Transformation into a Cultivator - Chapter 20: Wang Yong Pays Back the Money

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Transformation into a Cultivator - Chapter 20: Wang Yong Pays Back the Money.

　Feigning fear, he covered his face with his hands and pleaded with the Japanese man, "Please don't slash my face, please."

　Seeing me begging, he assumed I was easy to bully and simply pressed a fruit knife against my face, yelling, "You filthy bitch, take off your clothes and make me happy, then I'll let you go. Otherwise, hehe."

　I chuckled inwardly, wondering who would let whom go. I continued to play the fool, taking off my clothes as he told me to. The little girl thought I was scared, which was why I was taking off my clothes. She shouted at me, "Sister, no, don't take them off! He won't dare do anything to us!"

　Seeing her stop me from taking off my clothes, the Japanese man slapped her hard across the face, saying fiercely, "Shut up! If you dare say another word, I'll fuck you first!"

　To my surprise, the girl was very tough. She looked at me and said to the Japanese man, "No, you bastard! If you're going to do something, do me first! Let my sister go!" After saying that, she started taking off her own clothes.

　 I secretly admired the girl's character. I couldn't let her suffer any loss, so I quickly took off my clothes and timidly asked him, "Should I take off my pants too?"

　"Yes, take them off, all of them, even my underwear," the Japanese man said happily. He glanced at the girl next to me and said, "Don't rush, I'll do it to you later, hahaha."

　His laughter annoyed me. I took off my pants and underwear, standing naked in front of him, and said in a tearful voice, "Don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want." At this point, the girl was completely disappointed in my performance and just stared blankly at me.

　"Kneel down and help me take off my pants," he continued to yell at me.

　I quickly knelt down and unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants and underwear. A tiny, limp penis stood erect in front of me. He held a knife to my neck and said, "Suck it in your mouth. If I feel your teeth touch it, I'll cut your throat."

　I looked at him with teary eyes and nodded, taking it into my mouth. With my oral skills, his penis grew a little, and he made sounds like "Oh, oh... ah..." from the stimulation. After

　a while, he made me kneel on the ground, kneeling behind me at my buttocks, and forcefully inserted it into my vagina from behind. It was so thin and small that I felt no pleasure at all, so I secretly used my "Forget-Me-Not" technique.

　My older sister and I had resolved never to use such techniques on anyone, but the Japanese man was an exception. It was difficult for me to reach orgasm, and he ejaculated under the stimulation of my "Forget-Me-Not" technique.

　By this time, the girl I had rescued had turned her back, unable to bear watching me being raped. The Japanese man seemed to be in a better mood after ejaculating, so I pleaded with him, "Do you want more? I can give you more if you want, but please let that girl go, okay? She's still young."

　He was completely under my control and agreed to my request without hesitation, letting me and the girl go. The girl helped me get dressed and helped me down the mountain. On the way down, I intentionally left a business card at the scene. As we walked down, the girl said, "Hurry up and get down the mountain, let's go call the police." '

　Call the police'? I hadn't even considered it. I put on a troubled expression and said to her, "Let's not. We did it, but I still have to face people. If you call the police, everyone will know I was raped. How can I face people after that?"

　"What? You're not going to call the police? That's letting him off easy! I'm not willing to accept that!" Seeing that I refused to call the police, she immediately said to me.

　"Miss, it seems like I was the one who was raped. I'm not resentful at all, so why are you resentful? Please, I'm begging you, you absolutely cannot tell anyone about this." I didn't want to argue with her anymore.

　Since I'd already said that, she was too embarrassed to say anything more. After all, I had saved her with my body. She gave me a phone number and took out three thousand yuan from her purse, forcibly stuffing it into my bag. I tried to refuse, but it was no use, so I just let her have it.

　"If anything happens in the future, you must call me. Thank you for saving me," she said gratefully.

　I smiled and said, "I will." Then we parted ways. After returning home, I felt a little uneasy about using such a lewd technique as the Forget-Worry Kung Fu for the first time. I called Sister Su and told her about what happened that afternoon. She was very happy that I did that. Sister Su and the Zhao sisters had all witnessed the crimes committed by the Japanese army at Tsinghua University.

　Finally, I found a comforting saying: The Buddhists say, "The reason for executing a murderer is not because the murderer deserves to die, but to prevent more people from being killed." I think I felt the same way. The reason I used the "Forget-Worry Technique" on that Japanese man wasn't because he raped me, but to prevent other girls from being raped.

　After figuring this out, I felt much better. I went out and bought groceries, making a very sumptuous dinner for my parents. Seeing how much food was prepared, my mother asked me curiously, "What's going on today? Why are you so happy, making so many dishes?"

　I smiled and didn't say anything. Suddenly, my mother said something that shocked me: "You brat, are you dating someone?"

　Dating? I was speechless. I'd only been a woman for a short time, and my mother was already worried about my marriage. I shook my head at her and said, "No, don't talk nonsense."

　"No, really?" My mother didn't believe me.

　"Really, no." I raised my voice, expressing my dissatisfaction with my mother's distrust.

　"No, no, why are you yelling like that? But seriously, you really should get a boyfriend, you're not getting any younger." And so she started lecturing me again.

　I'm most afraid of her sonic attacks, so I quickly covered my ears and shouted, "Stop talking! I don't want one, I'm still young!"

　My mom didn't understand why I was so against dating, so she just sighed and said, "Fine, don't talk about it then. Eat your food. Seriously, our daughter's cooking is getting better and better; she'll definitely find a good husband someday."

　I ignored her, finished eating, washed the dishes, and went online in my room. I hadn't been online for a long time since becoming a woman. When I opened QQ, many people sent me messages asking why they hadn't seen me lately. I lied and said I had left my hometown for another city and wouldn't be back for a long time.

　Suddenly, a picture of a bearded man flashed in the lower right corner of my computer screen. I clicked on it and saw it was my good friend Wang Yong. He's been my best friend since junior high, over six feet tall, covered in black hair, and a master fighter since school. Whenever I got bullied, he was always the one who stood up for me. Now he's a small-time boss in a triad company.

　I explained to him why I hadn't shown up for so long, and he asked, "How am I going to pay you back the ten thousand yuan I owe you?"

　He mentioned it, and I suddenly remembered that he had borrowed ten thousand yuan from me not long before I became a woman. After thinking for a moment, I said, "Forget it. I'm not in Nanjing right now, and I don't know when I'll be able to go back."

　"How can I do that? I can't say anything about other people's money, but I definitely have to pay back yours, brother," he typed in QQ.

　"If you really want to pay me back, just bring it to my house. You know my family." I typed to him again.

　"Okay, I'll bring it to your family in a bit." He logged off after saying that. I ignored him. He owed me so much money, and he never actually paid me back. I continued browsing the internet. "Ding-dong," the doorbell rang. "Who is it so late?" I muttered to myself. I ran to the living room and looked through the peephole. It was Wang Yong, here to pay me back. This time it was for real. That was fast.

　I opened the door and pretended not to recognize him, asking, "Who are you looking for?"

　"I'm Wang Qiang's good friend. I borrowed money from him last time, and I'm here to pay him back." As soon as this guy saw me, his eyes started wandering, darting around my chest. I knew he'd been sleeping around with women since he was fourteen, claiming to have slept with women from fourteen to forty. He was a complete lecher.

　I turned around and shouted loudly towards my dad's bedroom, "Uncle—someone's here looking for my cousin." Hearing me call him uncle, my dad immediately ran out of his bedroom. When he saw it was Wang Yong, he immediately invited him into the living room. I went to the kitchen to make them some tea. They talked for a while about me, and then Wang Yong took out the money and returned it to my dad. My dad put the money away, and Wang Yong sat for a while before leaving.

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