Gentle Tyranny

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Misspanda on Songshan Road is a lakeside Western restaurant located on a hillside, accessible by a small pebble path. There's no sign on the street, and most people are unlikely to know that such a place exists in the park area on the south bank of Xiyue Lake. It's actually a meticulously designed private Western restaurant under the Wanqing Group, featuring only 10 four-person tables, all in private rooms to ensure privacy. The almost haphazard, continuous design ensures that all rooms have floor-to-ceiling windows and glass ceilings, offering stunning views of the romantic night view of Xiyue Lake and the starry sky, without disturbing or allowing any view of other rooms. Prices for drinks and dishes are not listed; only the style and strength are indicated, all in Chinese, English, and French. The waiters are all handsome, tall, and athletic young men in their early twenties. They will politely and concisely introduce the daily specials before quietly leaving the rooms; they will not disturb you unless you ring the bell.

Behind the restaurant, there are actually two lakeside hotel suites, theoretically for guests to stay overnight. Of course, this so-called rest in such an environment is usually for wealthy men with female companions. In this upscale setting that would impress most women, after dinner and drinks, if they are too tired to move, they can go directly to the rooms to fulfill their "romantic" or even rougher purposes.

Chuan Yue usually wouldn't come to Misspanda. Since he didn't have a female companion, he naturally wouldn't be crazy enough to come here alone. But today, he was determined to bring Zhou Jin, and even used his connections to call the CEO of Wanqing Company to reserve a private room and suite for him.

He could tell that Zhou Jin wasn't some country bumpkin from the sports world who had never seen the world. From her clothing and cosmetics, he could tell that although this woman's economic conditions weren't particularly good, she still had a lot of taste and probably frequented places like Topfuncenter. However, he was confident that Misspanda, an environment that only the truly upper class knew how to enjoy, would still make Zhou Jin feel overwhelmed.

This was easily confirmed: this girl, still somewhat innocent and conservative at heart, didn't have the heart to refuse the red wine, and even blushed when she sat down. She was slightly at a loss: because she had actually taken a taxi there. After all, taking a taxi to a place like this was somewhat impolite and embarrassing. And her clothes, although very attractive because of her beauty and figure, were somewhat incongruous with the environment.

They ate, tasted wine, exchanged pleasantries, laughed, and talked about documentaries and their respective lives. Chuan Yue kept looking at Zhou Jin across the table. He smiled politely and elegantly, and seemed slightly shy. He appeared to be just a well-mannered, newly promoted rich second-generation civil servant pursuing a beautiful young woman.

Even now, after two small glasses of red wine, he noticed Zhou Jin's cheeks were flushed, and shyness and nervousness were showing in her eyes and brows. Chuan Yue knew that at this moment, a woman like Zhou Jin, who relied on her looks and tiptoeing to barely catch a glimpse of the upper class, was probably experiencing a similar scenario:

surprise, nervousness, shyness, trying hard to control her emotions and maintain her composure, yet unable to hide her longing and apprehension. The man opposite her should be a genuine second-generation rich overseas-educated civil servant, or a tasteful, handsome, and well-off overseas-educated civil servant. He seemed to be pursuing her, using this upscale environment to demonstrate his sincerity and wealth, trying to win her over. It was quite different from what she had initially expected. Although she was charming, she was still 26 years old. Compared to her background and circumstances, it really felt like meeting a "Prince Charming," and she even felt a little inferior. She really shouldn't have been so cold on their first meeting, even showing that "goddess smile." She should have been kinder to this man, given him more opportunities, and shown more sincerity. Perhaps she should have casually mentioned her family background and past relationships? Perhaps she should have suggested going to karaoke together next time?

Chuan Yue knew, most likely, that this was exactly how the beautiful woman in front of him felt. This woman, who, based on experience and habit, thought she had him completely under her thumb, was now intoxicated and out of control. Perhaps, if she were a little smarter, she might have sensed something deeper:

this handsome man inviting her to a place like Misspanda might not have been a pursuit, but rather a small act of revenge typical of wealthy playboys: "I'm actually very rich, don't give me that 'goddess smile'." Perhaps he should feel annoyed, perhaps he should continue to remain indifferent and polite, like he had done countless times before, offering these rich guys who thought all women would fawn over them with a little money, a small sweetness followed by a slightly tempting refusal. That way, he could leave a lingering resentment in their hearts while turning it into a lighthearted anecdote with his girlfriends.

Maybe. This beautiful yet ridiculously foolish woman across from him seemed to have completely misunderstood the situation.

Chuan Yue took another sip of his drink, looking at Zhou Jin across the table with the playful gaze of a cheetah eyeing its prey. Were her eyes beginning to glaze over? Was her body starting to feel weak? Was she already struggling to hold the wine glass? Had the estazolam taken effect?

"Miss Zhou? Miss Zhou? Are you feeling unwell?" Chuan Yue called tentatively twice.

Zhou Jin seemed to still have some sense left, weakly shaking her head, struggling and mumbling, "No... I'm sorry... I... I'm a little sleepy, could... could... take me back to the base first..." Her beautiful eyes were already struggling to close, her eyelashes were truly beautiful, and her lips were very sexy.

Chuan Yue smiled: "Okay."

He stepped forward, supporting Zhou Jin's shoulders, and gently helped her up. He knew that Zhou Jin's mind was starting to become somewhat unclear, and at first glance, she looked like she was drunk. He no longer needed to act like a "politely pursuing civil servant," and mischievously ran his hand along Zhou Jin's back, lightly caressing her sweatshirt. He looked closely at the beauty who was almost collapsing into his arms.

Her long, slightly brown, permed hair was glistening and flowed over her shoulders in a 4/6 part. Among her delicate features, the most striking were her long eyelashes and full, luscious lips. Such sexy lips! The perfume and lipstick on them made them appear even more alluring and seductive.

Although hidden under a hooded sweatshirt, her neck still looked remarkably long and slender. This purplish-red fleece hooded sweatshirt certainly didn't suit the atmosphere today; after all, the beauty in her arms was just a sports coach. The large, fiery red "move" on the front was a symbol of dynamism. But at this moment, the shape of her breasts, encased in the sweatshirt, made it impossible to focus on the style of her clothing. Even hidden under the sweatshirt, her perfectly round breasts were clearly visible. They always gave men an urge to admire them closely.

Her waist was so slender, almost delicate. Women with slender waists look good in any clothes. But the woman in her arms had truly beautiful legs. Her long, slender legs, encased in jeans, appeared even longer as she stood up. So slender, so smooth, so long, a delicate undulation from thigh to knee, to calf, to ankle.

This woman is foolish. She doesn't realize she's a dangerous wolf. Instead, she sees herself as a laughable sheep.

But this woman is indeed captivating, her figure is truly excellent, and… well, for now, let's focus on this woman.

Chuan Yue helped the dazed Zhou Jin out of the private room, walking down the corridor. Zhou Jin, of course, was no longer aware whether she was leaving or going the wrong way. Even the waiters on the street only offered polite smiles, looking down as if they hadn't seen anything, letting Chuan Yue lead Zhou Jin into Misspanda's absolutely private hotel suite.

The suite was, of course, exquisitely and elegantly decorated. The most striking feature was the 2.2-meter king-size soft bed, covered with CK pink-blue bedding, paired with matching pink-blue floor-length curtains, unlike the style of a hotel, adding a touch of homey warmth.

Chuan Yue helped Zhou Jin to the bed. She was limp, and when he laid her down, she was completely dazed, lying softly on her side on the large bed. Her flushed cheeks were even more alluring in her drunken state, and the curves of her hips, encased in jeans, told a story of forbidden sensuality—the powerlessness of a woman at the mercy of others. But Chuan Yue showed no hurry to do anything. He maintained his elegance and propriety, acting as if he were simply a husband helping his wife to the bedroom, proceeding methodically. He turned and closed the door—a specially designed, absolutely soundproof door. He glanced down at the tall, beautiful woman's curves, seemingly feeling the overhead light wasn't bright enough to illuminate all her best features, and slowly drew back the curtains. Outside, under the dim starry sky, lay Xiyue Lake, the soft starlight reflected off the water filtering into the room. The ambiance had been enhanced, but the lighting still seemed a little dim. He turned on the bedside lamp again. The overhead light, the starlight, the bedside lamp… that was about right. It resembled a warm yet bright modern family bedroom, illuminating the figure of the beautiful woman on the bed, who seemed to be lazily sleeping, revealing every detail. Hair, eyelashes, lips, clothes, jeans, sneakers, curves, fabric… everything was homey, beautiful.

He took out a pair of dark blue leather handcuffs he had prepared beforehand from the desk drawer, played with the chains for a moment, then leaned forward and gently pulled Zhou Jin's arm, not only pulling it to the headboard but also turning her from her side-lying position to her supine position. Oh, even after admiring her all night, this girl's full, high breasts, concealed by her sweatshirt, were still so captivating. He slightly lifted the cuff of one of Zhou Jin's arms, fastening one loop of the handcuff to her slender wrist, and the other loop to the bed frame.

With one arm restrained, she could still struggle, still manage a half-hearted resistance—a truly captivating pose, a highly alluring scene that stirred a man's hormones and revealed a woman's vulnerability.

He then adjusted the small desktop tripod on the desk opposite the bed, switched the high-definition camera to "on," and a small red indicator light illuminated.

Next, he took a bottle of red wine from the chilled wine cabinet in the ensuite kitchen, uncorked it, and carried it to the bedside. Coldly watching his prey, he couldn't resist first lowering his head and kissing Zhou Jin's forehead. Then, incredibly, he poured the wine from the bottle, starting from Zhou Jin's forehead, in a trickle.

And so… bottle after bottle of wine was poured down…

The red, transparent liquid instantly soaked the beauty's hair, her eyelids, eyelashes, nose, cheeks, and lips, all instantly covered in the liquid, as if she were being washed with a showerhead. Then her clothes, the collar of her tracksuit was quickly soaked, and in a moment, her entire upper body, down to her chest, was almost completely stained with the wine. Her breasts, hidden beneath her tracksuit and encased in her bra, were highlighted by the tangled liquid and fabric, revealing the primal allure of the woman's body.

Tonight, Ishikawa Yue wasn't going to be involved in date rape.

Zhou Jin was choked awake.

Zhou Jin was choked awake. She first felt dizzy and had a headache, then was overwhelmed by the strong, pungent smell of red wine, causing her to cough repeatedly.

What was happening? She felt very uncomfortable, so wet, so dirty, so awful. Had she drunk too much? Her memories were fragmented, like when she had just woken up. She shook her head slightly, struggling to open her eyes. Where was she? What was happening?

Her senses seemed to return bit by bit, and she realized her situation. The first thing that overwhelmed her was finding herself covered in alcohol, lying on a strange, large bed, and a smiling man sitting at the head of the bed. Her first instinct was to scream, "Ah..."

The man didn't stop her, continuing to smile at her. She tried to sit up immediately, but found her left hand was handcuffed to the bed frame. Pulling it, her wrist ached. Another scream, "Ah..."

"What are you doing? Where am I? What are you doing?..." This was an instinctive, urgent reaction, but Zhou Jin's rationality continued to return, and an ingrained fear swelled within her. This man had actually drugged her and brought her to this room? He had even handcuffed her. A pervert, a pervert. A rapist, a rapist.

"Help!!!" "Let me go!!!" "Help!!!!" Her hoarse screams echoed, she no longer knew where she was, but hoped someone outside the door could hear her. The man in front of her still didn't stop her, still smiling at her. "Help!!!!" "Help!!!!" "Clang, clang," were the sounds of her wrists struggling to pull themselves off the bed frame, "Help!!!!" "Help!!!!" Each scream grew louder, hoarser, more terrified, and more desperate.

She struggled futilely, screaming desperately for three or four minutes, until her voice was hoarse. Her strength, initially an instinctive burst, gradually waned until she could no longer scream. The man in front of her smiled and said, "Keep shouting for a while... When you regain some of your senses, listen to me... You're not going to shout anymore? Okay, then I'll talk..."

"First of all, we're in a suite at Misspanda. This is one of the top private clubs in the entire River Creek area. The soundproofing in this room is built to the standards of a top-tier recording studio. Even if you could make the sound of a train roaring here, there would only be a very faint echo within three meters outside the room. I can guarantee that no one will hear anything within three meters of this room... So, you'd better save your energy..."

Zhou Jin actually regained her senses. She was terrified and panicked, but having regained her composure, she trembled and shouted, "You pervert, why did you bring me here... What do you want?"

“Okay, next. Let’s talk about what I want. You might not believe it, but even now, I haven’t decided what I really want. An hour ago, I even thought about playing this game with you, taking you out for dinner and drinks, trying to win you over, and seeing if we could have a romantic evening. Even if you refused, I would still gentlemanly take you home and look forward to our next date. This is probably your favorite scenario, isn’t it?”

He pointed to the camera and indicator light on the desk, which deepened Zhou Jin’s fear. “Then, when I drugged you and took you to your room, I also thought about… drugging and raping you, drugging and raping… even though a woman who doesn’t resist will lose…” "It's quite amusing, but the inability to resist and the lack of sensation also bring a unique kind of pleasure, which I actually enjoy quite a bit. However… this won't work. There's only one estazolam tablet in your red wine, the ordinary kind. Drinking it with red wine makes the effect stronger, but it'll just make you drowsy for a while. It's a prescription drug, not some magical sleeping pill. Even if I can enjoy the pleasure of undressing you while you're unconscious, you'll definitely wake up when I rape you later…" He spoke slowly, as if he were giving some kind of training course. Zhou Jin simply couldn't look him in the eye. Besides fear, she felt an indescribable anger. But besides "pervert" and "rogue," she couldn't think of any other fresh words to use to curse him.

"Then, I also thought about handcuffing you completely. Tonight's program is bondage rape... But oh my god, I only brought one handcuff. The other three are in the trunk of the car, and I forgot to bring them in. You see, I'm a bit too lazy to run around and go to the garage to get them, so I can only handcuff one hand as a symbolic gesture..." At this point, although Zhou Jin knew that her current situation was very dangerous, and the person in front of her was obviously an evil pervert, she couldn't help but find it a bit ridiculous and funny.

"Then, I also thought about, for example, recording a nude video of you first, and then using the video to coerce you into doing... Coercion has a special kind of pleasure. You can enjoy the expression of a woman's humiliation and resentment at the same time, and you can even enjoy a woman's submission. Yes, just a minute ago, I was thinking of doing that... But there are problems with that too. First, it's too troublesome, the process is a bit roundabout. Second, I don't really believe that you're a virgin. You're not a big star or celebrity, and you wouldn't care so much about a nude video..."

"So I decided to wake you up and discuss with you which 'set meal' I should enjoy tonight. I was planning to wake you up with cold water, but that's too unrefined, so I'll use wine... Don't be too disgusted, a body splashed with red wine tastes especially good."

"That process just now was really great, you can lick the wine on your lips... Oh... It's not a particularly good wine, but it has a very carefully crafted beauty..."

He approached the bedside, lifted Zhou Jin's chin with his fingers, and said with a smile, "Now tell me, tonight... which 'set meal' I should enjoy?"

Zhou Jin was so frightened that she almost lost the will to resist. As this man said, she was not a virgin, nor a celebrity or a big star. With this man's conditions, if it were just a one-night stand, she might have agreed after a few tries. But today's situation was completely unexpected, and this man spoke so calmly, as if chatting with a close friend, explaining the reasons for his lewd behavior, yet she felt as if she were trapped in an ice cellar.

She had absolutely no idea what this man wanted. Just as she was about to plead with him to release her handcuffs, this man, who had been so polite and refined the whole way, making even his perverted actions seem like a romantic date, suddenly, still smiling, slapped Zhou Jin across the entire left cheek. Zhou Jin felt a flash of stars before her eyes, her left cheek burning and immediately swelling. A sweet taste rose in her throat, as if blood was flowing from her mouth; she almost fainted from the pain. The wine stains on her face and neck were splattered onto the sheets with small red dots from the slap.

"I forgot to mention, there's another option. I was thinking about it earlier too. Even without the handcuffs, tonight we can play a simple rape game, like this..."

The room suddenly fell silent, as if a waiter were introducing a special food offer and waiting for a customer to choose. The man continued to stare at her silently.

Zhou Jin gritted her teeth, utterly helpless. She had no idea what the man before her was capable of, or what his bottom line was. The only thing she was certain of was that he was incredibly dangerous, terrifying, and toying with her like a cat playing with a mouse. Her left cheek throbbed with pain, and she didn't know if it would leave a scar. But at that moment, her childhood hardships seemed to ignite a survival instinct within her. She decided to try and minimize her losses and danger. These men, no matter what, just wanted her body. If possible, she had to ensure her safety and avoid provoking him into anything too dangerous or perverse.

She also hoped to salvage some dignity, so she gritted her teeth, raised her head, and stared at the man with a hateful gaze. But the man's smile seemed more lethal than her glare. She was terrified, unsure what perverse things he might do if she truly angered him. She avoided his gaze, breathing heavily but helplessly, uttering words that even she found humiliating:

"You...can you...promise me......don't record me, don't hurt me, let me go...I...I...I'll do it with you..."

The man smiled, his hand already moving from her chin, caressing her already soaked clothes, naturally grasping her breasts. The wine, as if soaking into food, seeped from her coat, along the fibers of her underwear, and into her skin again with this squeeze. Her breasts were already soaked, covered in wine, the strong aroma of wine and the tangy sourness seemed to stimulate her breasts, causing them to tremble slightly.

Although separated by two layers of clothing, Zhou Jin knew how humiliated she looked. Tears immediately streamed down her face. To be touched on the breast by a man in such a helpless situation… She wanted to struggle, she wanted to dodge, but she didn't. She realized that, at least in this situation, she had no bargaining power with this man. Her body was her only asset. She had to endure the tingling and pain from the caresses on her breasts, her body motionless, taut, continuing to sob, “Please? Don’t record this… Waaah… Don’t hurt me…”

"Very good, very strong, very sensible... From the first day I saw you, I felt you were quite sensible. But don't talk to me about conditions yet... Remember... let me enjoy tonight's dessert first, then we'll talk about how to handle your situation, okay?" The man smiled as he watched Zhou Jin put on her last act of dignity, saying, "I've heard that people who have trained in diving are very flexible. Can you take off your clothes with one hand? Take your clothes off..."

Zhou Jin cried again, a genuine cry from the bottom of her heart. This crying wasn't sorrow, but rather the wailing of a child feeling helpless in their early years. She felt like a lonely human being who had come to the wilderness, and the man before her was a hungry wolf. In the wilderness, the laws of human society had no effect whatsoever; she was a helpless child who could only be torn apart and ravaged by the wolf.

If she were to be obedient and please this man, would she be spared harm? She didn't really know, but she could only try. She knew her actions were lewd, shameful, and had nothing to do with elegance; they reflected her weakness, humiliation, insult, and defilement. But she had no choice.

She struggled to pull her still-mobile arm towards the sleeve and shoulder, slipping it into the already soaking wet front of her sports shirt. With difficulty, she used that arm to lift the hem of her shirt, but just as she was about to do so, she suddenly remembered—oh my god, her underwear was a specially chosen sexy lace bra.

She had only worn it out of curiosity and to accentuate her figure, but now, she was forced to helplessly show this perverted man her underwear… He would definitely laugh and humiliate her. Why had she gone on this date, and why had she worn such underwear on such a perverted date? How lewd and proactive she seemed!

She hesitated, struggled, but she knew the man before her was enjoying her hesitation and struggle, her humiliation and sorrow. She had no choice. Gritting her teeth, she lifted the hem of her shirt, poked her head out from under the top of her head, and removed the entire shirt from her body. But because one arm was still bound, she could only hang it on that arm.

Zhou Jin knew she must look utterly disheveled, but from another angle, she was also certain she looked incredibly alluring. Her upper body was practically naked; her shoulders, neck, arms, and collarbone—presumably her proud, shapely curves—were now stained crimson with wine. Her lower abdomen was also exposed; how long had it been since she'd shown her lovely navel to a man? And in the center were her most prized, full breasts—the waves, the roundness, the elasticity—breasts every man wanted to caress, kiss, cherish, suckle, twist, violate, and ravage. They were held in place by her bra, accentuated and lifted, the most exquisite lace fabric complementing the smoothest flesh of a woman's breasts to create the most beautiful, and most tempting, sinful beauty.

And below her navel, her buttocks and long legs were still encased in cropped jeans. Waiting for the man before her to give his command. Would he succumb to the temptation of her body and pounce on her, raping, humiliating, and toying with her? Or would he order her to remove her bra, exposing her breasts and the nipples—symbols of life and eroticism, purity and depravity? Or would he prefer her predicament in her bikini and force her to take off her jeans first? But removing a sweatshirt with one hand was difficult enough; how could she possibly take off her jeans? Good heavens, she was actually thinking about how to take off her pants for a man to admire her body. She must have been driven mad by this man, driven completely insane.

The man panted as he moved closer, indeed attracted by her lewd and seductive appearance, and couldn't resist doing something to her body. But then, he bent down and began sucking the wine from her shoulders and collarbone.

"Ah..." Zhou Jin hadn't expected that such a simple kiss and sucking would make her almost moan. The tongue on her shoulder was sending shivers down her lower abdomen, making her feel as if her soul was being sucked away. The man's tongue roamed over her shoulder, and Zhou Jin felt like her soul was being sucked away. For the sake of her dignity, she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan: "No..." Good

heavens, her "no" sounded nothing like a woman about to be raped; it sounded more like a seductive invitation and coquettish plea from a lover. Why? Was it the intoxicating scent of wine on her body and breasts? Or was it that this man's "playful" style was truly unique and made it hard for her to resist?

The man's sucking turned into a slight biting sensation, and he even began to bite her shoulder. The slight pain and force made Zhou Jin feel as if she were being tortured in hell one moment and wandering in heaven the next. The man then began to tear at the strap of her right shoulder, and then proceeded to tear at the bra strap. This tearing inevitably pulled at the bra cups, and the silk padding inside the bra touched and rubbed against her breasts and nipples.

The bra was actually completely soaked with red wine, and the friction seemed to melt the red wine and her nipples together. It emitted a scent of wine mixed with her body fragrance, or perhaps a scent of milk mixed with wine... "Ah..." Zhou Jin cried, crying helplessly, sadly, lonely, and weakly... She didn't know what was going on. Although she was being held captive and forced by the man in front of her, and threatened with violence, she was forced to do something with him. She even absolutely defined everything that was going to happen tonight as absolute rape, humiliation, and defilement, and that she was being forced. But at that moment, half-naked, her bra being torn off by the man, her body being fondled, she still had her right hand, yet she had no strength whatsoever, not even the strength to make a token effort to push him away.

She could deceive herself into believing it was all due to her fear and her instinct to protect herself from provoking this man. But deep down, she knew that beyond these factors, she also had to admit that she was being played with in this forbidden yet sensual violation, feeling as if she were in paradise.

Until the man seemed to have had enough of her bare shoulders, and had already torn the bra straps up to her arms, and lifted his head, she almost felt reluctant to see him leave. The man paused only briefly, then exclaimed, "You have a great figure. One of the straps has come off, and your bra still holds up. Your breasts... are quite impressive..."

She suddenly felt angry again. She was angry at her own weakness, angry at the frustration of being manipulated by this man. She recalled the alluring feelings she had when she wore this lingerie earlier that day. She even felt a pang of hatred for her own appearance and figure, because all of this was about to be defiled and played with by this man... She spat, swallowed hard, and held back her tears, as if desperately trying to show that she could suppress her fear and longing. With a broken sob, she cursed, "If you're going to rape me, then rape me! Stop talking nonsense!"

At that moment, another drop of clear red liquid dripped down her nose, shimmering like a tiny ruby in the dim light of the room. She had probably been crying and shouting for a long time, and was so thirsty that she couldn't resist some kind of temptation. She secretly let a drop of wine slide onto her lips with her breath and licked it. It

was very mellow, so it was somewhat bitter.

Chuan Yue watched with great interest this beautiful woman struggling futilely between submission and resistance, admiring her complex expression and humiliating actions. He also observed the woman's body with great interest: the delicate lace lingerie in wine red, paired with jeans, her bare waist was exquisitely beautiful; her oval navel, nestled in the center of her firm abdomen, gave one the urge to dig it out; yet the lace trim of her underwear peeking out from the edge of her jeans tempted one to explore more of her secrets.

"Just rape me, stop talking nonsense!" This woman named Zhou Jin was already at the mercy of the chopping block, yet she still hoped to retain her last shred of dignity with some kind of language, uttering hoarse, angry shouts. But amidst the shouts, besides the hateful curses, there was a clear invitation, even if it was an invitation to "come in quickly, finish quickly."

Chuan Yue, however, was in no hurry, continuing his appreciation with a gentle gaze. The beautiful woman was wearing a matching set of high-end burgundy lace lingerie. Looking at her breasts, now glistening with drops of red wine, like roses adorned with dewdrops, he felt a bit thirsty. This woman's breasts, in terms of cup size, were probably only a C, not a D, but the overall effect of her breasts, encased in the lingerie, was captivating, creating a sense of fullness and firmness.

He couldn't resist, extending two fingers and touching the deep, tightly pressed cleavage with its distinctly soft, squeezed texture. The flesh there was already soaked with red wine; as he moved his fingers, some of the juice was pushed onto his fingertips, pressing into the pores of her breasts, as if pressing it into his heart. The woman beneath him let out a muffled groan at this touch, but he ignored it, slowly moving his fingers downwards, downwards, towards the cleavage, tracing a path between the two jade peaks, slow yet resolute, yet tender. He reached the point where the breasts were joined by the bra cups, the soft touch of his fingertips followed by a playful exploration of the small embroidered bow at the bra's connection. Slowly, he opened the left cup, adding another finger—this time his thumb. The thumb didn't probe inside, but remained on the outside of the bra cup, touching the texture and feeling the pressure and envelopment of the breast flesh. His index and middle fingers, meanwhile, rubbed and dug along the breast, the fingertips glistening with a slippery liquid, yet still feeling a firm, moist texture.

Chuan Yue seemed somewhat puzzled; this sensation seemed to be caused by some kind of suppressed development. What woman doesn't dream of having perfect breasts? But in this day and age, few girls consciously exercise their chest muscles during puberty to increase muscle fiber, which, while making the breasts more shapely and firm, inevitably reduces fat volume and softness. Although this gradually aligns with modern aesthetic standards, women today develop earlier, perhaps a decade or more ago… Would any little girl do this?

Okay, let's ignore that for now. His fingertips continued their gentle movement, the skin transitioning from smooth to a softer, fuller texture. Finally, his index and middle fingers pinched the rounded nipple, symbolizing motherhood and the mysterious secret of a woman, while his thumb slowly increased pressure outside the bra cup. Yet, he still controlled his fingertips, gently rubbing the wine onto it again and again, as if raindrops were nourishing it, as if a gentle breeze were blowing, as if a baby were licking it, as if a lover were tenderly caressing it. The entire nipple was soaked with the wine on his fingers.

Sure enough, the woman beneath him couldn't resist this primal, tender caress that women crave most. She clenched her teeth, her face flushed, unwilling to show any sign of pleasure or make any sound of enjoyment in front of the rapist—that would only make her more adorable, more alluring. But she couldn't resist. Her nostrils flared, her body grew increasingly tense, and her long legs, still encased in her jeans, began to rub against each other involuntarily. Her alluring buttocks began to twitch and undulate slightly. Finally, she cried again, tears welling in her eyes and spilling out, a release that seemed like a surrender after utter helplessness. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." she began to moan softly, surrendering. Those moans, tinged with soft sobs, spoke of the woman's submission.

But this wasn't just what Chuan Yue wanted. The alluring sounds had only lasted ten seconds before Chuan Yue's expression shifted to a sinister grin. Suddenly, his middle and index fingers went from gently kneading to pinching and squeezing like lightning, harder and harder, while his thumb outside the bra exerted even more brutal force, pushing and pressing every thread on the bra cup, applying shocking force to Zhou Jin's breasts that almost crushed her nipples.

"Ah..." The girl beneath him never imagined he would be so cruel, turning his gentle, aphrodisiac caresses into such ravaging and torment. She screamed hoarsely and wildly, "Ah...it hurts...it hurts so much...stop...stop..." Unable to bear it, she desperately pounded on Chuan Yue's chest with her still-mobile right hand, pulling at his arm, hoping to pull away the hand ravaging her delicate breasts. Of course, against Chuan Yue's strength, it was all in vain, only increasing his pleasure and her endless pain.

"Ah...it hurts...it hurts so much...it's broken..." she cried desperately, but Chuan Yue continued to ravage her, concentrating all his strength on her nipples, that area where delicate nerves were concentrated. No woman, no one, could endure such pain. The woman beneath him was crying as if she were about to faint, her arm pulling at his hand seemingly losing its last strength, perhaps about to fall into a coma to escape the pain.

He was satisfied, a cruel smile spreading across his face, before abruptly and without warning ceasing his efforts. The girl gasped, trembling with fear as she looked at him. She dared not resist any longer, almost obediently arching her chest. Yes, it was a genuine, instinctive fear of pain. He would rather let himself "play" with her breasts more, lose more dignity, and be violated more, than endure real physical pain.

"Please...please...please...you...promised...don't...don't hurt me..." This was different from her previous tone, which had sounded like negotiation or insults. She was truly afraid, truly begging him. Her face, besides the wine and tears that had just flowed down, was now covered in cold sweat from the pain.

"Pull down your jeans and let me see..." Chuan Yue continued to play with her breasts, but he no longer tormented her; he only played with and caressed them. But Zhou Jin was indeed afraid. She no longer dared to argue with Chuan Yue. She had probably lost the courage to resist. To some extent, she probably just hoped it would all end quickly, no longer hoping to lessen the humiliation and shame along the way. Trembling, she reached down to her lower abdomen, like a toy that obeyed his every command without regard for its own dignity, and unbuttoned her jeans. "Rip..." She humiliatingly pulled down the zipper of her jeans, resignedly pulling it down a few inches, obediently displaying her private parts to Chuan Yue. It was indeed a matching set of underwear, lace, wine-red low-rise panties. The curve in the middle was slightly downward. It was as if there was nothing to cover except the triangle of her vulva.

The lace panties outlined the entire female hip area so alluringly. The lines of the pelvis were so clear, and two bony, rounded protrusions rose from the edge of the panties, those were the dimples of the pelvis, the pride of a woman's beautiful figure. However, even these lines could no longer capture his gaze, for he could clearly see the shape of her vulva, enveloped by the soft red lace fabric between her panties—soft, delicate, and the act of concealing and covering her seemed more like an invitation, a temptation. At this moment, a sense of helplessness and the sorrow of being at his mercy, of being defiled, was added to the scene.

Chuan Yue withdrew his hand, which had been ravaging Zhou Jin's breasts, giving her a brief respite. He unbuckled his belt, pulled it out, and tossed it onto the sofa. Although he felt a strong desire rising in his lower abdomen, he didn't want to rush forward and hastily pull out his penis. To truly enjoy a woman, one must also completely open one's body. He wasn't in a hurry; there was still a long night ahead.

He unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, revealing his well-defined pectoral muscles, visible even beneath his bra. He removed his bra, exposing his skin to a satisfying hue, and pulled his pants down between his legs. He then gently patted his groin against the crotch of his underwear before finally pulling it down completely, exposing his skin to the air.

He undressed with an air of elegance, unlike a rapist eager for a quick finish or an inexperienced molester. He resembled a tender lover, displaying a natural and seductive display during lovemaking. Chuan Yue was confident in his physique, honed by nearly 20 years of athletic training. Moreover, he wanted to take this opportunity to admire Zhou Jin's expression once more; that too was a kind of enjoyment.

The beautiful woman on the bed now lay helplessly on her back, her hair disheveled and scattered on the pillows. She was panting and sobbing, her face streaked with faint, yet somewhat sorrowful, makeup from crying. Her sensual lips trembled slightly. Her burgundy bra was completely disheveled, supporting her breasts beneath her delicate collarbones. The burgundy lace accentuated the snow-white flesh under the light, but traces of spilled wine were faintly visible on her breasts. Having been played with for a while, the bra cups had shifted, and a cute, purplish-red nipple was about to protrude from the edge of the cup, rising and falling slightly with Zhou Jin's breath, seemingly absorbing the wine from her breast. Her abdomen was remarkably smooth and delicate, a feature that stood out. She was slightly thin, but not weak; instead, her firmness and a small section of muscle, showing signs of exercise, highlighted the healthy charm of this female instructor. Her lower body was also covered in wine-red lace, the edge of her panties very low, revealing glimpses of pubic hair, the straight lines of her pelvis, and the rounded curves of her buttocks, endlessly exuding the allure of her hips. Her jeans were only partially pulled down, not completely off, but her thighs were already exposed; this open and closed state, along with her wrists hanging limply to one side, seemed like an invitation.

The beautiful woman was terrified. Although she was sobbing and crying, although her teeth were clenched, and although she could still move one hand, she showed no violent resistance or expression. She seemed to resign herself to her fate, awaiting his further actions. When he pulled his already erect penis out of her panties, the woman seemed to see it, immediately closing her eyes in disgust. But Chuan Yue could read a slight sense of relief behind this disgust; a flush of shame and indignation rose on her mostly naked skin.

Looking at the scene, it seemed almost unreal—just an ordinary woman, meticulously prepared, dressed in exquisite and sexy lingerie, engaging in romantic and seductive sexual intercourse with her husband or lover. However, the arm still handcuffed to the bed frame, dangling precariously, seemed to be a constant reminder that tonight was a thrilling act of rape, or at least a thrilling act of forced sexual intercourse. This woman was helpless, being violated and played with by herself, yet still in a state of pain and confusion, unable to understand what was happening tonight.

Chuan Yue extended a finger, inserting it into Zhou Jin's panties from the edge of her crotch, pulling them down along the elastic edge. As if instinctively, Zhou Jin's still-mobile hand reached out to pull at her panties, seemingly to stop him, but perhaps only symbolically expressing her chastity and resistance. "No…" The word, laced with a weak moan, escaped her lips. This was of course powerless to stop Chuan Yue, and she dared not truly resist with any strength. Chuan Yue slowly pulled down her panties, from her round buttocks, slowly rolling them into a cotton loop and pulling them down. But Chuan Yue had a mischievous streak; instead of completely removing the panties, he slightly lifted Zhou Jin's body, pulling her already unbuttoned jeans down to her knees, and then pulling the lace panties down to her thighs. This action not only completely exposed Zhou Jin's vulva, but also made her two slender legs, covered not only by jeans but also by the lace of her panties, appear even more erotic against her delicate, snow-white skin, yet with a helpless discomfort, restricted and unable to move.

Chuan Yue observed Zhou Jin's genitals with appreciation. Her dark, glossy pubic hair appeared to have been trimmed, but not frequently. Two anemone-like folds protected her labia majora. Her labia majora were a warm brown, exuding a mature allure, while the outer surface was remarkably clean, soft, and supple, reflecting a purity hidden within this maturity. However, on the inner surface, a small bud was faintly visible, protruding and glistening with a glistening fluid.

She wasn't fully aroused yet, but having been subjected to such lewd play in this decadent environment for some time, her body faithfully reflected a natural desire that had been pent up for a long time.

Chuan Yue reached out and touched Zhou Jin's clitoris, gently pinching it. "Ah..." Zhou Jin seemed struck by lightning, letting out a humiliated yet yearning moan. The clitoris, as if triggered by this touch, instantly became moist, overflowing with even more sap.

Chuan Yue was pleased, satisfied, and enjoyed the scene. He continued to tease and caress the clitoris, slowly moving inwards to explore. In the slippery sensation, he explored the mysterious fleshy walls, the sap increasing, becoming ever wetter. Naturally, he heard the beautiful girl's helpless descent into primal desire, her whimpers of "Mmm..." "Ah..." "Please..." "No..." echoing incoherently.

After a few more touches, his fingers were soaked with sap. Chuan Yue suddenly shook his head, stopped, and chuckled twice in admiration, as if talking to himself, saying, "I wouldn't say those things..."

The beautiful woman, who was helplessly waiting for him to begin his "cultivation," was almost in a daze, too weak to talk to him, but her eyes showed a slight look of confusion, as if asking him what he meant by those words.

Chuan Yue said to himself, "I won't say those things that only happen in pornographic novels. Like, 'Your body is very honest,' or 'You're all wet down there,' or 'You're actually a slutty woman'... Because those are all things used to seduce women. I seduce women too, but I seduce women for a better experience and pleasure. In other words, whether you're honest or dishonest, slutty or not, it won't change my decision to play with you tonight..."

Zhou Jin was almost in a daze, gritting her teeth fiercely, and with a sliver of courage, turned her head away, letting out a soft but shameful curse, "Pervert!"

Chuan Yue ignored him and continued his favorite self-talk: "I won't say anything, look at how provocatively you're dressed... Women should wear beautiful, sexy lingerie, even if no one's going to play with your body tonight, you should still dress nicely. It's a good habit, and I won't humiliate you for it. That's not good, that's unfair. If I say too much, you might become self-destructive and refuse to wear nice lingerie anymore, that wouldn't be good for you..." He spoke like a sophisticated fashion expert, spouting pure fashion rhetoric.

For some reason, Zhou Jin suddenly felt a sense of relief. From the moment she woke up until now, her fear had turned to despair. Her biggest worry was that this man, after raping her, might harm or even kill her... She vaguely sensed that this man might dare to do such lawless things. From this perspective, that's why she hesitated to mention the camera that was clearly filming the entire time.

Being coerced and controlled was certainly terrifying, but nothing was more terrifying than death. She'd rather experience many unpleasant things than face a death threat. And this man, with his ever-changing expressions, was commenting on her underwear. Since he mentioned "later...", it at least meant that in his subconscious, she still had a future... But then, the man suddenly changed his expression again, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

"I can get you in a more direct way..." Chuan Yue seemed to notice Zhou Jin's slight relaxation. Suddenly, taking advantage of this momentary relaxation, without any warning, he stopped his self-talk and aimed his penis at Zhou Jin's slightly parted vulva, thrusting it in. And without any tenderness or buffer, he thrust all the way in, touching Zhou Jin's uterine wall.

"Ah..." Zhou Jin let out another hoarse scream of pain.

When Chuan Yue's hot, hard penis entered her vagina, Zhou Jin naturally felt the shame, anger, sorrow, and even utter despair of being raped. On the other hand, she had to admit that even in such a lewd scene, even with her cheeks and nipples still aching, even with her right arm still bound, at least when her genitals were violated, a certain pleasure, reaching every capillary, was born within her.

Of course, there was sexual pleasure; it was an unstoppable female bodily instinct. The feeling of fullness in her lower body was painful yet filled with desire and stimulation. The inner walls of her vagina seemed to have countless sensitive trigger points; when rubbed by the hard penis, every nerve transmitted a shameful pleasure to her brain. After all, she hadn't had sex in a long time.

But on the other hand, she had another peculiar feeling. It was a different kind of psychological stimulation and satisfaction. This man was too perverted, suddenly forceful, suddenly gentle, his methods cruel, bringing intense fear, and also symbolizing the true nature of masculinity—power. Today, she had completely lost her dignity and abandoned all restraint. At this moment, she could have pushed him away, screamed, cried for help, even kicked him with her well-trained, powerful legs, but she dared not, could not, and lacked the strength and courage to do any of it… She felt incredibly weak and helpless. In the past five or six years, which had been filled with hardship and turmoil, in those five or six years of playing with life and mocking men, she had never felt this way. She felt as if she was no longer an adult woman, but had returned to more than ten years ago. Returned to that day, returned to that terrible night that she had deliberately tried to forget, as if it had never happened. But this sense of powerlessness, fear, and collapse brought with it such an intense, piercing pleasure. It was like a beautiful magic trick, shifting between pleasure and pain. All of it turned into shameful moans of “Ugh…”, “Mmm…”, “Ah…”, “No…”.

The man thrust in and out, her moans growing louder and louder, his breathing heavier and heavier, seemingly more and more satisfied. But it seemed there was no sign of stopping. The man lifted her waist from behind again. She was powerless to resist, completely at his mercy, not knowing what he was going to do. The man reached down and caressed her back, unhooking her bra, then letting it fall back down. Instead of tearing it off, he pushed it up to her breasts, completely exposing them. He grabbed her breasts with both hands, seemingly using simultaneous, lewd acts to amplify his pleasure.

She couldn't resist, and dared not resist. On the other hand, she also seemed to crave that the man would play with and soothe her breasts while raping her. Her breasts were kneaded and turned. "Play with me, touch me... but don't hurt me like before..." This was the cry of desire she felt inside, though she wouldn't voice it aloud.

But this vicious, terrifying, and perverted man seemed to be able to read her mind, as if he could hear her desire to be completely possessed and humiliated. Not only did the slapping sounds of his crotch against her thighs intensify, but he also bent down and began to play with her nipples with his tongue and teeth.

Zhou Jin's consciousness grew increasingly blurred, but she felt her entire body convulsing completely. Waves of pleasure surged from her genitals and breasts, from her skin, from every pore, transmitting to her brain and then back through her nerves. She closed her eyes, no longer able to care about any dignity, and cried out even more pitifully yet lewdly, "Waaah..." "Ah..." "No..." "Hmm..." Her mind was filled with some kind of light and shadow effects. One moment, she seemed to be back a few months ago, seeing Xu Shasha's body, feeling her inner turmoil and jealousy; the next moment, she seemed to be drinking and having fun with her TV host best friend at Topfun; the next moment, she seemed to be a lewd middle-aged man hitting on her in a bar, being mocked by her; the next moment, she seemed to be her father's aged face; the next moment, she seemed to be having a passionate sex scene with that high school teacher; the next moment, she seemed to be the nervousness of the young track and field senior who took her virginity for the first time when he took off her virgin underwear; the next moment, she seemed to be standing on the diving board again, wearing a one-piece swimsuit, showing the purity of a girl and the health of an athlete, enjoying the encouragement of her coach and father, and the envious gazes of her classmates.

"Ah..." She climaxed, streams of unknown fluids gushing out from the point where their genitals were joined. She even suspected there was urine inside, but she didn't care anymore. Just let herself pass out. Just let herself die like this.

Suddenly she cried again, this time with helpless, heartbreaking sobs. She struggled, pleading softly, "Don't...shoot inside...please...don't shoot inside..."

This man is really strong. He hasn't even reached his peak yet. Although I can gradually feel him getting closer to ejaculation, he can still tease me, "You tell me... where to shoot, where to shoot, if you say it well, I'll let you go..."

"Shoot outside...

" "No...

" "Waaah... shoot on my stomach, okay?"

"No... say it properly..."

"Shoot... shoot on my chest, shoot on my face, shoot on my breasts, shoot anywhere, okay... please let me go, don't ruin me... waaah..."

The man roared and actually spared me. He withdrew from my already stretched and painfully open vagina and randomly shot several thick streams of semen onto the carpet next to me.

Zhou Jin was somewhat surprised. She had just begun to think, "The nightmare is finally over?" The man grinned maliciously, leaning over her and pinching her nipple with one hand. "It's not that I don't like to ejaculate on you... but tonight is still long... it's a bit of a pity to have ejaculated on you so quickly and make you look so disheveled..."

"You're already... satisfied... what else do you want?" The afterglow of her orgasm hadn't faded, and Zhou Jin's anger and restraint were rising again. She couldn't help but grit her teeth.

"Satisfied? This is just the beginning, isn't it? Not exciting enough... Let me rest a bit, then we'll play again... This time... like this, this time you wrap your breasts and bra together, make me hard, and then I'll do something else..."

"Pervert... pervert... pervert... beast... filthy..." Zhou Jin couldn't help but curse, but her curses were weak and feeble. Thinking of her humiliated and lewd appearance today, and feeling the shame of her utterly destroyed dignity, she momentarily abandoned her fear, as if trying to pick up her shattered chastity and dignity again, and spat in a low voice, "I'll call the police, I'll call the police... You'll be going to jail..."

[The End]

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