart the strong shell she had painstakingly built.
"Tell me...don't you want me to believe you, Yang Youyou?" He aimed at her erect clitoris and sucked and flicked it hard, even using two fingers to pry open her throbbing opening and pull and squeeze it back and forth. Yang Youyou was made to cry out, her naked body trembling uncontrollably.
Her sensitive inner thighs were already tingling with pain from the man's cruel and lewd play. Yang Youyou was really about to lose it. She could hear her private parts being licked and sucked by him, making a 'gurgling' sound. The pleasure was accumulating more and more, and it was about to completely crush her reason!

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