[Urban] Transformation H Novel (Complete) - 13-15

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12. A Lament for a Fallen Flower 1

I'm a junior high school graduate, and school hasn't even started yet. At this point, it should be a time for carefree fun, but reality is quite different. My world changed starting in junior high.

My name is Li Bing, a skinny boy, only 160cm tall and weighing just 90 pounds. My family is poor, and I come from a single-parent household. I'm often bullied by school bullies and other students. Because I'm afraid of being bullied, I don't even dare to go out during summer vacation.

Half of summer vacation has already passed, but I'm still stuck at home, too afraid to go out. I feel so pathetic.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and I rushed to answer it. "Ugh...who are you looking for?" "It's you, Li Bing." I recognized Zhu Sen's voice immediately; he was one of the people who bullied me most often at school. It terrified me. "Ah, he...he...he's not here. What's wrong?" I stammered. "Don't lie to me. Meet me at the school's backyard at 8 pm tonight!" Zhu Sen said, then slammed down the phone.

Hearing his terrifying tone, I knew I had to obey. Sigh, what can I do? I'm so weak. Although I'm terrified, I have no choice but to obey. Zhu Sen is a strong, muscular man, not very tall, only 165 cm, but still taller than me. He's always getting into fights and is rumored to be involved in some gangs. I don't dare offend him.

Soon it was evening, and I arrived at the school's backyard on time. I found only three people in the empty backyard: Zhu Sen and two other boys. One was the fat guy who often bullied me, and the other was strong and tall; I didn't recognize him. But they were clearly in cahoots. I didn't know what to do. I figured I'd just get beaten up like before. "You dare lie to me on the phone? You're not convinced?" Zhu Sen said, kicking me in the knee, making me stumble. "Please forgive me," I quickly begged Zhu Sen, lowering my head, not daring to look at them. "Kneel down," Zhu Sen shouted sternly. I didn't dare disobey and knelt on the ground. Zhu Sen bent down and slapped me hard several times. The fat man kicked me to the ground, and I lay there sobbing. "Please forgive me." "Then let's see if you know what's good for you?" I looked down at them, nodding quickly and obsequiously. "I want you to suck my cock." Zhu Sen glared at me and took out his penis. Although it wasn't erect, it was clearly very large, hanging down between my legs, about 12cm long, more than twice the size of mine.

Although I had been bullied often before, this was the first time I had been subjected to such an excessive demand. For the first time since middle school, I felt an urge to fight back. I stood up and punched Zhu Sen in the face.

However, I immediately regretted it. How could I possibly be a match for them? So I turned to run, but the other two grabbed me with a single hand. Zhu Sen, in a fit of rage, pulled out a fruit knife. "No! Let me go... I'll never do it again." I struggled in fear, but they held me tightly. "How dare you!" Zhu Sen said angrily, pulling down my pants and stabbing me several times. The fat man and the other man released me, and I immediately fell to the ground, curling up in pain, bleeding profusely.

Zhu Sen and the others knew they had caused trouble, dropped the knife, and ran away.

I groaned and cried in pain, but no one was there. I felt unbearable pain in my lower body, reached into my underwear, and felt something soft. I pulled it out and saw... I fainted.

When I woke up again, it was already dark and I couldn't see anything. For some reason, although my lower body wasn't as painful as before, it was still slightly sore, and what was worse was that it was incredibly itchy. I involuntarily reached down and scratched my genitals, but it didn't relieve the pain. The itching was mixed with pain that fluctuated in intensity, seemingly coming from inside my flesh, like ants crawling inside me, or like they were slowly gnawing at my flesh. Although I had never known what it felt like for insects to crawl inside me, I felt something like that. "Ah!!! Ugh!! Ah!!!!!!!" I couldn't help but scream.

The pain was unbearable, irrelief impossible. Why did it have to turn out like this? I hate Zhu Sen. I hate, I hate my own fate. It was dark; I couldn't see what was happening. I felt my muscles and blood vessels swelling and contracting, yet the itching and pain persisted.

I dug my nails into my flesh, even tearing them apart, and inserted my fingers deep into my genitals. I heard myself utter inhuman moans of pain. I hate, I hate so much!!

But then, the itching and pain quickly spread from my genitals to my entire body. My whole body began to convulse—my neck, fingers, wrists, ankles, even my tongue—every joint and part of my body that could convulse. My heart was filled with nothing but fear. I could still move, but I couldn't control the convulsions of my hands and feet. I wanted to scream for help, but all I could do was intensify my convulsions.

Was I going to die? I didn't know what to do. I convulsed and trembled like a strange worm, slowly shuffling to a corner of the wall. If possible, curling up and groaning would be a kind of happiness, but for me, that was impossible. Fragments of past bullying flashed through my mind, but it wasn't me replaying the events; I was simply recalling them. I hoped it was all just a dream; I couldn't control my thoughts.

Suddenly, I heard a cracking sound—were my bones breaking? I lost all ability to think.

My mind went blank, and I quickly passed out again. When I awoke, it was already daylight.

I was astonished to find myself still alive, surrounded by disgusting, unidentifiable debris. Yesterday's experience had made me wish I were dead; I thought I was going to die. Was it just a dream?

I looked around; there was no knife or my penis, only a patch of dried blood. I instinctively touched my lips and smiled. I must have been knocked unconscious by Zhu Sen yesterday, and had another terrible nightmare here.

Thinking this, I subconsciously touched my genitals. Huh? A sudden shiver ran through me.

I felt terrified, not knowing what to do. What was real and what was fake?

What should I do now? I took a few deep breaths, realizing I was too tense to think.

Anyway, I should hurry home. So I shakily stood up. Ah, what's this? I suddenly realized my hair was shoulder-length. What happened? What's going on? My body doesn't hurt as much anymore, and it feels different. And then I noticed my clothes were covered in those disgusting bits of debris. I quickly brushed them off.

I patted them off. Hmm? Is this my hand? This should be a woman's breast, right?

What happened? I pressed my soft breasts and ran to the school bathroom to look in the mirror. Wow!

It was a woman. The person in the mirror had bright eyes and long eyelashes, small, translucent lips and a delicate, straight nose. Her skin was also more delicate and fair than before.

Is this me? How could this be? Wait, a strange sense of joy washed

over me. It seems there's no doubt that Zhu Sen attacked me, and there was also the terrifying pain from yesterday, but I should be lucky to look like this.

If someone else encountered this, they would definitely feel very strange or nervous. Some people might feel unhappy or dissatisfied. But I suddenly felt happy. Looking at the cute girl in the mirror, my desire and fear to know the reason greatly decreased. Because I immediately thought that maybe from today onwards I could start living with a new identity, and the me who was bullied before would no longer exist.

Actually, I was still a little strange about it, but I couldn't hide my excitement. Looking back, I felt that my personality was more suited to being a girl. Anyway, I was immediately immersed in joy.

My clothes no longer seemed to fit, so I sneaked into the school's gymnasium, changed into a girls' uniform, and weighed myself again. I was only 85 pounds, but my height seemed to have increased a bit, about 163 cm. I felt extremely happy and looked in the mirror in the equipment room. Beneath my beautiful shoulder-length hair were round and firm developing breasts, a slender waist, a pert bottom, and long legs.

But she wasn't a model with a perfect, tall figure or a stunningly beautiful face. Overall, she looked fresh and charming, both cute and easy to bully.

I secretly gloated, thinking, "Hehe... Zhu Sen definitely didn't expect me to become such a beauty. Although I don't know what happened, I'm still very happy. From now on, we'll be strangers, and you can't bully me anymore." Just as I finished gloating, my worries started. I thought, "Oh no, how am I going to go home like this? My identity in the future is also a problem." It's great to be a beauty, but how am I going to go home like this? How am I going to explain it to my family?

Hmm... I hesitated for a while, unable to think of a solution. But no matter what, I can't stay in the equipment room forever; it would be bad if someone found out.

Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard a terrifying voice. "That's why I said I should come back again, but you didn't listen. Now you're worried, aren't you?" It was Fatty's voice, the one who bullied me with Zhu Sen's gang yesterday, the one I often bullied before.

The fat man's name was Li Sanjin. He was about 168 cm tall, with flabby skin all over his body. "Anyway, we've gotten ourselves into trouble. Even though I was the one who used the knife, if something serious happens, you won't get away with it either." That was Zhu Sen's voice, which made my heart skip a beat.

I pressed myself against the wall in the equipment room, too afraid to move. It seemed they had come back to check on things. After all, injuring someone with a knife was no small matter. Although Zhu Sen was a bad person, he was still a student and had some reservations about breaking the law.

They were probably heading towards the school's backyard, because they passed by the gymnasium, so I could hear some of their conversation. "There's no point in saying all this, let's go check it out," the fat man said. “说起来李冰这杂种好大胆子！本来昨天只是想揍他一顿，让他再给舔舔鞋子。”朱森的声音听起来很愤怒“真没想到，被那种废物顶撞，谁都会愤怒。”“我要再看见他，非要再狠揍他一顿。”“看，那边好像没人了。”

很快我听不到他们的声音了，可以判断他们已经离体育馆走远了。

我想趁此机会离开，双腿却不断颤抖。几乎迈不开步子了，这样怎么走得了，冷静一下，深呼吸，吸气……出气，好一点了。快点离开学校再说吧。

我朝校外跑去，脑子里却又浮现出昨晚的画面，心理觉得又委屈又窝火，泪水也漫出来。

很快跑到了巴士站点，我一手扶着路边的桐树树干，弯着腰，并喘息着呜咽着。

为什么总是受到欺负，才刚刚变成另外一副模样，就回想到以前的事情了吗？

虽然不知道身体具体发生了什么怪异？但那些欺辱都是真的。

Yesterday's scene flashed before my eyes again. Zhu Sen pulled his huge penis out of his pants and threatened me. His penis was so big, even without an erection, it was much longer than mine, it looked terrifying, and just thinking about it made me feel inferior .

But I'm a girl now, I shouldn't think about the size of my penis anymore, I told myself to comfort myself.

However, the image of Zhu Sen brutally abusing me played automatically in my mind. The feeling at that time was so scary and tense. Before I was reborn, this was such an unbearable memory.

Thinking back to my junior high school days brought even more painful memories. I can't even count how many times they bullied me.

Once, Zhu Sen pinched my small penis in the toilet, making me beg him for mercy. After I repeatedly begged for mercy, Sen finally stopped. But as soon as he let go, another boy named Ma Libo grabbed my neck from behind and forced my head into the urinal. Then a guy named Tang Bing kicked me hard in the groin from behind.

Ma Libo was another bully who frequently tormented me. He was about 172 cm tall and rather handsome, and many girls liked him. Tang Bing was quite strong, about 168 cm tall, and his skin was slightly dark from exercising outdoors.

Besides him, there was another bully named Yuan Kaifei who also bullied me often. Yuan Kaifei pushed me down the stairs several times when I was going downstairs and even tore up my textbooks in front of me. He was also quite strong and athletic, about 177 cm tall.

There were five of them in total: Zhu Sen, Li Sanjin, Ma Libo, Tang Bing, and Yuan Kaifei. They were the ones who bullied me most often. Once, they forced me to kneel in the toilet and urinated on me. Several times, they forced me to lick their shoes clean.

I remember their voices and appearances very clearly. I often have nightmares about being bullied by them. My entire junior high school experience was ruined by these few people.

They would also rob other children their age, but they wouldn't offend the strong, the wealthy, or for various reasons; they only targeted people like me. Sometimes they would bully others, but for various reasons, the bullying of most others was far less severe than that against me.

However, I wasn't the only one bullied like this at school; there were probably six or seven in total. But yesterday's bizarre experience—I guess I'm the only one who gained a new identity—I don't know why I became a girl, but perhaps it's a blessing from heaven. And becoming a beautiful girl—perhaps explaining it as fate would be quite reasonable.

Thinking about this, I felt relieved and finally happy again.

I think from now on, my life can finally change. And it's not just because of being bullied; I never liked being a boy anyway. I used to often think, "I wish I were a girl."

I'd read about dress-up online before and often envied girls' outfits, and I'm naturally a girl at heart. I never thought I'd actually have a chance to make my dream come true.

The more I thought about it, the further into the future I imagined. I would start a new life with a new identity. In high school, I would meet new friends and classmates. Everything would be different. Then there would be university, and then I would get a boyfriend. In short, all that painful and shameful life from before would be left behind…

“Hey, do you want to get on the bus?” A strange voice snapped me out of my reverie. It was the bus driver. Good, I’d take a ride on the bus to clear my head. So I put in my fare and boarded

. I didn’t have anywhere in mind, but I could go wherever I wanted. Since it was still early, the bus wasn’t crowded, so I just picked a window seat.

Hmm, life would be pretty good.

Nobody would ever guess who I used to be, nobody would know what I was like.

Right now, I was wearing my school uniform: a short-sleeved shirt, a plaid skirt that barely reached my knees, low-heeled leather shoes, and white bubble socks. I looked every bit the innocent schoolgirl.

However, the underwear was still the same old men's boxer shorts. Although no one could see it, it still looked quite strange.

There was also a small hole in the underwear, worn out from years of wear.

The origin of the bubble socks was also rather odd. I was looking for clothes in the gym, rummaging through many school uniforms, but the school uniforms didn't include socks, yet there happened to be a pair of bubble socks on the ground. The reason I was able to enter the gym at that time was because I noticed the door was ajar.

Was someone inside?

Oh no! Thinking about this, I realized another problem. I had carelessly thrown my clothes and shoes in the gym. If Zhu Sen and his friends, or anyone else, found them, they might discover what had happened. If they knew my secret, I'd probably be in even worse shape than before. What should I do? Should I go back to school? What if I ran into Zhu Sen and Fatty? I was at a loss again. Should I go or not?

Right, I can't go back. If they've already found any clues, there's no point in going back. If they see me looking for things, I might get caught red-handed. But now, I can just change my clothes, and they won't find anything wrong.

Thinking of this, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Whew…life is so tiring. People's lives are so miserable. I really don't want to live such a worried life anymore.

Gurgle…

I'm hungry, so I got off the bus and bought some steamed buns from a roadside stall. Temporarily forgetting all my troubles, I started shopping. I hadn't left the house at all during summer vacation.

I started wandering aimlessly and happened to come across a shopping mall. I started looking at things there. I'm really suited to be a girl. Although I don't have much money to buy anything, I'm still very happy. At least I've never had such a peaceful life before.

Although I'm not a stunning beauty that everyone turns their head to look at, quite a few boys who pass by give me a second glance. This is quite good. I'd better not attract too much attention to avoid trouble. At the same time, I'm pure and cute, and likable.

I strolled through the mall, beginning to enjoy my peaceful life as a woman.

Ouch! Someone pinched my thigh from behind!

Someone pinched my thigh from behind again, and it felt like their hand was already inside my skirt. "Hey! That's really going too far! Do I even know you?" I said angrily, wondering who was being so rude. But I knew no one would recognize me, so I turned around as I spoke. "Please be sensible... Ah!" I couldn't help but sigh softly, because... "

You seem quite surprised, is it because it's not the perverted guy you imagined, but rather the handsome me?" the man said arrogantly with a wicked grin. He braced himself against the wall, trapping me in a circle formed by the wall and his body. I admit he was indeed handsome, but my surprise wasn't due to his demeanor, but because he was Ma Libo, one of the five who often bullied me.

But he was also the one I knew the least among the five, because he was just a classmate from the same college as me; we weren't in the same class, yet he always came over to bully me. It was really too much. "Hey beautiful, what's your name? We have to get to know each other." "Um, my name is......" Ah, I almost blurted out my name. I need to come up with a new one later; I almost forgot. "Um, what's your name? I didn't hear you." "What do you care what my name is? I don't want to know you." Marco is really annoying. He has a girlfriend, but he still flirts with other girls. And many girls are happy to date him. I really don't know what they're thinking. Anyway, I hate him. Even without the past bullying, I wouldn't want to know someone like him. Why did I run into him here? What bad luck. Is it just a coincidence? Maybe it's because too many people bully me. "That doesn't sound like the truth." Marco said, leaning closer. "Hey, hey! What are you doing?" Is this how he meets girls? He tries to kiss a girl he just met? For an old hand like him, this is probably a common tactic. He's probably done this to many girls. If just any random guy tried to force a kiss, most girls would definitely object. But with someone like Ma Libo, who's handsome and a bit of a bad boy, things might be different for girls. Is a guy's good looks really that important? I don't understand.

Anyway, I wouldn't agree to him doing that; I really find it disgusting. This is a shopping mall, and there are quite a lot of people here. He's really a bold guy. I wanted to stop him, but I was too nervous to move. I'm already afraid of him, and now even my tongue is trembling, and I can't even speak. "You seem very excited." He slowly leaned in, already very close. His breath hit my face.

Ah, I don't want my first kiss to be given to this annoying person who's bullying me like this. But my body was paralyzed with fear, trembling slightly, like a lovesick girl waiting for her first kiss.

His nose was already touching the tip of my nose. What should I do? What should I do? "Waaah... Waaah!" I suddenly cried out and pushed him away. I burst into tears.

Many people around looked over, and Ma Libo knew he was being rude. He took a few steps back and blended into the crowd to leave.

I squatted on the ground and cried for a while. Many passersby came to comfort me. I stood up and walked a few steps. I found a chair in the mall

and sat down. I sat there thinking a lot.

It was a large, three-story indoor mall, and many people were happily shopping there. Why was I so unlucky, always unable to be happy?

Thinking like this, I felt sorry for myself again.

I ate lunch listlessly, and spent the whole afternoon in a corner of the mall, lost in thought.

Finally, I figured something out. Maybe my personality was too fragile. Meeting Ma Libo shouldn't have affected me. I tried to imagine myself as an ordinary girl and what I should do. If I didn't like him, I would just push him away and ignore him.

But I thought about so many things from the past, and I was so scared that I couldn't move. Yes, I need to try to get rid of my past thinking from now on. Thinking of this, I wiped away my tears. It was getting late, and I had many things to plan. I didn't even know where I would stay tonight. I had to be strong to survive. I cheered myself up and ate dinner first.

I stood up, and unexpectedly, I saw Ma Libo again.

My heart skipped a beat, but I quickly calmed down. Although I didn't know what mischief he was up to, I decided to treat it as a test. As long as I acted like a normal girl, he wouldn't be able to do anything to me. This was a trial run for my new life.

So I pretended to be calm and walked on, noticing he was following me. That was alright.

But then I realized he was walking faster and faster, and I couldn't pretend to be calm anymore. Just then, I saw the restroom sign. Ah, I could avoid it.

Calm down! Calm down! I told myself, don't get the men's and women's restrooms mixed up.

I went into the women's restroom, lowered my head, and let out a long breath.

Suddenly, a large hand covered my mouth, and I was lifted up by the waist. "Mmm...mmm..." I tried to speak but couldn't make a sound. Before I could even realize what was happening, I was dragged into a public restroom stall.

I saw it was Ma Libo, who locked the stall door. "If you don't want to die, listen to me!" Ma Libo said in a low, menacing voice. "No way! I'm already in a bad mood today. If you offend me again, I'll have someone make you pay." I don't know where I got the courage, but I told him these lies to threaten him. But as soon as I finished speaking, my legs went weak, I took half a step back, and collapsed onto the toilet. "Haha, you think you can fool me?" Ma Libo said smugly. "You're the kind of cowardly, incompetent girl, aren't you? I'm good at judging people. A slut like you would be better off obeying me now that you're in my hands." *Slap!* Ma Libo then slapped me. "Ouch!" I covered half my face, tears streaming down my face.

Ma Libo grabbed my arm, he was very strong, and pulled me up in one go. He sat on the toilet seat himself, I didn't know what he was going to do. There was a little handprint on my delicate arm.

Ma Libo unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and a large penis sprang out.

It was about 19cm long and very wide. Although I used to be a boy, I was still afraid of Ma Libo, let alone his penis. “贱人跪下。”马力博呵斥我。我听话的跪在地上，虽然膝盖压在瓷砖上很痛，但是不敢不听话。

这时我便跪在他的胯间，我闻到他阳具的气味，又臭又腥无法描述，我简直要呕吐了。我闭上眼睛不去看那东西。“快点给我舔。”“请放过我吧。”我真的不想那么做，好恶心好作呕。虽然我也看过很多a片，但我真的很反感。泪水流的很快，滴在地上。“你是想挨揍吗？”“啊！不要打我。”听到挨揍两个字，我条件反射的尖叫出来。我好害怕他像以前那样欺负我。

How terrifying! I still stuck out my trembling tongue and pressed the tip against his glans. The salty taste was so shameful. Then, a foul stench, like rotting food, assaulted my mouth and nostrils. It

felt so shameful, so awful. Even when I was bullied before, I'd never done anything like this.

I'd only just become a girl, and I had to do something so horrible. But I was too angry to speak, the nauseating smell filling my nostrils.

I pursed my lips, reluctantly sticking my tongue out from between my lips, and licked it twice more. There was an even stronger smell of urine. I couldn't hold back anymore and turned my head to gag. My stomach was empty, so naturally, nothing came out. It was so disgusting. "Looks like you're still pretty inexperienced. I've really hit the jackpot," Ma Libo said excitedly, seeing my state. "But I've been holding back for most of the day, and I'll lose control soon. You'd better put it in your mouth quickly." Ah, was he planning to ejaculate in my mouth soon? No! Why was he so brazen as to do this to me in the mall's public restroom? Wasn't anyone there to help me? There weren't many people left in the mall at this hour. "What are you waiting for?!" "Waaah, no! Waaah!" I cried loudly, probably alerting the people outside the restroom, because I started hearing other people's footsteps. "Why are you crying?" Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, Ma Libo stood up, his semen also shooting out, much of it dripping onto the floor, some onto my calves. He didn't care, fastened his belt, glared at me fiercely, stepped over me, and fled.

I quickly stood up, crying as I took some toilet paper from the toilet paper dispenser to wipe the semen from my calves. Two women walked over, looking at me in surprise.

I felt incredibly ashamed. I saw my cheeks flushed in the mirror, and my face felt hot. I didn't want anyone to see me like this.

I went to the sink and kept rinsing my mouth. It was disgusting. I secretly vowed that even if I had a boyfriend or got married, I would never perform oral sex on anyone.

One woman had already walked away, and another asked me, "Do you need any help?" "I don't need anything... No, please wait a moment." Afraid that Ma Libo would follow me again, I begged the woman to accompany me to the bus stop, and she stayed with me until I boarded the bus.

I thought that although I didn't know where I was going, I should still go home. Although I didn't know how to explain it to my mother, it was better to stay near home than to wander aimlessly. Besides, my mother would be very worried about me.

So I took the bus home, thinking about what had happened in the past two days, and I couldn't feel happy at all. I

arrived home quickly, around ten o'clock at night. After hesitating for a moment, I took out my keys.

My home is in the suburbs of the north of the city, in a very dilapidated apartment building.

The house was dark and silent; I thought my mother was probably already asleep. I quietly made my way to my room and lay down on the bed.

The clock on the table ticked away. What should I call my new identity? Before, I was called Li Bing; now I'll be called Li Bingbing. I can't escape tomorrow, I'll have to leave this house sooner or later, I need to think of a way. My stomach was growling, but I didn't dare get up to prepare food, and I drifted off to sleep thinking about it.

When I opened my eyes, ah, it was already 10 am.

Sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, falling on my buttocks. Hmm, I couldn't help but reach out and pinch my buttocks. Ah, what cute buttocks.

But it's strange. If Mom were home, she would definitely notice something was wrong. But I'm still lying in bed, perfectly fine. I got up and went to Mom's bedroom, but no one was there. I looked around the room, but there was nothing strange, except for an overturned cup on the dining table and another on the floor.

Our house is a two-bedroom apartment, and since I'm from a single-parent family, Mom and I each have our own bedroom.

But no one is home, it's really strange. I thought for a moment, then picked up the landline to call Mom, but no one answered the phone, and I couldn't hear it. Why is this happening? It couldn't be that she just left unexpectedly. This has never happened before.

Is all of this really fate? Was it some unseen force that turned me into a girl and gave me a safe place to live? Was I truly blessed by heaven?

Though it seemed unbelievable, I began to believe in fate; only this could explain everything that had happened to me. "Li Bing! Something bad has happened, Li Bing!" Around noon, I heard footsteps on the stairs and Wang Dingsheng's voice.

Dingsheng was my classmate in middle school and one of my few friends. He was also often bullied by Zhu Sen and Fatty, but to a much lesser degree than me. "Open the door! Open the door!" Wang Dingsheng knocked on my door.

Knowing my friend had come, I was happy. I quickly opened the door: "What's wrong?" "I came to your house yesterday to visit, and I found the door wide open and no one was there. So I closed it for you. Is something wrong?" Wang Dingsheng said慌张地, pausing for a moment, "Who are you?" Ah, I forgot about that. How could I explain this to Wang Dingsheng? I quickly thought of an excuse—actually, I learned it from a transformation novel I had read before. "Yeah, I used to stay home all day, either watching porn or reading hentai novels." "No, nothing's wrong. My cousin Li Bing is going on a trip with his family, so I'm just staying here." "Really?" Wang Dingsheng said skeptically, starting to scrutinize me. "What's your name, Wang Ding something? My brother has mentioned you many times. Come in and rest." "Oh, my name is Wang Dingsheng." Clearly, Wang Dingsheng's attention was no longer focused on the logic of the situation; he was just happy to be with a beautiful woman, and he entered the room beaming.

I judged his mindset not as mere fabrication. Because I knew him; he was a very timid guy, from a modest background, not good-looking, with triangular eyes, droopy eyebrows, and an unattractive inward-turned chin. He wasn't tall either, only 160cm, not thin but not fat either, but his muscles were weak, and he had a beer belly, so he weighed about 130 pounds. He was also somewhat hunchbacked. In short, he was someone who had never been popular with women.

He was usually reserved, introverted, and quiet around girls, but I knew that beneath that facade lay a yearning, unfulfilled desire in a young man.

Wang Dingsheng had absolutely no idea how to strike up a conversation; he sat there, unsure what to say. "Shall I get you a glass of water, brother..." I said deliberately, sounding awkward. "Sure, sure," Wang Dingsheng replied, clearly enjoying the simple drink. He took the glass and downed it in one gulp.

I felt sorry for him; it wasn't his fault he wasn't good-looking. In terms of attracting women, he wasn't even as good as me. Back in middle school, there was a girl who liked me, but she left me after seeing how pathetic I was being bullied every day. As for Wang Dingsheng, no one ever seemed interested in him. And he was often bullied too.

As a former friend, I really wanted to help him. My thoughts were racing again, wandering into random thoughts. I couldn't help it; I'm someone who tends to overthink for no reason, and now, with all these bizarre events happening, it was even more uncontrollable. If it were out of friendship, I might be able to help him in some ways. After all, we're friends, and we have a good relationship.

Just as I was thinking this, I chatted casually with Wang Dingsheng. I wanted to test whether he was a true friend, so I asked him what kind of person my brother was, and he started praising him. Haha, at least you have a conscience.

I headed to the kitchen to prepare lunch for myself and Wang Dingsheng. Suddenly, I heard a "thump" behind me. I turned around, but no one was there. Looking down slightly, I saw someone kneeling beside me. "Dingsheng... what are you doing? Get up!" "I hate it... I beg you, Bingbing, please be my girlfriend." Dingsheng hugged my legs, tears streaming down his face. "Ah, what?" "No, no. I know I'm useless. I hate myself for being worthless. A girl like you must already have a boyfriend. Please, while you're staying here, be my short-term girlfriend." Wang Dingsheng spoke as if he were a middle-aged man who had masturbated most of his life, devoid of any youthful spirit, and snot was dripping from his nose: "Even just letting me touch you would be fine." "Hey! What kind of talk is that?" What do you mean by "touch you"? You spineless bastard.

Dingsheng buried his face in my skirt and started sobbing, "I know I'm acting weird. Who says things like that to a girl they just met? But I just couldn't help it." Ugh, this guy, he even gets his snot and tears all over my skirt. What a loser. "Yeah, who says that to their friend's cousin the moment they meet?" "I knew it! I knew I wouldn't be accepted. Waaah..." Wang Dingsheng was utterly pathetic, looking rather pitiful. "Okay, okay. I'll agree to be your short-term girlfriend." Seeing Dingsheng like this, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Thinking about all the days and nights I spent watching porn on my computer, I felt a bit empathetic. For our friendship, I'll help you out a little. Silly guy. "Really? Thank you..." Dingsheng finally stood up, apologizing for his earlier outburst.

After lunch, I suggested we go shopping: "But let's be clear, I'm giving you a trial boyfriend opportunity, so you'd better behave yourself..." I held his hand the whole way, and Dingsheng looked incredibly excited. His expression was so creepy and lewd it was almost unbearable. Holding hands with a girl was truly a first for him.

Because I had a bad day at the mall yesterday, Dingsheng and I went to the antique market.

The antique market wasn't far from my place, and it was just a small one, next to Tashan Park. "Bingbing, I need to use the restroom urgently, wait for me. No matter how long, just wait for me." Suddenly, Dingsheng said this out of the blue, and then he just disappeared. "What? Didn't we just go to the restroom at home? And what he said sounds weird." Anyway, I didn't care anymore, I'd just wait for him here.

Ugh, what am I doing? Dating a guy like him. Maybe it's good karma, but isn't this kind of thing weird? Sigh, I don't know. Thinking about it carefully, isn't something wrong? It seems so. I should have sent Dingsheng away to make my own plans, instead of letting him cling to me. Besides, I don't like him at all; even out of friendship, I've been too good to him. "Hey, young lady. Someone's looking for you over there," a strange middle-aged man called me over. "Oh, thank you. Is this way?" I walked in the direction the man indicated, past a wall, and into Tashan Park. There were very few people there. Although it was a hot summer afternoon, Tashan Park was relatively deserted due to its remote location.

But was anyone there? I looked over there and there were definitely shadows. I took a few steps forward, but it seemed to be just distant tree shadows. I must have been mistaken. Hmm, how strange. There was no one there. I should go back. "Ouch!" I tripped and fell to the ground, getting some dirt on my hands. Someone pushed me.

Who was so mean?

Before I could get up, I felt a blow to the back of my head, a pressure pushing me to the ground. My entire face was pressed against the mud, weeds, and pebbles—it would scratch me. I tried to stand up, but the pressure on my head was so strong I was afraid it would hurt, so I gave up struggling.

I was terrified. What was happening now? I felt someone pressing down on my head, and just as I was about to suffocate, the pressure shifted to my back. I gasped for breath and turned my head to see a man looking down at me, one foot on my back.

He was backlit, making him appear very tall from this angle. His shadow fell on me, and I couldn't see his face clearly, but I knew it was him.

He crouched down—it was indeed Malipo. "What a coincidence, I saw you just as I was picking up my girlfriend and passing by," Malipo said with a smirk. I was too nervous to speak.

He pulled me up, making me kneel on the ground like yesterday.

Oh God, there was no way anyone would come to save me this time; there was no one in Tashan Park. Maybe if I shouted for help, someone from the nearby antique market would come, but if I did that, Malipo definitely wouldn't let me go.

他昨天不打我，是因为没有机会。但这里地方宽阔好跑，离其他人又远，他有机会狠揍我一顿再从容离开。

而马力博也似乎看出了我的心思，从腰间拿出一把美工刀，在我眼前晃了两下又拿回去。“昨天爷没带家伙，要不然昨天就在你小脸上划两道。快点，和昨天一样给我舔。”说着，他把阳具抽出来。

他站着我跪着，我不敢怠慢他，也绝对不敢说半个“不”字。于是伸出舌头去舔他的阳具。我感觉万分羞耻，眼泪又流了出来。

塔山公园的树林中地势高低不平，由于他站的地势本身就比我不少，再加上他的阳具高耸着，我是舔不到他的龟头的。

我仰着头，舔着他的阳具根部，也就是正常不勃起状态下朝内的根部的一部份。

就这样，他高高耸起的阳具好大，很可怕的立在我眼前。“雄壮”，我的脑海里忽然闪过这个词。 Although I hated him and was being insulted by him, I had to admit that Malibo's penis was undeniably masculine, and even though I was now a girl, I still felt inferior.

But that didn't mean I didn't hate it. I licked it a couple of times before turning my face away and gagging—it was disgusting. "How dare you! You think my dick isn't good enough?" Malibo said, pulling out a utility knife and gesturing towards my face. "No, no. I just... I've never done it before," I quickly explained and begged for mercy.

Malibo tilted his head, snorted, and then put the utility knife away. He also noticed I couldn't lick the glans, so he ordered me to get up and change positions.

I obediently stood up, my calves and knees covered in dirt. "Hmm? What's this?" Malibo patted my thigh with a wicked grin, startling me into moving to the side. I looked down at my legs—what was this? There was water running down.

Was it urine? I was so scared in front of Malibo that I wet myself. "When did you start peeing?" Malipo then laughed loudly. "I don't know." "Tell me, you shameless thing." "I really don't know, I dare not lie." "Afraid to lie? What did you say yesterday? If I offend you, I'll never forgive you?" Malipo said viciously, "You little slut, no one has ever said your voice is childish and pleasant, has anyone?" "No." I answered truthfully. It's only been two days since I transformed, and you're the person I've encountered the most. No one has ever praised me.

However, my voice does sound very childish since I became a woman. "Kneel down and continue." Malipo commanded me.

I knew that if I disrespected him even slightly, I would be punished.

So I obediently knelt down and continued to serve him.

Kneeling on this relatively flat ground, my mouth was barely level with the height of his glans.

My eyes looked down at his penis, his large glans exposed, the slit of his urethra clearly visible, the slit quite large, with small bubbles escaping, smelling very unpleasant.

I didn't dare hesitate any longer and opened my small mouth.

I tried my best to please him, hoping that if Mario felt comfortable, he might be gentler with me.

I opened my mouth slightly and stuck out my tongue, tracing the tip of it across his exposed glans. But after only two or three seconds, I couldn't hold it in. I felt like I was acting like a dog, even worse than a dog. A wave of nausea washed over me, and I quickly turned my head away, covering my mouth with one hand and gagging. "Is it that hard? You hypocritical slut." Yes, I am a slut. My personality has long been destroyed by you villains. Even when I licked your shoes before, it wasn't this hard. But I'd rather lick his shoes again than touch that disgusting thing.

Thinking this, I stood there blankly, my face expressionless. "I'm talking to you! Slut!" he said, pressing his hand against my head. Ah, what was he going to do? Don't hit me. "I'm not lying to you, I'm really trying," I explained. "Please be patient with me." "Grow your mouth," Ma Libo snapped.

I obediently opened my mouth, waiting motionless for instructions. "I'll make you grow, slut." I obediently opened my mouth wide, feeling a slight pulling pain at the corners of my lips.

Suddenly, Ma Libo pressed my head forward, and his entire glans was suddenly in my mouth. He slowly pushed it further in. I felt incredibly uncomfortable, wanting to break free, but I had no strength. I could only make muffled sounds; my throat, mouth, and nose felt extremely uncomfortable, and I felt like I was about to faint.

My stomach churned, and a wave of acid reflux surged up from the bottom of my stomach.

I felt so awful, so incredibly awful. This was the most painful time I'd experienced since becoming a girl. I desperately wanted to escape this situation, but I was completely helpless.

Even so, Ma Libo wasn't going to let me off easily. He gradually shoved about a third of his penis into my mouth, pressing my tongue tightly against the bottom of my mouth. "You shameless slut," Ma Libo cursed, keeping me in this position. I don't know how long it lasted, but it felt like an incredibly long time before he finally released my head, and I was finally able to spit his penis out of my mouth. I

was practically suffocating.

As soon as my mouth was free of his penis, I felt completely drained. I lay on the ground, vomiting bile. "You can do it, right? What's so hard about it?" Ma Libo's tone was smug. "I saw your face looked really swollen just now, were you holding your breath?" I dry-heaved, facing the ground so I couldn't see his face, and I didn't want to. I felt so disgusted. Now, it wasn't just the disgusting smell of his penis that bothered me; I was also disgusted that I had performed oral sex on him.

This was too shameful. I wanted to be a decent girl; how could I do this for someone I hated?

"I'm asking you! You slut!" Ma Libo snapped. "Ah, yes...yes...I don't know." I was so shocked I didn't immediately understand what he was asking; I just instinctively uttered those words to brush him off.

Was I holding my breath? I can't remember, maybe. Maybe I was so nervous when he forced me to perform oral sex that my breathing stopped. "Don't know? You didn't know and you still said 'yes'? What are you doing? Shameless slut." Shameless? Is this what I wanted?

Even when I was bullied before, I never did anything so shameful. Even considering my age, I'm just a 16-year-old kid. Shouldn't I be living a happy life? Today is only the second day since my transformation, less than 48 hours, why did I have to encounter Mario three times? Why is fate so cruel to me?

I kept my face down, not wanting to look at him. It seemed that this would lessen his presence and make me feel a little more comfortable. "Huh? What's this?" I heard Mario's surprised voice.

But I didn't turn around to look at him. Although I felt a little strange and scared, I hated seeing him even more, and was even more afraid to see him. And now, just thinking about him makes me feel nauseous. How could he do this? How could he put such a disgusting thing in his mouth? I don't even want to see it. Involuntarily, I reached up and pulled at my tongue. I seemed to feel my mouth filled with the disgusting taste of a penis.

I had just secretly sworn yesterday that I would never do oral sex again. Thinking of this, I couldn't control myself anymore; instead of silently shedding tears, I cried out loud.

I sobbed softly, trying to keep my voice down, afraid of angering Malibo. "You damn slut!" Malibo yelled, then kicked me in the stomach. I was lying on the ground in an arched position, my legs and arms supporting me, my abdomen exposed. Malibo's kick came up from under my stomach like a ball, then went up. "Ah!" I curled up in pain, clutching my stomach. It felt stuffy and throbbing, but I still managed to beg for mercy, "Why are you doing this? I didn't do anything wrong." "What's this sticky stuff?" He pressed his finger to his glans, then pulled out a little liquid, something like my stomach acid. "You disgusting bitch, I'm not in the mood anymore. Got it?" "Yes. I'm sorry," I quickly replied. "Kneel up, I'm going to cum in your mouth now," Malibo commanded.

I struggled to kneel up, but the pain in my stomach intensified, and I fell to one side. "Want to die? Hurry up!" "Please give me some time." At this moment, past events flashed through my mind. If I had pushed Ma Libo away the moment I saw him yesterday, he wouldn't have made a fool of himself. If I had fought back and shouted for help when he trapped me in the toilet last night, he wouldn't still think I'm weak and easy to bully. Although I'm just a weak woman now, my gradual concessions have made him complacent.

As I thought this, I tried to get up, but I didn't kneel down; instead, I stood up. "I told you to kneel down, how dare you disobey?" Ma Libo scolded. My legs trembled with fear, and I almost knelt down again. "Why should I listen to you?" I roared angrily, "I won't let you manipulate me anymore!" I answered him so loudly, my voice sounding resentful but childish, very immature and seemingly aggrieved. I myself didn't think my voice had any threat. "Looks like you're in trouble," Ma Libo said in a low voice, his mood shifting drastically. His penis began to shrivel and shrink, then deflated like a balloon, releasing two puffs of semen instead of air. The remaining semen didn't come out but instead dripped down his drooping penis.

A large drop of semen landed on the soil, while some of the remaining semen clung together, some sticking to his own thigh.

Enraged, Ma Libo pulled out a utility knife to punish me. "Come on, cut me," I said, mustering my courage. "So what? I'll fight you to the end." "You think it's just a scratch?" "..." I swallowed hard in fear. "Fine! Kill me! Hurry! Hurry! I won't give in to you anymore!" "Okay, I'll grant your wish." Ma Libo raised the utility knife with one hand, and I saw his hand tremble slightly.

Just then, his phone rang. That was his current girlfriend's call; she was impatiently waiting for him to pick her up.

His phone was an iPhone 3. After the call, Ma Libo took a picture of me with the iPhone—disheveled, covered in mud, unsteady on my feet, tears streaming down my face, and my hair disheveled.

Then, without a word, he turned and left.

I was left standing there, stunned, sobbing again. "Bingbing…Bingbing…where are you?" I don't know how much time had passed when I heard a voice calling me. That familiar voice—it was my lover.

I looked up and saw Wang Dingsheng in the distance. "I'm over here," Dingsheng said, running towards me. Seeing my pitiful state—covered in mud and with tears streaming down my face—he asked with heartache, "What happened?" "Why did it take you so long to find me?" I didn't want to answer him; instead, I asked Wang Dingsheng. "I always thought you were at the antique market. I searched for you for ages and even went to your house," Wang Dingsheng said painfully, clutching his head, looking extremely guilty. "I couldn't find you anywhere, so I came back here. Then I wondered if you might be at Tashan Park..." "Don't say anymore," I interrupted him. Seeing me like this, even a fool would know what had happened.

We just stared at each other blankly.

Suddenly, I felt that his face and figure weren't so ugly after all; perhaps I desperately needed a safe haven for my heart.

Anyway, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I collapsed, burying my face in Dingsheng's shoulder and crying. He patted my back first, then put one arm around me and stroked my face with his other hand. I didn't resist. "Let's go back to your house," Wang Dingsheng said. It was still afternoon, but the sunlight was already fading.

Back home, Dingsheng busied himself with preparing dinner for me.

My mood improved a bit, and we talked for a long time.

That night, he suggested we sleep in the same bed, promising to behave. I believed him, let him stay the night, and slept in the same bed with him.

I lay in bed, took off my skirt and shirt, leaving only my bra and panties on—both my mother's, ill-fitting, but better than nothing.

I looked at Wang Dingsheng, a strange feeling creeping over me. Was I really in love?

"Do you want me to kiss you?" I actually asked him. “No, I won’t have any improper thoughts about you. I don’t think I’m good enough for you right now,” Wang Dingsheng said as he turned off the light. I was surprised by his change, and also somewhat moved and impressed.

Before the light went out, I looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table: 11 o’clock.

47 hours had passed since the transformation, and so much had happened in such a short time.

Wang Dingsheng groped his way to the bed, lay down beside me, and pulled me into his arms. I trusted him completely.

I fell asleep quickly and had a dream.

I dreamt of Wang Dingsheng, standing in front of me, looking as sleazy, hunchbacked, and insecure as ever, and even shorter than me.

Then I dreamt that he pulled out his 3cm penis from his underwear, trying to get it erect, but to no avail. I looked at him with disgust, turned around, and there was Ma Libo, his 9cm long penis dangling listlessly.

I was terrified of him. I abandoned the two of them and ran far away. A hand grabbed my arm. I turned around and saw Zhu Sen. His 12cm penis was slowly erect, becoming increasingly grotesque and terrifying.

Even more horrifying, he was holding my severed penis, only 4cm long. He placed my penis on his ever-growing penis. My penis looked like a girl's little finger, less than a tenth the size of his, and it looked pitiful. This filled me with fear again. "Ah!" I screamed. "Zhu Sen, what do you want?" Wang Dingsheng was awakened by my nightmare. He wiped away the tears of fright from the corners of my eyes. "Sleep, baby, everything will be alright," Wang Dingsheng said.

I buried my head in his chest in shame and quickly fell asleep again.

It was 2 a.m., 50 hours since the transformation.

I opened my eyes groggily because I hadn't slept well. I knew I hadn't slept well and wanted to close my eyes and continue sleeping, but I quickly woke up again. October
7th, Chapter 12: The Lament of a Fallen Flower 2

I saw a strange figure before me, a bloated body, and two arms stretched out to the sides.

What a strange person those arms were! My eyes began to adjust to the night light, and I felt a sharp pain in my back. Those weren't strange arms; they were my legs!

I saw Wang Dingsheng using his arms to prop up my calves, my buttocks facing his face, while my upper body lay normally, my legs propped up, my thighs pressed against my chest.

This was not a dignified position. And Dingsheng probably hadn't realized I had opened my eyes.

What was he doing?

I saw Wang Dingsheng take a small test tube and pour it towards my genitals.

I quickly rolled to the side and fell off the bed.

I kicked Wang Dingsheng, and the test tube fell onto the bed. "Wang Dingsheng! What are you doing?" I said angrily and turned on the light.

I saw the alarm clock showed 4 a.m. I looked back at the bed and saw only a test tube lying on the mattress.

Looking closer, I saw liquid flowing out of the test tube, white liquid flowing onto the bed. Beside me, Wang Dingsheng stared at me in astonishment, his mouth agape. "Wang Dingsheng, what are you doing!" I repeated. "I thought you were fast asleep… I didn't expect you to be awake…" In his panic, Dingsheng blurted out the truth, then quickly corrected himself, "Ah! No, no. It's like this…" "What is that white liquid?" "I don't know." "You don't know?" Ridiculous! You're going to pour something you don't know on me?

"It's milk." "Get out!" I roared, and Wang Dingsheng shuddered, jumping up from the bed.

Then, reluctantly, I half-pushed, half-led him out the door. "Please give me a chance to explain." Wang Dingsheng stood outside the door, wearing only his underwear. "I don't want to see you again!" I slammed the security door shut and returned to my room.

Why are all people like this? Tears welled up again. I sat on the edge of the bed, wide awake.

I was truly, truly disappointed in Wang Dingsheng. I grieved for a while, lying in bed, then sitting up again. I poured myself a glass of water, but had no appetite to drink it.

Yes, I'm uneasy about it, uneasy about my life. I'm in a state of restlessness.

I checked the clock: 6 AM, 54 hours since the transformation.

Time flies. I've wasted so much time being restless. I need to calm myself down, or I need a sudden realization.

I started reflecting on my experiences after becoming a woman, trying to find the reason for my misfortune. I even started to suspect it was all fate, because there's no evidence to explain my transformation and my mother's mysterious disappearance.

However, that's not the primary issue. The key question is why I'm still suffering misfortune even with a new identity. Just as I thought when I first gained

my female body, it should be time to start a new life, but why does it feel like a repetition of the old ways? Where did things go wrong? It's even worse than before. Just thinking about Mario's terrifying penis makes me emotionally unstable.

Emotions? Yes, emotions, personality, behavior. I thought about how I safely escaped Mario's clutches yesterday. I bravely confronted him, preventing further humiliation. No, it's my personality, my behavior. Because my past life has instilled in me bad personality traits and behaviors, I'm experiencing all this bad luck.

Thinking about this, I suddenly felt much better.

Having calmed down, I did some things I needed to do in the morning, busying myself until 8 o'clock.

I opened the door and saw Wang Dingsheng still standing there in his underwear. "What are you still doing here?!" I said, my face darkening. "Bingbing, I don't even know how long I've been standing here," Wang Dingsheng pleaded, "but I really have been standing here the whole time, to show my remorse, so I haven't dared to rest. Because I planned to stand here until you opened the door..." "Enough, enough," I interrupted him, finding his appearance both amusing and exasperating. "Hurry up and come in and get dressed." "Thank you so much, Bingbing." Wang Dingsheng limped in, clearly his legs were numb from standing. “I’ll give you a chance to explain,” I said, intending to forgive him this once, after all, we’d been friends before. “What were you going to do with that test tube yesterday?” “I…” Dingsheng was putting on his clothes and buttoning them up, “I’m too embarrassed to say.” “Are you going to tell me or not?” “I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you, it was semen squeezed out while you were sleeping. I thought you were sound asleep, so I poured it into your vagina…” “Get out!” I was so angry I was practically fuming. “Bingbing, let me explain.” Wang Dingsheng looked distressed. “I promised I wouldn’t touch your body. And I really didn’t.” “You’re a pervert.” I really didn’t want to see him for even a second. Since I couldn’t get rid of him, I’d leave myself.

I walked towards the door, Wang Dingsheng following behind, not forgetting to close it. "Bingbing...Bingbing, where are you going?" I ignored him, but he followed me like a dog. I randomly boarded a bus, and he followed me; I got off the bus, and he still followed.

I wandered around aimlessly. Nearby was a sports field in a residential area, where some young people were playing basketball.

I didn't care anymore; Wang Dingsheng following me was driving me crazy.

I decided to just watch them play basketball, and Wang Dingsheng stood behind me like a rogue.

The bus ride had been quite long; this was a residential area in Yunyan District. The surrounding buildings weren't new, and it wasn't a wealthy area. The sports field, neither too big nor too small, was sandwiched between residential buildings and parking sheds, with fences separating some areas. The sports field was crowded with people.

I sat down on a half-broken, unusable stone ping-pong table and watched the people playing.

Ah! That's...

After seeing that, I subconsciously turned my head and noticed that Dingsheng's expression was very unpleasant; he had obviously seen it too.

He saw two people: Zhu Sen and Li Sanjin, playing basketball not far away. "Ah, Bingbing," Dingsheng grabbed my hand, "Let's go, this isn't a good place." "Get lost! What are you doing?" I deliberately shouted. People nearby heard our conversation. Zhu Sen and Li Sanjin, who were nearby, seemed to sense the commotion, stopped playing, and looked over. "Bingbing, Bingbing," Wang Dingsheng said慌张地, "Let's talk this over, this isn't a good place." "Not good? Tell me what's wrong?" I deliberately provoked him. "Why aren't you saying anything? Just give me any flimsy reason, and I'll go with you." I continued to provoke Dingsheng, to see if he would tell the truth. I just wanted to deliberately provoke him; this guy was both useless and sleazy.

Zhu Sen obviously saw Dingsheng, tugged at Li Sanjin a couple of times, pointed this way, and the two of them walked over. "Damn, it's too late," Dingsheng muttered to himself. I saw his face was deathly pale; he looked quite pitiful.

It just so happens that I found Zhu Sen and his companion here. I originally intended to use them to punish Wang Dingsheng and see if he was truly a hopeless coward. But now, I suddenly feel a little sorry for him. I've always been a soft-hearted person, and since becoming a girl, I seem to have become even more compassionate.

After all, my current dislike for Wang Dingsheng doesn't mean I like Zhu Sen. Actually, thinking about it carefully, I really shouldn't have used this to scare Dingsheng.

Both Dingsheng and I have been bullied by them, and Zhu Sen even cruelly attacked me. Even though I'm a girl now, the thought of that horrible scene still sends chills down my spine.

Then I thought about the penis, and the bullying Zhu Sen had inflicted on me. He had secretly put his hand inside my pants during class and rubbed my short penis and testicles. I dared not make a sound, afraid of disturbing the others in the class. Suddenly, Zhu Sen squeezed my testicles hard, almost bursting them. Because he knew I was from a single-parent family, he forced me to call him "Dad." I had to whisper it to him several times before he finally stopped. I was in pain for many days after that.

These memories flashed through my mind. No matter what, I hated Zhu Sen, even more than Ma Libo. Well, no, I still hate Ma Libo a little more. I couldn't care less about that now. I gave Dingsheng a wink.

Dingsheng immediately realized my intention and stood up: "Let's go, let's go." "Let's go? Where are we going?" Zhu Sen was already in front of us. "Oh, young master, long time no see." Fatty Li Sanjin also came over, putting a hand on Dingsheng's shoulder. "Where have you been making your fortune lately?" Wang Dingsheng was so frightened that he took three steps back, almost losing his balance. He fell to the ground with a "ouch."

I felt sorry for him and couldn't help but laugh.

Fatty took the opportunity to sit on him. Dingsheng didn't dare to resist, and he was too embarrassed to beg for mercy in front of me. This world is truly ironic. Little did I know, I already knew about Dingsheng's shady dealings, because less than 60 hours ago I was your longtime acquaintance. "Hey, this beautiful lady doesn't seem to have anything to do with this idiot," Li Sen approached me, trying to strike up a conversation. "Why does this guy want to take you away?" "Who knows what's going on in this lunatic's head?" I said irritably. Partly, I was unhappy with Dingsheng, and partly, I wasn't in a good mood with Zhu Sen either.

Although I said that, I felt sorry for Dingsheng; he was bound to get a beating. I planned to plead with Zhu Sen and Li Sanjin for Dingsheng later. Even though you, Wang Dingsheng, are a good-for-nothing, you know you can't beg for mercy; you still have a tiny bit of manly spirit. I'll put in a good word for you later. For the sake of a beautiful woman, what man wouldn't show mercy?

Just as I was thinking this, Wang Dingsheng suddenly put on a crying face, his expression somewhat resembling Zheng Dashi's, and he kept talking: "Wife, wife, you can't say that! You have to save me! Have you forgotten our friendship? If you don't save me, they'll definitely beat me up..." "Get lost! Who's your wife? I think only your last sentence is true, you just need to be beaten up!" Ugh, this Wang Dingsheng is really infuriating, I was so angry I wanted to stomp my feet. What a coward, he still has the nerve to talk about friendship, it's disgusting to think that I actually had fantasies about this kind of person yesterday. The more

I thought about it, the angrier I got, I grabbed Zhu Sen's hand and gently shook it: "Brother... look at this idiot, he's so annoying, I don't even know him, but he follows me around all day, help me teach him a lesson." My voice was already childish, and when I deliberately acted coquettish, it became even more tender. Zhu Sen was clearly losing control, his crotch was starting to stir, and he began to get a little erect.

Hearing my words, Li Sanjin was eager to prove himself. He said to me, "Don't rush, don't rush," and then punched Wang Dingsheng in the face several times. "Wife, you can't do this..." Wang Dingsheng's face was bruised and swollen from the beatings, which I found quite frightening. But he kept calling me "wife, wife," which was disgusting. "Still dare to talk nonsense?" Li Sanjin felt he had lost face seeing Wang Dingsheng still dare to call him that, so he threw a few more punches.

This time Dingsheng didn't speak, blood was flowing from his nostrils, and he didn't dare to call me "wife, wife" anymore. Instead, he pleaded with the fat man, "Hero, spare my life, big brother, spare my life!" But Li Sanjin seemed unsatisfied and added a few more punches, knocking out one of Dingsheng's front teeth.

Dingsheng's mouth was now full of blood, and he couldn't speak.

Soon, a crowd gathered around the four of us, all watching the spectacle.

Two people walked in from the crowd one after the other. One of them was clearly not mentally sound, probably a mentally disabled person living nearby. The other man was tall and burly, at least 185cm, with a high nose bridge and deep-set eyes, but he didn't have the typical Western features.

So, centered around the stone ping-pong table, a crowd surrounded the five of us. "Don't crowd! Don't crowd!" the tall man began to shoo the crowd away, his strong build pushing aside those who refused to leave.

To be honest, I'd never seen Wang Dingsheng get beaten like this before, and my own legs started to tremble again.

But Fatty Li Sanjin was clearly not satisfied. He grabbed Dingsheng's ear and slammed his head against the concrete. "I said stop!" I couldn't help but shout. "Feeling sorry for him?" Fatty teased, slamming Dingsheng's head against the ground again. "I'm going to beat him today!" "Get the hell out of here! Stop!" Zhu Sen suddenly said to Fatty.

Fatty stood up and shoved Zhu Sen: "You're not satisfied either?" It seemed the two had a conflict, which pleased me somewhat. "You bunch of rabble who bullied me, humph, you'll get your comeuppance sooner or later." The tall man separated the two men and said to Li Sanjin, "He's right. After all, you just committed a serious crime. Don't attract attention again." Zhu Sen and Li Sanjin calmed down.

What serious crime was he referring to? I think it was nothing more than the incident three days ago when he hurt me. How pathetic, my pain has become the excuse for two scoundrels to reconcile. Just you wait and see, I will definitely take revenge on all you beasts who bullied me.

I looked down at Wang Dingsheng, who was lying on the ground, his eyes rolled back, a pool of blood on the back of his head, and blood gushing from his mouth and nostrils.

The tall guy told us to go ahead, saying he would handle it. Li Sanjin, looking dejected, went home. "Hey beautiful, wanna grab a coffee?" Zhu Sen suggested.

I wanted to refuse, because I really hated him. But then I thought, since he was willing to spend the money, I'd consider it compensation for the bullying I'd caused him before. Anyway, as long as I spoke to him firmly, what could he do to me? Running away would only get me bullied. Besides, I really wanted him to suffer a bit, so I had to take this opportunity to get close to him and stir up trouble among these people. And another important reason was that I didn't have much money left.

In short, after considering several reasons, I decided to take a small risk. "Sure, why not?" I pretended to be very happy to accept Zhu Sen's suggestion.

Zhu Sen and I drank coffee in a coffee shop and chatted slowly.

He told me the tall guy's name was Zhang Kui, that we met while playing basketball, and that we'd be going to the same high school.

Zhu Sen told me a lot, but only asked my name. I told him to call me Bingbing. "Bingbing, you're really beautiful. Actually, the moment I saw you, I felt it was fate," he said, reaching out to stroke my face, then my earlobe.

I let out a soft moan, offering no resistance. As for why, I neither knew nor thought about it.

Then he moved his hand to my lips, gently pressing them against my soft lips.

After a while, Zhu Sen reached out again, lightly touching my lower lip with his index finger, then casually probing, his finger brushing against the tip of my tongue.

The moment my tongue was touched, I seemed to wake from a dream, momentarily stunned.

I saw Zhu Sen withdraw his hand, placing it between his lips and nose. “A faint fragrance, but not entirely coffee,” he said, then licked his index finger to his lips. “It’s sweet.” I stared blankly at his actions…

What was wrong with me? Why did I allow him to do that? It seemed I was half-asleep until I woke up from the sensation of his touch on my tongue.

Was it my recent mental strain that was causing this? Or was it his inexplicable charm that was making me mistaken? Or was it the atmosphere of the café that confused me? Or perhaps a combination of factors.

Impossible, impossible. Zhu Sen has no gentlemanly manners whatsoever; he’s a bad guy, a pervert. I hate him too much to bear.

Was it the atmosphere of the café? Because this was my first time in a place like this. Growing up in poverty, I rarely even could afford slightly expensive local snacks or upscale restaurants, let alone a café. And I’m not used to drinking this kind of thing; to be honest, this was my first time drinking coffee. Being treated by a former enemy… well, being a girl definitely has its advantages.

Or was it because of my overly tense state? Whatever the reason, I was in a daze. And, and I even moaned when he touched me. Thinking about this, my face flushed. "What's wrong? You seem a little reserved all of a sudden?" Zhu Sen said.

His expression seemed genuinely concerned, but it was all fake concern.

I don't know what I was thinking; I just really hated the feeling. I stood up and turned to leave. "Hey, where are you going?" I heard Zhu Sen's voice behind me, but I ignored it.

I quickly walked out the door, and after a few steps, my wrist was grabbed. I knew it was Zhu Sen. I suddenly realized that my abrupt departure was impolite and strange, and might even arouse suspicion. "Ah," I sighed softly. I turned to look at him, and thankfully, I found that Zhu Sen wasn't angry. "Hey, what you did felt really strange," Zhu Sen's eyes seemed sincere, and I noticed he looked taller than I remembered, around 169 cm. Had he grown taller? "I don't know how to ask. Did I do something wrong?" "No." Ah, how am I supposed to explain this to him? I didn't want to arouse his suspicion, and I certainly didn't want him to take his anger out on me. I needed to maintain a good relationship with him. Maybe at this moment, some melodramatic plot or clichéd scene from a novel or TV show I've read could help me. "Then why..." "Don't say it." I put my index finger to his lips, signaling him to stop talking. Then I pretended to look sincerely into his eyes.

Silence. "Actually, actually, I've been in a bad mood lately." I thought of an excuse. "That guy this morning, I don't know where he came from, he kept bothering me, I felt really annoyed." "You mean Wang Dingsheng?" "I don't know his name." "The one who got beaten up." "I mean him." I nodded. "Then I met you. It was the first time I accepted an invitation from a stranger, and I felt you had a lot of class. I felt really frivolous today... I wasn't like this before. Maybe I've been really upset by Wang Dingsheng these past few days." "How could that be?" Zhu Sen grabbed my wrist again, pulling me closer. "You're a very good girl." It seems Zhu Sen actually believed what I said, this fool.

But, but I don't know why, even though I was just pretending to be something I was doing to Zhu Sen, there was still a romantic and dreamy feeling about it. "Thank you for saying that." I didn't know what had happened, what was going on? I'm just a young girl now, and it's strange that I've never been close to a normal guy before, yet I've suddenly become infatuated with a jerk like Zhu Sen. "Let's not talk about that anymore, let's go back first." "Okay," I said shyly. But I was involuntarily pulled back by him.

I don't even know what I'm thinking anymore. Zhu Sen took my hand and led me back to the cafe to sit with me and continue drinking coffee. I felt like I'd lost the ability to think, just going along with it. He talked a lot to lighten the mood, but I can't remember exactly what he said.

Then he pulled me into the men's restroom.

I had a strange feeling, like many eyes were on me, but I couldn't figure out why.

The cafe's restroom wasn't too big or too small. Zhu Sen locked the door.

His penis bulged out of his pants, it was so big! I felt a surge of attraction.

Zhu Sen pulled his pants down a bit, revealing his large penis, which smelled strongly of urine. I noticed some yellowing on his underwear.

But I felt a strong urge; his penis was so big when erect, a full 26cm long, thicker than most people's wrists, so manly. It was truly a giant among Asians! But what was I doing? Something felt strange. "Ah, I can't take it anymore." "What can't you take?" Zhu Sen asked, unbuttoning my shirt, revealing breasts tightly wrapped in an ill-fitting bra. "It's so itchy." I reached my hands towards my lower body. Zhu Sen ripped off my bra, and my breasts bounced slightly, their shape slightly different from when they were covered. "Don't touch your lower body, give me a blowjob." Zhu Sen commanded, moving closer. I felt

so hot all over, and my lower body was so itchy. Hearing Zhu Sen's command, I immediately squatted on the toilet seat, and as soon as he reached me, I pushed my breasts together to clamp his penis.

His penis was huge, but I was still a developing girl. Although my breasts were firm and elastic, they weren't exactly full or huge. I had to push hard to get them between my legs. "Mmm... ah..." I couldn't help but moan. I had never touched my breasts before. The skin there was as soft as the rest of my body, but it was so sensitive. "Ah... ah..." It was more like a soft moan than a groan. The area between my breasts, where Zhu Sen's penis was, felt indescribably hot. That hard, smelly penis touching my breasts felt like it was constantly giving me electric shocks. It was strange, but so good. "Your technique is really good. Are you a virgin?" "Yes, I am." I rubbed my breasts vigorously until they hurt a little. But they felt so numb and comfortable. My saliva seemed to be overflowing, and I couldn't help but lick his huge glans with my tongue. Once, twice. "Ah...ah...ah..." I suddenly felt like I was about to ejaculate, as if I was throbbing with a tingling sensation, and it was so itchy! I reached down to my lower body. "Don't stop!" Zhu Sen commanded me. "Ah, yes, brother." I quickly pulled my hands back and continued to rub my breasts to serve him, but I couldn't hold back any longer. "Please, brother, I...I'm so itchy down there." Not just down there, my breasts also seemed to need more caresses, no, not caresses, but rubbing. But the sensation in my lower body was very intense, and I couldn't help but reach down to my lower body with both hands. "You're such a nuisance." Zhu Sen said, pressing down with his own hands. He pinched my breasts hard, squeezing and rubbing them without holding back. "Ah! Ah! It hurts." My hands hadn't even gone into my underwear when he pinched my tender breasts like that. Although it felt very good, the sudden pain was too much.

I pushed him away abruptly, and Zhu Sen momentarily loosened his grip.

This loosening had a significant impact; it seemed Zhu Sen had been fantasizing about me for a long time. His large penis, which had only been there a moment, could no longer hold back, retreating slightly towards his hips before thrusting forward, releasing a large gush of white semen.

Ah, so much! Before I could even think, my eyes were covered, my vision was obstructed, and I felt a lot of semen spraying onto my face—it was so hot. I quickly turned my face away, but a second wave of semen immediately splattered onto my cheek, followed by a third wave—so powerful, and it hadn't stopped…

Zhu Sen's fourth wave of semen was noticeably less; although I couldn't see it, I could feel it.

His penis finally stopped ejaculating. I couldn't see it because my face was turned to the side, so I could only guess.

My face and hair were covered in his semen; a lot must have gotten onto my clothes, and I even felt some dripping onto my arm. "Go wash up." Zhu Sen pulled me down and pressed me against the sink. "You wash your face while I do your ass." Ah! What? He's going to take my virginity? That doesn't seem right, but... but I guess I should listen to him. "So tender, are you really a virgin?" Zhu Sen asked as he lifted my skirt from behind.

Ugh, he doubts me. I was about to answer him when I suddenly felt a cool sensation in my genitals. I froze. It was the lustful fluid that had been overflowing for a while, now cool.

Then the lustful fluid stopped flowing and all of it gushed out at once, feeling sticky and warm. My underwear must be soaked. This feeling was very uncomfortable.

What's going on?

"No..." I instinctively moved away and headed towards the bathroom door. "What's wrong? Why do you suddenly not want to do it?" Zhu Sen seemed very puzzled. "I... I... I just don't want to do it!!" I didn't know what to say. All the pleasure I had felt before vanished completely, my mind was a mess. What had I done? I actually did a blowjob for this scoundrel, Zhu Sen? I even licked his, his… How disgusting.

I can't even speak of these thoughts I shouldn't be thinking about. How could this happen?

"Why are you crying?" Zhu Sen looked at me and said, then suddenly seemed to understand something. "Could it be like this…" I didn't know what he was talking about. But hearing his question made me realize that tears were already streaming down my face again. At that moment, I also noticed a lot of noisy chatter outside the restroom door.

There must be some people gathered at the door listening, after all, this was in the middle of the day in a coffee shop restroom.

Zhu Sen's large penis began to slowly soften, and he started to stuff it into his pants. I froze for a moment, realizing that my face was still dirty, and continued to wash it by the tap. "Is the person inside done yet?" At this moment, I heard an angry voice outside. Zhu Sen and I didn't say anything, and I hurriedly washed myself.

But the question kept coming, and I felt so ashamed.

About 10 more seconds passed. Regardless of whether I was completely clean or not, I couldn't stay here any longer. "Are you done yet?!" The voice was obviously very angry. I wiped my face casually with my hand and panicked as I tried to open the door. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I walked to the door and apologized.

But then I hesitated, feeling that my face and body must still be covered in filth and I was afraid someone would see it, but the voice outside sounded so angry. So I reached out to open the door. "Ouch!" I felt a strain on my waist, and my head hit the tiled wall.

My waist and head hurt terribly, and I slumped to the side. "Why did you kick me?" I yelled at Zhu Sen. I felt wronged and confused.

He ignored me, quickly pushed open the door, and ran away.

I started crying on the floor. My life is so miserable.

I feel like I'm still the same useless, good-for-nothing I was before, and I have particularly bad luck.

Zhu Sen used to bully me, calling me a dog, and now I have to serve him and get beaten by him.

Is this my fate? I feel like a piece of cooked meat being eaten by them, and even in life, I was a prey without dignity.

Meanwhile, Zhu Sen, Ma Libo, and the others were happily gathered around the table, eating and commenting on the taste of the meat, while also recounting the various tortures they had inflicted on me and how they had slaughtered me.

I was terrified.

Pain interrupted my thoughts. "Did your boyfriend bump into me when he opened the door?" a man with an indistinct accent said, kicking me as he spoke. "Ah, ah! I'm sorry, he's not my boyfriend," I quickly protested. "Don't kick me anymore, ah, it hurts." "Not your boyfriend and you're having sex in a public restroom? Have you no shame?" The man pointed to a red mark on his head, clearly from when Zhu Sen bumped into him when he opened the door, but it was a very light mark, the kind that would heal in two minutes. After he finished speaking, he kicked me twice more hard.

The second kick landed on my left shoulder. I was bracing myself with my left hand, and the impact forced my little finger towards the ground, causing it to bend backward. "Ahhhhh! It hurts!" My little finger was bent backward at a 90-degree angle and wouldn't move. "You still know how to scream?" the man said, raising one leg. I thought I was going to die. "Calm down, buddy. Don't get worked up." A man in a suit pulled him back. "These kids have no morals, locking themselves in the bathroom to have sex. But hitting people is still unacceptable." "Ahhh! Ahhh!" I kept screaming in pain, my little finger felt like it was broken, the pain was excruciating. "You seem to have a point, so I won't hit you anymore, to avoid causing trouble." The scoundrel said to the man in the suit, then squatted down and slapped me. I didn't dare look at his face. I felt him grab my hand, and suddenly he forcefully bent my little finger back into place. "I'm leaving now, but I'll hit you every time I see you. Understand?" "Ahhh, it hurts. I... I understand." What a wicked person, clearly taking advantage of a woman in distress. I saw his back as he squeezed through the crowd, leaving without even urinating. He was clearly eavesdropping at the door earlier, and now he was looking for an excuse to come in and beat me up.

My hand still hurt so much, but I bit my lower lip and forced myself to endure it, afraid to make a sound, because I was afraid that person would turn around and hit me again. "You think it's all over?" "Huh? What?" I looked up and saw the man in the suit who had helped me earlier; he looked quite respectable. "You made me wait so long, I was about to burst." "Sorry, sorry." "I really want to pee on your face right now." I saw that his pants were already bulging between his legs. These men are disgusting. "No!" I scrambled out of the restroom.

Pushing through the crowd, I felt several hands groping me. How outrageous! I didn't want to deal with them; I just wanted to get away. "A slut having sex in the men's restroom in broad daylight, and she even seems to know shame? That's really strange." "Yeah, yeah. This girl will definitely be a prostitute in the future." I heard the crowd's whispers. "Waaah..." I couldn't speak; I could only run away without looking back.

I want to go home! Go home!!

What is all this? What's wrong with me? Am I dreaming? Is all of this fake?

Am I really a slut? A born slut?

What's happening to me?

I feel conspicuous walking down the street. The semen on my body hasn't been wiped clean yet. Maybe my disheveled appearance is leading passersby to have wicked fantasies.

I can't help but lift my skirt slightly and look down. There's still a lot of sticky semen on my inner thighs, and many shoe prints on my body, and it hurts so much. Suddenly, I feel like I don't want to live anymore.

The bus arrived quickly, and I was about to get on and go home.

Zhu Sen!

I saw him on the other side of the street. He saw me too. He hesitated for a moment, then started crossing the street.

Suddenly, something occurred to me. I quickly

regained some composure. Am I really a born slut who likes to be bullied? Impossible!

From the moment I became a girl, I vowed to live a good life.

That feeling... Zhu Sen must have drugged me. I wanted to fight these evil people, but it seems I'm not only no match for them physically, but I can't overcome their wickedness mentally either.

But I have a strong urge for revenge, a feeling I've never had before.

That bastard. Just you wait, I'll get my revenge. I'll stir you up and make you turn against each other as soon as possible. Just you wait, I'm so angry! And Ma Libo, I'll use you as a tool to kill you sooner or later. Just thinking about you makes me angry. But right now, I'm even angrier at Zhu Sen.

At this moment, Zhu Sen walked over. "Why did you kick me?" I said angrily.

I couldn't understand what was going on. Zhu Sen must not know my background. In his eyes, I'm just a pretty stranger. She's already taken advantage of him, why did he hit her?

This is all so strange. What went wrong? "Let's go to my house to change clothes first, it's very close by." Zhu Sen didn't answer me, but said this instead. "What do you take me for? You bully me on our first meeting and hit me? Saying such inexplicable things, how could I possibly go home with you?" I cried and hit him. "But don't you think you're dirty right now?" "What did you say?" How could he insult me like that? "Stained with semen and filth, why don't you change into something clean? Are you trying to be laughed at by passersby?" Zhu Sen said, then covered his mouth and laughed. "You!" I reached out to slap him, but he grabbed my arm. Then he slapped me across the street.

In the afternoon, being insulted and laughed at like this on the street was already embarrassing enough. And he even hit me.

I was completely stunned. My face burned with pain and shame. Many passersby were watching us. "So I'm leaving?" he said, turning his back.

What did he mean by that? Did he think I needed something from him? What did leaving have to do with me? He came over and hit me for no reason.

Normal boys would care about girls in distress, even though I knew Zhu Sen was a scoundrel, I didn't expect him to be this awful. Drugging a girl he just met, and treating her like this.

Even if I became a pretty girl, I would still be bullied. Maybe they're right, I'm just a born slut.

But I was so angry, so furious, but I seemed to lose my confidence immediately. Faced with his slap, my anger deflated like a balloon whose cap had been released.

It was replaced by fear.

And now I felt so dirty; I didn't know what to do. I felt so vulnerable.

Incredibly scared and terrified, yet incredibly fragile.

Since becoming a woman, I hadn't thought of any way to gain a new identity and establish myself in this world. Everything felt like a nightmare, unreal, but this visceral empathy, this shame, and these inner feelings were terrifyingly real.

A weak woman, repeatedly bullied, and powerless to do anything.

Terror, like a snake, snaked and twisted in the dark depths of my mind, trying to drag my soul into the abyss. "Please, don't go. Take me home." I leaned towards Zhu Sen.

He immediately turned around, and I fell into his arms. "Everything will be alright, baby," he said, but I felt so scared. "Everything will be alright," Zhu Sen said with a smile, his expression not lewd, but wicked.

That expression didn't resemble a middle school student, but rather that of a heinous criminal.

I felt terrified, but I still clung to Zhu Sen's arms. His slap had completely extinguished my anger, leaving only confusion and cowardice.

His mockery and all the mistreatment he had done to me today and in the past made me afraid to resist.

Completely afraid to resist, not knowing where I had gone wrong, afraid of being discovered. Forget about plotting against him; I couldn't even bring myself to refuse his offer to escape back home.

It wasn't that I wanted to obey him, but I was utterly incapable of any resistance.

Since Zhu Sen had asked me to go to his house, I had to try my best to trust him and not resist to avoid further harm. Besides, he was holding me like this, calling me his darling, so I had to try even harder to believe him. "Why are you so despicable?" Zhu Sen whispered in my ear. I didn't know if he was genuinely asking or just insulting me.

I couldn't see anything; my eyes were closed in his arms.

I'm not a despicable girl; it's you who bullied me, drugged me, and humiliated me. Please stop.

Zhu Sen gently bit my earlobe, making me tremble.

I didn't want this. I wanted to live a normal life, not to attract attention on the streets with delinquents, and certainly not to be insulted and bullied.

Zhu Sen released me from his embrace and wanted to take me back to his home. He put one hand on my shoulder and walked slowly.

I hoped Zhu Sen really cared about me and could take me home to change clothes quickly, instead of slowly showing passersby my humiliated and degrading state while he, as a boy, could proudly hold me. "You found out I drugged you?" Zhu Sen still spoke in a low voice, his hand sliding down my back. "Yes," I murmured. "When?" "I just realized." I said, fearfully observing Zhu Sen's expression.

His expression was calm and smug. He was taller than me, at least 169cm; boys grow very quickly.

Even if it wasn't because of his personality, his appearance had a wild quality, and he was more handsome than I remembered.

To put it another way, while he wasn't exactly handsome, he was much better looking than I remembered. It seems that my previous dislike of him stemmed from my hatred of him, which also made me repulsed by his appearance. "Then why did you trust me and come home with me?" Zhu Sen said, reaching his hand under my skirt from behind. "Please don't do this," I said in a panic. I didn't want to be humiliated again; please, please don't do this in the street. I've already lost enough face. "What do I want you to answer?" Zhu Sen snapped. He pinched my left buttock hard through my underwear with two fingers. "Ah, ah, because I trust you. It hurts." "Why are you reacting so strongly?" Zhu Sen said. "It really hurts." "You're lying." "I really can't lie to you; I'll tell you everything." After my explanation, Zhu Sen said nothing more.

Soon, we turned into a side street. It was afternoon, and there weren't many passersby. "Does your butt still hurt?" "It still feels a little." "Bitch!" Zhu Sen suddenly slapped me. It really hurt; tears immediately streamed down my face after the slap. "Please don't hit me. I... I'm really trying my best to be obedient." I hurriedly explained, covering my face.

Zhu Sen was raising his hand to slap me again when he glared at me, then hesitated. "What did you say?" "I'll be obedient." "Strange... something's definitely wrong," Zhu Sen stared at me for a while. "When did your voice change?" "I... I don't know." At this moment, even I noticed the difference. The pain from Zhu Sen's slap was far more unbearable than the previous ordeals. My voice also underwent a subtle change; it was still so childish and innocent, but not indistinguishable from a child's voice, containing a hint of a girl's innocent age. "Let's go back first." Zhu Sen grabbed my arm.

Rather than saying the pain was greater, it was more accurate to say that my physical sensations had changed drastically. Zhu Sen held my arm, and the skin I touched felt strange.

I realized that my psychology had also changed. Although I had always been timid and cowardly, I shouldn't be so obedient. And my body's perception of the outside world had become completely different from before. Could it be that the female body's senses had only now fully awakened? Although I had transformed into a woman at a young age, I still retained a man's senses.

I don't know if my speculation is correct, but I felt a significant change in my body's perception of the outside world.

Zhu Sen's home was also in a dilapidated apartment building, in a very bad location. This was my first time visiting his place. The first floor was somewhat dark and slightly damp.

Dusty light bulbs hung on the walls, creating a gloomy atmosphere even when the lights were on.

I knew Zhu Sen's family wasn't wealthy; he was probably the kind of spoiled teenager lacking discipline.

I cautiously surveyed Zhu Sen's living room, and then, my eyes lit up: Ma Libo!!!

I felt like I had fallen into an abyss.

Oh my god! How did I get here? Am I stupid? My thoughts suddenly raced.

The repeated humiliations combined with the confusion and sluggishness of my female body's awakening senses led me to make a terrible decision: I had actually followed Zhu Sen here.

Why was Ma Libo here? Their relationship shouldn't be so close that they would leave another person unattended in their own home. But no matter what, what should I do now?

That bastard Ma Libo would definitely not let me go. “This world is truly amazing.” Ma Libo stood in the shadows, far from the light. “Sen, what… what’s going on?” I pointed at Ma Libo and asked Zhu Sen, but I was trembling with fear, my fingers unable to move. “Did I give you permission to speak?” Zhu Sen glanced at me. “Also, from now on, you have to call me Master.” “Yes, Master.” I didn’t dare hesitate to change my address to him. “Isn’t this the beautiful woman who once bravely fought off a pervert?” It was Ma Libo’s voice.

He slowly walked over. My heart almost stopped beating and I couldn’t breathe. “Yesterday you seemed ready to fight me to the death, didn’t you?” Ma Libo said, resting his head on my shoulder, his mouth close to my ear. “I will fight you to the end.” Ma Libo mimicked my voice in a high-pitched tone. “N-no.” My mind went blank. “Oh. Is that so? This girl said something like that?” Zhu Sen asked. “Yes, she did.” As soon as Ma Libo finished speaking, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, and suddenly felt like vomiting. I couldn’t stand up anymore.

I clutched my stomach, trembling with fear, and collapsed to my knees, quickly falling to my side. "My punches are much weaker than my kicks," Ma Libo said. "Why didn't you fight back like you did yesterday?" It was truly unbearable; I'd never felt such pain or fear before.

I stared at their feet and trouser legs. For a moment, I couldn't think of anything. "That's definitely that bitch," Ma Libo said. "But something's strange," Zhu Sen said. "This girl has been beaten a lot." Zhu Sen's voice trembled as he spoke. "Oh? So?" Ma Libo asked, lifting one foot and placing it on my face. "Didn't you see something odd?" "I can tell she's been beaten; look how dirty she is." Ma Libo said, increasing the pressure. "We need to punish this bitch." "Have mercy! Let me go!" It hurt so much; the skin on my cheek was being rubbed raw, and the pressure was excruciating. "Call me 'Daddy,' have mercy! Hahaha!" Ma Libo said, slowly lifting his other foot. If he lifted his other foot completely, all his weight would be on me. "Daddy! Daddy, please let me go! Daddy! Daddy!! Daddy, please forgive me!" I cried out desperately, begging him for mercy. "Just hearing your pleading makes me hard." Ma Libo put his foot back down, leaving the other foot still on my cheek.

My skin and ears still hurt terribly, but thankfully, the feeling of being crushed by gravity was gone. "Daddy! Daddy, please forgive me." "Shut up!" Ma Libo snapped at me. "I mean, the light in this room is dim, you probably didn't see..." Zhu Sen continued. "What?" Ma Libo seemed to realize something too.

He removed his foot and ordered me to get up.

My face felt burning and painful. "Yes, Daddy," I replied, but I couldn't stand up at all; my legs were weak.

So Zhu Sen grabbed me and pulled me up.

Ma Libo touched the spot where he had stepped on me. "Ah, ah! It hurts so much to touch it," I couldn't help but say. "You mean she was beaten a lot?" Ma Libo said, taking two steps back. “Yes, you said you noticed it too.” “But…but how could it be…” Ma Libo said, “Besides the fact that I just slapped her face until it was swollen, I really didn’t notice any marks left from when I hit her yesterday.” “So, what do you think about this?” Zhu Sen asked.

What were they talking about? I was so scared.

But then, I suddenly realized something.

My little finger, which was almost broken in the coffee shop, didn’t hurt at all anymore, and the pain in my waist from Zhu Sen’s kick had stopped. Except for the injury Ma Libo had just inflicted on my face, all the previous pain was gone.

This didn’t just happen now, but I couldn’t remember when it had healed.

Was this divine intervention protecting me?

“This is no small matter,” Ma Libo said, trembling. “You know more about this than I do. What do you think we should do?” “That’s right. Brother Leopard said that if we encounter this situation, we must hand it over.” Zhu Sen answered him with a gloomy expression.

Who is Brother Leopard? What does handing it over mean? What are they talking about? I didn’t understand any of this. “You mean, we can’t just hand it over without any consequences?” Ma Libo asked. “Yes, that’s what Brother Leopard said.” Zhu Sen paused. “But you saw it too. Neither of us would be willing to just hand this slut over like this.” “Yeah. I want to fuck her to death right now!” Ma Libo said fiercely.

What? Are they going to sell me or something?

“But,” before Zhu Sen could reply, Ma Libo continued, “if we keep her, things will get really difficult, won’t they?” Ma Libo’s voice trembled as he spoke, and I could clearly sense his fear.

What terrible thing could it be? I felt so scared.

After saying this, neither of them spoke.

Silence.

I mustered my courage and stole a glance at Zhu Sen's face, only to see an expression that was utterly terrifying. "We're going to kill her eventually," Zhu Sen said.

I was completely stunned. "But before that, there's a long period of pleasure," Zhu Sen said wickedly, his tremor fading, "Hahaha, hahaha." "Hehe, hehehahaha." Ma Libo laughed too.

Ah, what exactly are they planning? Why is this happening?

"No! Master, I'll do anything, please don't kill me." I immediately knelt at Zhu Sen's feet, clinging to his legs, begging him. "It's starting now," Zhu Sen said, pulling me up and throwing me onto the sofa in the middle of the room.

I had no idea what to do, and I had no ability to resist. Zhu Sen sat on my legs and pulled down my underwear. "This bitch's private parts even have a fragrance, quite unusual," Ma Libo exclaimed. "Hehe, time to deflower her." Zhu Sen said, starting to pull down his own pants, his crotch already enormous.

Oh God, I'm going to die. It's too big, it's too big.

Zhu Sen quickly pulled down his underwear, his terrifyingly large penis standing straight up, completely covering his navel, making him look like a monster. "You look like you're about to die of fright," Zhu Sen said, pressing down on my calves and pulling me closer.

My head rested on the sofa armrest, my eyes fixed on his penis—it was huge, like a beast. If it were to penetrate me, I would surely die.

I closed my eyes in fear. "Why should you be the first to taste it?" I heard Ma Libo stop Zhu Sen. "Isn't it good to let you fuck her mouth?" Zhu Sen dismissed Ma Libo with those words. "Hehe, of course it's good." "Please don't kill me after you're done, okay?" I continued to beg, my voice trembling as I cried, "No, I mean, Daddy and Master, please don't kill me, okay? Ah!!!" Before I could finish my question, Zhu Sen thrust his enormous penis into my body. It hurt so much! Was my body being torn apart?

“What are you yelling for? You slut. My glans isn’t even fully in yet, I’m very slow. Hahaha…” Zhu Sen laughed gleefully. “What are you waiting for? Hurry up and fuck her mouth. Don’t let the neighbors hear her screaming.” “Yeah, there’s nothing to wait for,” Ma Libo said.

I felt the pain in my lower body intensifying, and my body felt like it was about to convulse.

Ma Libo pressed my head down with one hand, turning my face to the side: “Turn your head around, come and eat Daddy’s big cock.” My mouth, which was screaming in pain, was quickly stuffed with Ma Libo’s penis.

How disgusting, but that feeling was instantly masked by the pain in my lower body. So hot, so painful, I felt like my genitals had been cleaved open with an axe. “So good. Hahaha.” Zhu Sen was very happy, “A pure girl like this, her vagina is just a faint slit, you can’t see any structure at all, it feels so good to insert it.” “It’s very tight.” Zhu Sen continued smugly, “I just put the glans all the way in, look at the blood. Hahaha.” Did I bleed a lot? It hurts so much.

I can’t see it, and I don’t want to see it. My mouth was still stuffed with Malibo's glans; I was suffocating. "Good girl, open your eyes!" Malibo scolded me. "See how Daddy fucks your mouth." He continued pushing into my mouth. "Fuck!" Zhu Sen roared, thrusting even harder.

Oh my god, my consciousness suddenly cut off. Was I dying? I felt both cold and hot in my genitals. "Wow, you're amazing. She even bleeds from that one thrust," Malibo exclaimed. "It's only about 8 centimeters in before it's all the way in," Zhu Sen said. "This girl's vagina is so small, how can it satisfy me?" I forced myself to use my last bit of strength to keep my mouth open, afraid I'd bite "Daddy."

Oh my god, only 8 centimeters in, less than his limp length. "Master" was exceptionally strong, his penis 26 centimeters long. What should I do?

"Hahaha, so good. Keep going." Zhu Sen's voice terrified me. “You’re something else, your whole penis is stained red. Are you trying to kill my daughter by pushing it in any further?” Ma Libo teased. “We’re going to kill her, even better if we fuck her to death. Hahaha!” Zhu Sen said smugly.

Ah, ah, I’d never felt this pain before, but I couldn’t scream.

I felt like I was urinating, but I couldn’t control it at all. Was it because my master’s penis, thicker than my arm, was pressing on my bladder?

“Die! This disgusting bitch seems to have urinated.” Zhu Sen continued to thrust forcefully into me. “I feel a little terrified,” I heard Ma Libo murmur, his voice trembling slightly. “I’m estimating from the length of her vagina, I’ve already reached the bottom of her uterus,” Zhu Sen said, “but she doesn’t look like she’s enjoying it at all.” “Not only is she not enjoying it, look at her face, she looks like she’s about to die,” Ma Libo said. “Even so, I’m going to continue.” Zhu Sen said this gleefully, “I still have 10 centimeters left outside, I can’t go any further, I have to push harder.” “Isn’t it too early to just play her to death like this?” Ma Libo asked. “How can you blame me? She’s just too weak.” I could barely hear Zhu Sen’s voice anymore. “Ahhh! Get in here!!”

I woke up immediately, though I had only been unconscious for a few seconds. I

had lost all feeling in my genitals, and I saw Zhu Sen thrusting into me. He was still fucking me.

My throat hurt, and I couldn’t help but scream, but no sound came out.

Then I realized I couldn’t hear anything at all.

My head gave way and I saw Ma Libo kneeling on the ground, clutching his genitals.

He looked like he was in a lot of pain, his upper body curled up, one hand covering his genitals, the other holding a blood-stained kitchen knife.

A few seconds passed like that.

I heard myself make a hoarse “woo woo” sound.

And Zhu Sen kept saying, “I’ll fuck you to death, hahaha.” Ma Libo stood up and walked over, a little unsteady.

He raised the kitchen knife and chopped down, I didn’t know which part he was going to cut.

My left breast hurt terribly, and I was surprised I hadn’t fainted. “Get out! I haven’t even started playing with your big tits yet. Don’t keep ruining my fun,” Zhu Sen yelled. “I’ll show you what’s what, I’ll show you what’s what!” Ma Libo slashed my face twice with his knife. One of my eyes was blind, and the remaining vision was mostly obscured by flowing blood. “Fuck your mother!” Zhu Sen cursed, “Now I’ve lost my appetite.” “I’ll make you lose your appetite! I don’t have a dick!” “Ah, my eye.” Zhu Sen screamed, and I vaguely saw him roll off the sofa and writhe on the floor.

Ma Libo was still standing beside me, stunned for a moment.

Then he continued to slash a few more times, and I couldn’t see at all. “You beast, you actually slashed me.” Zhu Sen said painfully. “The bitch is dead too, this is what happens when you bite my dick.” Ma Libo said weakly, “You’re also responsible that my dick was bitten. I can’t fuck, and you can only fuck my corpse.” “My eye. Ugh, it hurts so much. You, Ma, do you think I’ll let you go?” “Then what do you want to do?” The two continued to talk, but I couldn’t hear them anymore, and soon I completely lost all feeling.

I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear, and the pain was gone.

I felt my body convulsing, my remaining strength draining away. My chest ached and felt tight.

But the pain quickly subsided. Was I going to die?

Mom…

It was getting dark. Where was I?

It was humid and hot, yet occasionally chilly, giving me goosebumps. Maybe it was fear. “How dare you two? Do you both want to die?” I heard a hoarse male voice outside the door, and there was movement.

It was a small room, I couldn't see the layout clearly, but I felt a sense of danger. I tried my best to recall what had happened. "No, no, Brother Leopard. We don't know either." I heard a familiar voice. "Don't know? Really don't know?" the hoarse voice pressed. "Ah, ah. I don't know if he knows or not, but I really don't know." I recognized the voice; it was Zhu Sen. "Maybe he knows but he didn't say anything." "Zhu Sen, don't talk nonsense. Leaving her here to be killed was your idea." "Ah ah! Ah ha, ah woo..." Zhu Sen howled and groaned like an animal. "This finger is your punishment, but this isn't over yet; the real suffering is yet to come." the hoarse voice said cruelly. "I know I was wrong. Little Marco told the truth. Please..." "Stop kowtowing. Your punishment is inevitable, but I don't have time for now." the hoarse voice continued, "Brother Leopard, I need to focus on the important matter first. Where is that body now?!" “Aha, awoo…” Zhu Sen howled like an animal, “My finger… woo woo…” “How could you have such audacity?” a hoarse voice questioned. “It was all Zhu Sen’s idea. It has nothing to do with me.” I heard Ma Libo say in a trembling voice. “What happened?” the hoarse voice continued to press. “It’s all my fault. After I found out she was a ‘tribute,’ I planned to play with her myself, thinking I could fool Brother Leopard.” Zhu Sen said with a sob, “Brother Leopard, spare me… I was confused for a moment.” Zhu Sen kept begging for mercy, and I realized that I was in Zhu Sen’s bathroom.

Suddenly, there was a thud on the floor. “Brother Leopard, you see, it’s all Zhu Sen’s fault, it has nothing to do with me.” “Stop kowtowing, you will be punished, but I don’t have time for now.” the hoarse voice continued, “Brother Leopard, I have to focus on the important matter first. Which body is there now?” “In the bathroom.” Zhu Sen quickly replied. “Idiot, drag it out quickly.” the hoarse voice commanded, and the dilapidated bathroom door creaked open quickly. "This..." Zhu Sen's voice was almost breaking with tears.

I slumped against the wall, desperately trying to hold my twisted ankle to stifle a scream. Just then, I saw light shining from the bathroom window. "You two idiots! Go find it!" a hoarse voice commanded. "The...the...the body...how could it disappear?" Ma Libo said in a voice filled with a terror I'd never heard before. "The window?" the hoarse voice muttered to itself, "It probably hasn't gone far." This guy called Leopard must have discovered me escaping through the window. I felt extreme fear, let out a scream, and started running frantically in all directions. "It's right outside!" Before Leopard finished speaking, I heard her swiftly and deftly climbing through the window.

How could I possibly escape? I didn't dare look back, and kept running. "What are you doing? How did you manage to climb out of my house?" another voice came from behind. "Get lost! Go to hell!" Leopard cursed. "You little thief, you're finished now that you've messed with me." The voice was clearly getting into a fight with Leopard.

I ran for a while, panting heavily. Looking back, I could no longer see anyone chasing me. Luckily, I knew the way; once I left this alley, I'd be on the main road.

Great, I could escape home.

It was late; I didn't know what time it was, probably between 10 and 12.

The buildings and streets around Zhu Sen's house were rather dilapidated, but it was still considered a relatively good area in Yunyan District. I could take a bus home. That's what I thought.

The street was deserted at night. A few figures walked sparsely across the street, so I stood near the bus stop.

Suddenly, I realized a serious problem: my clothes were tattered and stained with blood.

My mind went blank, my legs went weak, and I collapsed to my knees.

It all happened so suddenly. My father and my master killed me, but why was I still alive? Leopard was terrifying; even my master was so afraid of her. Although I didn't know why, Leopard was looking for me now.

The thought filled me with immense fear; I was drenched in sweat, and my body went numb and cold. "Run! Hide!" I told myself involuntarily.

But where was I nearby? Should I find a corner to crouch and wait for the bus? I thought to myself, taking a few steps back.

Calm down, calm down. What should I do now?

Yes, first, take off my blood-stained clothes and skirt. Fortunately, there wasn't much blood on my underwear. Although wearing only a bra and panties was indecent, it should reduce the suspicion considerably.

Then I should find a place to hide. Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly saw a figure appear not far away.

Ah! It's Brother Leopard! My heart tightened, and I turned and ran.

Ignoring direction and location, I saw only two small hair salons nearby, their sliding glass doors emitting a dim light, still open. I pushed open one and went in. "Hello, sir," a woman in her twenties said in her habitual voice. She had wavy hair and was only wearing underwear and tall boots. Her looks and skin weren't particularly good.

After she finished speaking, she stared at me, stunned. Another woman was lying on the sofa, at least 30 years old, her appearance and hygiene terribly slovenly.

I also froze for a few seconds, then awkwardly lowered my head, looking at the floor. "Is this some new stock from next door?" the woman on the sofa said. "Doesn't seem like it. A young woman like that, with her good looks, would be sold at the Jin Yang Grand Hotel." "I don't think so either," the standing woman said. "What are you doing here? Looking for your father? Why are you dressed like that?" "I...I am..." I stammered, unsure what to say.

How did I end up in a brothel? I'd better get out. Looking back, I saw an old man passing by outside. What was he doing so late?

Yes, that must be the figure I'd seen before, not some Brother Leopard. But...but, Brother Leopard could come at any time, and my clothes and skirt were still outside. Oh no. "I'm asking you, young lady. What are you doing here? Showing off your figure in front of an old woman?" the woman continued.

Just then, the inner door of the back room of the hair salon opened, and a prostitute helped a fat middle-aged man out.

Her belly fat bulged out, and her face was as round as a Shar-Pei.

The man saw me, and his eyes lit up. Then he turned to the woman on the sofa: "Oh, you even have this kind of stuff. Expensive, huh? Looking down on me? I'd take her even if she were more expensive!" I blushed deeply at their words and decided to leave this place as quickly as possible. "You're joking. How could our little shabby shop have such good stuff? I wonder which brainless 90s kid came from," the woman on the sofa replied. "Such a good deal? Little sister, are you here to deflower yourself?" the man asked me.

Good heavens, what are they talking about? I'd better leave quickly and stop wasting my breath on them.

I was about to turn and leave when "Brother Leopard! Come quick, whose skirt is this?" Ma Libo's shout came. "Looks like she left from here," Brother Leopard said. "If she's already on the bus, it'll be hard to find her." "What should we do then?" Zhu Sen asked in agreement.

Good heavens, they had arrived at the station, less than four meters from the small shop.

If any one of them took just a few more steps, they could easily see my back through the large sliding glass door. "Please, please," I pleaded softly. "Is someone looking for you?" the prostitute supporting the fat man asked in a low voice. "Come on, sister. Come in with your uncle quickly." The middle-aged fat man grabbed my hand and winked at the prostitutes.

At this moment, she was my savior. I didn't dare to delay for a moment and quickly followed her into the inner door, which led to a dark corridor. "Come on, this way." I followed her and groped my way into a small inner room, turned on the light, and found a double bed and a table. There was also a small television, a player, and CDs. This was clearly one of the prostitutes' workplaces.

The middle-aged man made me sit on the bed. "Why are they looking for you? And why are you dressed like this?" "My boyfriend was going to gang rape me with others. I escaped when they took my clothes off," I told her, making up a reason. "Is that so?" the man continued. "Yes. I argued with my parents and didn't dare go home. My boyfriend asked me to go for a walk at night, but I didn't expect him to bring two bad guys with him." The middle-aged man couldn't resist reaching out a greasy, fat hand to pinch my face. "Now, Uncle can guarantee you won't be gang raped, but you have to let Uncle have sex with you. Is that fair?" "Yes," I

replied, feeling wronged. I had no choice but to agree. "No? Can I go see what's going on in the back!" I suddenly heard Zhu Sen shout. "What are you doing, kid? Get out of here!" Then I heard a commotion outside. The middle-aged man smiled slyly, indicating I shouldn't be afraid: "You don't trust Uncle? If you're still scared, I'll throw you out." After saying that, the man pushed me down onto the bed. She was already impatient.

At that moment, the door to the room opened.

"It's Master!" The boy was about 1.7 meters tall, strong, with an untamed wildness and anger on his face. One of his eyes seemed to be damaged, with a dark, mottled knife scar and bloodstains and dirt around it. The

middle-aged man was so frightened by Zhu Sen's appearance that he collapsed to the ground. "Master." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and curled up on the bed.

Master looked at me with undisguised surprise. "Incredible. Mingming is dead..." Zhu Sen said and started dialing his cell phone, "I need to report the situation to Brother Leopard immediately." 10-07
Thirteen, The Prince's Failure 1

The bloody battle between Warrod and Aroye had ended three days ago. Aroye's army had been completely defeated, and Warrod ruthlessly pursued the last resistance fighters.

Finally, he achieved his goal: capturing Prince Atan, the leader of Aroye's army.

In his command room, Warrod ordered the prince to be brought before him.

Prince Atan was six feet tall, strong, and known for his just leadership and strong warrior.

Under his leadership, Aroye had resisted Warrod's fierce offensive for years.

Warrod looked with satisfaction at his captured enemies. "As the price for daring to defy my will and rebel, I will slaughter you all. Aroye will become a land of death, everyone will die, and you will be the last to die, so that you can witness the fate of your people and the end of your rebellion!" Warrod said viciously.

Atan knew that Warrod was a ruthless man, merciless in his evil deeds.

He desperately wanted to find a way to save his people and his men. "Your target is me," he shouted, "I swear by the honor of a warrior, if you let my people live, I will do anything for you!" "Anything I want? Voluntarily?" Warrod asked, he hesitated, and suddenly an evil thought surfaced in his mind. “I have devised a punishment suitable for you, but I warn you, if you renege on your oath, I will still keep my promise.” “If you let my people live and treat them well, I will accept any punishment you may give, however terrible, I swear on the honor of a warrior!” Prince Atan replied, realizing he might be forced to fight for Warold as a warrior (his bravery was universally acknowledged), but this meant the salvation of his people, which was always the most important thing to him. “Very well, so be it,” Warold said with a smile, “If you break your oath, I will kill all your people, remember that!” To Atan’s surprise, Warold gave an order to the high priest beside him, who began chanting a mysterious incantation. He hadn’t anticipated this.

He wanted to ask Warold what the priest was doing, but suddenly he found himself unable to utter a single word. He was confused, but then he felt a mysterious change taking place in his body.

He tried to speak, but the only thing he could do was open his mouth wide and scream silently!

He collapsed to the ground, all his strength seemingly draining away from his body.

He raised a hand and was astonished to see his strong, brown hand slowly turn white, slender, and beautiful; he could feel his face changing, his beard seemingly shrinking into his skin!

His once short hair miraculously grew longer, becoming a waterfall of golden hair that cascaded down his back.

He felt a powerful force pressing his ribs together, making his waist very thin, and even a little breathless.

At the same time, right before his eyes, his clothes slowly bulged at his chest, and he could feel his flesh slowly expanding into a pair of full breasts, slightly sagging, hanging heavily on his chest.

A violent pain inside him almost made him faint; his male organs were gradually shrinking and merging into his body, replaced by a strange emptiness, and then he heard his own high-pitched scream.

A terrifying and strange feeling overwhelmed him, making him dizzy.

Before he regained his senses, Warold roughly pulled him to his feet.

His trousers were already too big for his waist.

As Warold roughly dragged him, his trousers naturally slipped down below his buttocks.

He tried to struggle, but his body was too weak to resist Warold, who easily subdued him, who was now examining his body closely!

"Not bad," Warold said maliciously, slowly running his hand up from under Atan's clothes, kneading his breasts, enjoying the pleasure of forcefully controlling a struggling "girl." "What did you do to me?" Atan asked breathlessly, his new female voice revealing his fear.

Warold grinned. "Remember," he whispered in Atan's ear, "you consented to any punishment, you did it voluntarily." "No," he gasped, "I won't, I can't, I won't..." "Oh, you can, and you're willing," Warold said calmly. "You consented to voluntarily accepting any punishment, didn't you? Of course, you can change your mind, and then..." He didn't utter his threat, knowing Atan would obey him, or he would subject his people to slaughter.

Atan looked at Warold, knowing this villain was ruthless and would truly order a massacre if he dared to resist.

There must be other ways; he was a warrior, not a woman!

He desperately considered various methods, but when he looked into Warold's eyes, he knew they were useless against this evil man. He slowly closed his beautiful green eyes in despair.

"I think you'll enjoy being a woman," Warold mocked. "Think about it, beautiful dresses and bodices, embroidered petticoats to cover your body. Of course, you must be dignified and obedient, showing your master your most beautiful and alluring side." Warold laughed, gesturing to the two maids beside him: "Take the princess down to dress and prepare for the victory celebration," he said mockingly, lifting her face with his hand, "and I want her to see every inch of her body." Already dazed, she was led by the maids to a room, stripped of the remaining armor, and then bathed in a perfumed tub.

He had expected to be forced into becoming a warrior under Warold's command, committing evil deeds for him—the worst possible outcome he had envisioned. But now, without realizing it, he had willingly become a woman, a submissive and obedient woman. Fate had taken a turn for the worse!

For a moment, fear made him consider breaking his vow, but the fate of his people and his solemn promise as a warrior made him realize that he had no choice but to continue obeying his destiny.

No warrior had ever broken their oath before, and he was no exception; he had to keep his promise, and a fear he had never felt before gripped his heart.

The maids made him lie down on a thick stone slab, applying fragrant oils to his skin and gently massaging it. As they softly applied the oils to his beautiful, full breasts, he closed his eyes, trying to forget the pleasure.

After his bath, the maids led him to another room filled with beautiful clothes and a large dressing table.

He hesitated, sadly realizing they wanted him to wear women's clothing. "We don't want any trouble now; you're an obedient girl," said one of the maids, who was clearly of some status.

He initially wanted to resist, but quickly gave up. "Repeat what I just said," the maid said. "I will obey," Atan could only submit. "Say what I say!" she commanded. "I'm an obedient, good girl," Atan whispered, his face slowly flushing with shame and humiliation. "Very well, you're a good girl. Now let's dress you up nicely," the maid said with satisfaction.

In deep shame, he obediently followed the maid's orders, slowly pulling up a pair of pink silk lace panties along his long, slender legs.

The silk fabric was smooth; that was the feeling as he pulled up the barely-covering panties to his buttocks.

For a moment, he felt that emptiness between his legs again; the lace panties covered his new private parts without any obstruction, and the unintentional friction of the silk against his skin gave him an unexpected pleasure.

Then he picked up the bra and slowly put it on. The bra was a half-cup, supporting his sensitive breasts and making them firm. The lace straps on his shoulders made him uneasy, but when he placed his breasts in the silk cups, he also felt a sense of relief, because his full breasts had a comfortable support. This was a completely feminine garment he had never experienced before. He could feel the silk cups comfortably enveloping his full breasts, and the lace trim of the bra gliding against his sensitive skin, creating ripples in his heart.

Then the maid handed him a lace garter belt, which he slowly put on.

He picked up the thin stockings, slipped them over his long, white legs, and tied them to the garter belt.

The feeling of the stockings was wonderful, a pleasure he had never experienced before.

After putting them on, he felt as if his entire body was bound by exquisite lace, restraining him from his shoulders to his waist to his hips to his legs.

Finally, the maid had him put on a pair of pink silk gloves that reached his elbows. The thought of wearing women's underwear was extremely humiliating. He had once been a warrior, accustomed to leather and armor, and now he was wrapped in soft women's underwear.

Wearing sexy women's underwear, he was ordered to sit in front of the dressing table, and the maids began to apply makeup to him. He felt embarrassed as the maids applied various cosmetics to his face.

He lowered his eyes and saw his sweet new breasts gently covered by a bra; he could feel the heavy weight of the cups. The maids had finished the basic foundation and were now applying lipstick to his thin, rounded lips.

He was forced to purse his lips as instructed by the maids, a small brush gently wiping them as they meticulously applied makeup. Afterward, they used mascara and eyeshadow to enhance his eyes.

As he sat there with his eyes closed, he could feel the soft pleasure of the garter belt and stockings against his legs. Finally, after applying a light blush to his cheeks, the makeup was finished.

Enjoying the thrill of dominating the beautiful man before them, the maids had him stand before a floor-length mirror and helped him dress in a revealing pinkish-white silk gown, forcing him to watch their every move as they dressed him.

The gown clung tightly to his upper body, abruptly widening into a long, flowing skirt that trailed to the ground. A wide pink ribbon was tied tightly around his slender waist, knotted at the back.

The dress had a low-cut bodice, revealing a deep cleavage. The tight fabric and corset accentuated his already full breasts, making them appear even more alluring. The upper sleeves clung tightly to his arms, flaring out into wide bell sleeves at the elbows. Beneath the exaggerated skirt, a long satin petticoat bound his legs, forcing him to walk with a woman's gait and posture, taking tiny, delicate steps. He could feel the subtle friction between the petticoat and stockings; the lace at the stocking tops and the garter belts tightly constricted his thighs, and the tight petticoat down to his ankles, along with the various lace ribbons covering his body, made him feel helpless, even bound. His

underwear and corset were so tight that he felt he couldn't breathe and nearly fainted. A faint blush graced his face, making him appear weak and vulnerable.

He could feel the corset tightly binding his body, rubbing against his skin with every movement. He had never imagined such humiliation before, but now he knew it was unavoidable, he had no choice. As long as he remained in Warrod's hands, he would spend his life wearing this sexy lingerie to please his master.

Finally, the maids placed long earrings, rings, and bracelets around his neck, and a beautiful necklace. They styled his long, blond hair and tied it up with pink ribbons.

To intensify the humiliation, the maids forced him to learn women's manners, the way women walked, and the curtsy. For those maids, manipulating the enemy's fiercest warrior and forcing him to wear women's clothes was a very pleasant thing.

They stood there satisfied, watching Atan blush as he learned the curtsy until he mastered it: Atan gently lifted his silk skirt with his gloved hands, slowly squatted down, his eyes dignified as he looked at his feet. In the mirror appeared the image of a beautiful imperial princess.

The final humiliation came from a silk veil, the thin fabric that would soon cover his face making him realize that as a woman, he had to submit to the men who ruled them; he had to be shy, submissive, and elegant;

he had to do as men said. His days of giving orders were over; now he had to learn silence, learn to dress himself up, and that quiet beauty was his duty.

As a man, he had always thought women should be weak, submissive, obedient, and aware of their place. But as he slowly put the veil on himself, he felt himself slowly surrendering his will to resist.

The maids, Atan, were pleased with how quickly he had learned; they brought him before Warold.

When he was arrested, he had imagined being chained and dragged before Warold, but even in his nightmares, he had never imagined appearing before him in the restrictive silk dress of an imperial princess!

As he was led through the wall of noisy soldiers before the tent, he tried desperately to appear indifferent, not wanting to expose his shame and humiliation, but he knew his beautiful face had already betrayed him.

His dress rustled with each step, rubbing against the thin stockings on his legs, stirring waves of sensuality within him. Atan had never imagined such humiliation.

Even soldiers had tried to touch his buttocks.

Finally, he appeared before Warrod, and at the maid's prompting, he gave a deep curtsy to signify his submission, so deep that most of his body was swallowed by his wide pink dress. His beautiful face flushed with shame, he waited with his eyes lowered, as the maid had instructed.

Warrod allowed him to wait a little longer in this humiliating moment to deepen the impression, thinking wickedly, "Before making Atan rise, I'll let him know he's a helpless woman!"

Finally, Warrod helped Atan up, satisfied with his feminine appearance, but as he took his wrist, Warrod placed a beautiful gold bracelet on his finger.

Atan could feel the bracelet's magic; he guessed that if he tried to harm Warrod, the bracelet would stop him in time.

Warrod took his hand, kissed it lightly, and forced him into a woman's pose, reveling in the pitiful, hateful gaze of his enemy, adorned in a dress.

He gestured for Atan to turn around, displaying a woman's body and clothing to his men. For a moment, Atan wished he could kill Warrod, that damned thing making him do such a humiliating thing in public, but he knew he had no choice but to obey. He obediently carried out his master's orders.

He could feel the dress gently unfolding with his body as he turned, then lightly covering his legs.

Warrod pulled him into his arms and, amidst the cheers of his men, kissed Atan's soft lips deeply.

Instinctively, Atan struggled immediately, but she was too weak; her resistance was quickly conquered by humiliation. Her soft, lipstick-covered lips and body beneath the silk dress were pressed tightly against Warrod's body, her head forced back like a woman to meet Warrod's kiss.

The soldiers cheered, reveling in the humiliation their enemy had suffered.

Finally, Warold released him, ordering him to read a statement to the people, announcing that he had voluntarily become a woman and wished to become Warold's concubine.

He knew such a statement would destroy his people's will to resist; their beloved leader had willingly become the concubine and mistress of that greedy and perverse enemy.

However, he also knew that if he refused, his people would face a massacre; he had no choice.

After reading the statement, Warold announced to the cheering soldiers that he would entertain Her Majesty the Princess in his bedroom, where she could offer her complete obedience.

Atan knew very well what this man wanted: he would force her to have sex with him to prove her servitude as his mistress and concubine.

A moment of pure fear made her consider refusing, but she knew that if she failed to please Warold, he would consider her a broken oath, and thousands would die.

She had no choice but to serve her master completely as a woman, as he commanded.

He was taken to another room. He had expected the maids to dress him, but to his embarrassment, after removing his outer dress and bra, they simply dressed him in a sexy black lace-trimmed silk corset and put on elbow-length black gloves. He still wore his original panties, stockings, and garters. As

they redrew his makeup, he tried his best not to think about what he was about to do.

The two maids watched him meaningfully as they did this, mocking him and asking what it felt like to be a brave warrior.

They found great pleasure in dressing him in sexy lingerie, deliberately praising his beauty and femininity, and how Warold would madly conquer him.

The women spent a long time combing his hair and applying makeup, allowing him to fully experience what it meant to be a woman. They knew very well that Warold wanted her to look beautiful, fragrant, and wearing the most luxurious silk lingerie—all things this woman before him could not refuse.

When they finished, they let him examine himself closely in the mirror.

Atan saw a young and beautiful girl in the mirror, her perfect body adorned in sexy lingerie.

The scene was utterly humiliating.

The maids escorted her to Warrod's room, and when she entered tremblingly, she found Warrod already waiting for her on the bed.

Bound by the thin black lace bra, she felt almost naked and desperately wanted something to cover herself, even just a little.

Warrod gestured for her to come closer, so she slowly crossed the room. The straps and lace garters tightly bound her smooth legs, and she could feel the cool silk of the bra rippling against her skin. The silk cups held her heaving breasts firmly in place, and as she moved, the sheer silk stockings shimmered sensually on her legs, the lace trim at the top of the stockings brushing against the base of her thighs. She blushed at the thought of wearing women's underwear in front of Warrod. Taking

a deep breath, she slowly crawled to the side of the reclining warrior on the bed. The silk stockings rubbed against her legs, and she wore the alluring women's underwear, barely managing to stay upright, awaiting what the warrior would do, for she knew the fate of her people now rested on her shoulders.

A victorious smile spread across Warold's face as he leaned back, gesturing to his helpless victim with his penis.

Prince Atan

(or perhaps a princess?) knew all too well that a moment's hesitation would mean losing all courage to continue.

She reached out with her small, silk-gloved hand and began to unfasten Warold's trousers.

A large bulge was forming beneath.

Hating herself deeply for her actions, Atan freed one hand and gently pulled the erect member from the man's trousers, her face flushed. She began to caress it slowly, her long, silk-gloved fingers tracing its surface, occasionally stroking its head.

The penis grew larger and larger, and the man's body began to stir restlessly.

The shame was unbearable; it wasn't fair. She was a man; how could she imagine herself wearing women's underwear, like a virgin?

As she knelt beside the man, her body encased in a lace-trimmed corset, caressing his penis, a profound fear had risen from within and destroyed her.

Atan knew and was deeply afraid of what Warrod wanted her to do. Slowly, she lowered her head and hesitated for a moment, knowing that doing so would mean utter defeat.

For a moment she wavered, but then reason prevailed. She slowly kissed the man's penis, her cute little tongue gently licking the glans, while deep down she couldn't believe what she was doing.

She had completely surrendered to her enemy, acting like a woman, caressing his penis with her tongue.

Slowly, she took Warrod's penis into her mouth, her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and onto the man's waist.

She felt his penis slowly enter her soft lips, the taste and sensation of lipstick quickly replaced by his.

Her tongue began to slowly swirl around the tip of the warrior's penis; she could taste it, feel it moving into her mouth.

The warrior reached his hand into the thick hair behind her head, his hand passing through the hair and her beautiful earrings, lifting the girl's head slightly and tilting it downwards, controlling everything about her, which made Atan's face burn with shame.

Atan knew he was being forced into the most extreme form of female submission to a man: kneeling before Warold in silk lingerie, worshipping his penis—nothing could be more humiliating. No other man had ever suffered such humiliation, yet he had no choice.

He could feel the sexy silk lingerie clinging to his womanly body giving him a strange and wonderful sensation as his tongue slowly licked the penis up and down.

As the penis grew larger, making oral penetration impossible, Atan knelt and straddled the warrior, the warrior's penis positioned directly between Atan's stockinged legs.

He continued to gently caress Warold with his gloved hands, trying to guess what he liked, while indulging in rubbing the penis between his legs, occasionally lightly rubbing it with his buttocks, feigning a fervent desire for the man to possess him.

He knew he had to act like a woman, yet also hoped the man would stop there.

The man's large hands began to caress Atan's body, which was clad in a tight corset, kneading her curves, which were barely concealed by the sexy silk fabric and lace stockings. Atan gritted her teeth and silently endured the caresses; this toying made her remember what she was wearing.

The feeling of the warrior's strong, powerful hands on her soft body was terrifying, making her feel extremely helpless. As those hands explored her body, they also reminded her that she now possessed a completely female body.

The warrior's hands caressed her swollen breasts through the corset, and Atan forced a provocative smile. She didn't want Warrod to see the fear deep within her heart.

The man slowly kneaded the fabric of the corset over her breasts, rubbing along the edges, outlining the purely feminine shape of her breasts for his helpless victim.

When those large hands probed deep into her bra, they felt so strong and powerful. Atan's fresh, perfect breasts fell into the man's hands, gently supported and kneaded by those large hands. The man held her two large breasts, admiring their perfect curves.

Having a woman's large breasts was a strange feeling; they were incredibly sensitive, easily arousing desire far more intensely than she had imagined.

The man slowly massaged her breasts inside her sexy lingerie.

Being held by another man's breasts was a strange and stimulating sensation for Atan; she felt lost in the man's power, utterly helpless. She

had never experienced this feeling when she was a man, and now she was overwhelmed by the surging desire within her.

She desperately wanted to stop the man's further actions, but she knew that if she angered Warrod, her people would pay a heavy price.

Under the slow but powerful kneading of those large hands, her nipples gradually swelled and finally stood erect. Her body, against her will, responded to this stimulation, reacting instinctively, and she could only helplessly endure it all, like a woman.

Atan closed her eyes, continuing to gently caress the man's penis, while Warrod began to gently squeeze and knead her erect nipples through the silk fabric.

Seeing her close her eyes, the man smiled. He took Atan's beautiful little hand and forced her to touch her own breasts, covered in silk and lace, forcing her to understand her own feminine image and exquisite women's underwear.

Her new woman's breasts were soft and delicate, covered by smooth silk fabric.

With immense humiliation, her fingers slowly slid along the lace edge of her breasts.

As she caressed her breasts, the man's hand had already moved down.

One hand slowly slipped into Atan's silk panties, gently playing with the soft hair there.

Then the man provocatively extended a finger to touch her genitals, watching Atan's reaction, who struggled to suppress a scream.

The man's other hand slowly caressed the smooth skin of Atan's inner thigh, mockingly kneading the lace ties of the garter belt wrapped around her thigh.

Atan's body trembled with despair. She tried to distract him with shameless, tender kisses, but her efforts failed when his fingers parted her buttocks and entered her body: suppressed gasps escaped her lips. The

pure, feminine sensation of being penetrated sent shivers down Atan's spine.

She could feel the rough, large hand between her legs.

His fingers moved slowly inside her, carefully exploring and caressing every peak and fold of her body, probing the most sensitive spots.

This would never have happened to her as a man, but now she was a woman and had to accept this humiliation.

She silently told herself she had to do it, that it would save thousands of lives, but the moans and gasps she let out under his touch filled her with shame.

She could see Warrod's wicked smile; he was watching her reaction.

She knew that every moan she made excited the villain.

Atan closed her eyes again, pretending it wasn't happening, but she couldn't ignore the man's gentle yet ruthless touch inside her, the touch that made her aware of her female genitalia.

Warold was clearly a seasoned manipulator of women's bodies; he knew exactly when to stimulate each of a woman's sensitive spots. Slowly, his fingers began to stimulate her genitals, and Atan was immediately overwhelmed by the intense stimulation—an experience she had never had before.

The man continued to caress her until Atan could no longer maintain control of her rebellious female body under his touch, beginning to writhe helplessly, emitting heavy gasps and moans.

She hated the man's violation of her, forcing her to experience such terrible female pleasure.

The feeling grew stronger and stronger, and she closed her eyes again, throwing her head back.

Long, exquisite earrings gently brushed against her fair, alluring neck, and golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, covering the small buttons of her lace bra.

The man's other hand began to caress her chest, whispering mocking words in her ear, while every sensation within her was a woman's sensation, overwhelming her like a flood.

The man watched with pleasure as his former enemy's body trembled and contorted uncontrollably beneath the soft silk, helplessly experiencing the bliss of womanhood.

Suddenly, Atan noticed the man pulling down her lace panties, revealing her triangular pubic hair beneath the soft black silk.

She whimpered softly, helpless yet unable to resist the approaching final moment.

The man lifted her full buttocks slightly, then gently placed her on his enormous, erect penis.

As the massive organ touched her body, she felt her body thirstily awaiting the man's penetration.

The man gently pressed his penis against her moist vulva; she could feel the enormous glans.

Her labia were unexpectedly sensitive; the unfamiliar sensuality made her tremble uncontrollably.

For a moment, Warold supported her body, not going any further, but adjusting the position of his penis, gently caressing her labia with the glans, fully savoring the pleasure of this ultimate victory.

Then he slowly lowered Atan's body, gently parting her labia.

With Atan's moans, her labia were gradually separated by the enormous glans; she felt herself being torn apart by this massive organ. As the man's penis slowly entered, her vagina trembled involuntarily.

Atan felt that organ penetrating deeper and deeper into her body, piercing her.

The penis moved inward, passing through her sensitive labia.

The penetration seemed endless, continuously entering her vagina, completely filling her.

The man's penis piercing into the girl's helpless body and penetrating her—this feeling of being completely possessed by a man was terrifying. "Oh...ah..." Atan moaned, unable to suppress his feelings as the man thrust deeper.

The man's penis was truly enormous, completely opening up his body.

He could feel the penis deeply entering his body, passing through his sensitive labia, reaching his most sensitive sanctuary.

He could feel that thing deep inside him, filling him, rubbing against his sensitive spots, making him gasp with pleasure. He felt as if he were being skewered like meat on a skewer by that man's huge penis.

As Warrod possessed her, thrusting deeply into her body and relentlessly fucking her, a part of Atan's consciousness began to fragment.

It was a moment of pure conquest and humiliation; she was defeated in a way no other man had ever experienced.

She was being raped by Warrod, raped like a woman.

She felt utterly helpless, knowing that this would be a part of her life from now on.

Warrod began to thrust, slowly at first, but then the pace quickened, each thrust forcing Atan to accept her fate as a woman.

She could feel the man incredibly penetrating her, filling her, giving her an experience she had never had before.

She could feel his penis piercing through her labia, thrusting upwards into her, while she could only gasp and whimper like a woman.

She straddled the man, her reason numbed by the overwhelming sensuality. She could feel his hands guiding her movements, kneading her buttocks with force; she could feel his large hands kneading her breasts through her tight corset, supporting her body. She was forced to accept it all: she was a woman, being raped by a man, and as a woman, she belonged to Warrod, willingly doing whatever he commanded. “How does it feel?” she heard Warrod ask in her ear. “I can fuck you anytime, you belong to me. You bitch, if you please me, I’ll reward you.” Atan tried to pull away, but she was held firmly. Warrod kissed her effortlessly; the man was so strong and irresistible, she had to accept his kiss.

His tongue slipped into her mouth, while his enormous penis remained inside her, his hands caressing and playing with her body.

She gasped, accepting this complete violation.

She could feel his hands stroking her smooth stockings, kneading the inside of her thighs.

The powerful man forcefully pressed her body against his penis, causing her to scream helplessly again. At the same time, the intense pleasure of being opened and pierced by the enormous penis brought her immense pleasure. She tried to gently sway her body, feeling the pressure and friction of the penis against her tender vulva. She was conquered by this completely feminine sensation.

The mixture of excitement and anguish on the enemy's face made Warrod smile.

This was the final conquest!

Atan was completely ravaged. He would force Atan, this great warrior, to live as a woman, awaiting his every possession.

Atan would be forced to dress herself up, to make herself as sexy and alluring as possible; she knew her entire nation depended on her.

How terrible it would be that from now on, she would have to wear brightly colored, sexy silk dresses and alluring, luxurious lingerie every day to please her master and endure his every urge to possess her!

Warrod found it incredibly erotic and exciting to force Atan to moan like a woman. His pulsating penis plunged deep into the girl's body, making her scream.

He slowly thrust inside her, exploring, knowing exactly how to humiliate her.

He slowly pulled down the narrow straps of Atan's corset, revealing her firm, mature breasts.

Lost in his victory, knowing full well that Atan had to satisfy any of his demands, he seized her hands, making her caress her thick, long hair, while his own hands grasped one breast each, continuing to thrust between Atan's long, stocking-clad legs.

The complete possession of the helpless Atan thoroughly stimulated him; her fate as his female sex slave ignited his lust.

Atan's hands ran through her smooth, blond hair, completely defenseless. Her breasts heaved and swayed for the man, her vagina was fully penetrated, and the immense pleasure erupting from within her shattered her will.

The man had aroused all her feminine desire and pleasure, utterly conquering her.

As the man thrust inside her, she moaned uncontrollably.

The enormous penis pulsated deeply within her, gently teasing, then violently pounding.

She lifted her body and began to move up and down, feeling the penis smoothly thrusting inside her, trembling as it passed through her labia, bringing her a new wave of impact that overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

The man still held her breasts, moving slowly and powerfully, skillfully manipulating her body.

But gradually, she realized that she could not hide herself; she was still a man.

She was riding on her enemy, wearing a lace corset, excited like a female slave in her boudoir, destined to be like a prostitute, eagerly hoping to satisfy her master's every sexual desire.

She knew this was the most humiliating experience only women could endure, their bodies violated and possessed.

She would spend the rest of her life as a woman and that man's sex slave, forced to wear the sexy clothes her master liked. She knew she would be forced to conceive and become pregnant, raising children for her master and husband.

She knew her enemy would enjoy this humiliation, forcing her to spend her entire life as a woman.

She would live a comfortable life, waited on hand and foot, but she was destined to be a woman forever, dressed in silk lingerie and revealing dresses, satisfying her master's every lewd desire.

Thinking of this, she could no longer support her body and collapsed forward.

Her mature breasts were suddenly before Warrod's eyes, who immediately began to suckle them, playing with Atan's erect and sensitive nipples. This brought Atan a new sensual shock.

Suddenly, Warrod flipped Atan over and placed her on the bed, ordering her to spread her legs.

With extreme humiliation, Atan was forced to obey, spreading her legs to allow the man to enter, to allow him to rape her freely once more.

Lying on her back with her legs spread was terrifying; she felt completely powerless to resist.

It was a purely female position, utterly subjugated to the man's dominance.

The man leaned forward, placing his penis between Atan's legs, spreading them apart, and quickly thrusting into her. Atan gasped as his penis slid deep inside her. She dared not resist Warrod's penetration; his penis pierced her labia, pushing inward as if to pierce her.

To distract herself, her long legs involuntarily wrapped around the man's waist, but the sheer stockings protecting her legs only intensified the sexual pleasure. Everything she did seemed to amplify her sexual stimulation as a woman.

She could feel Warrod's heavy body pressing down on her, thrusting between her entwined legs. She could understand the feeling of a woman bearing a man's weight, having a strong body between her legs, kneading her garter belt, and fully controlling her.

Atan looked at the mirror on the ceiling. She could see herself lying on her back on the bed, her hands above her head, wearing an alluring black lace corset and silk stockings. Her legs were wrapped around a man's waist, and he was rhythmically thrusting between her legs, his hands fondling Atan's full breasts.

She saw the girl in the mirror moaning with both pain and pleasure as the man thrust into her, her arms unconsciously spreading open, instinctively gripping the sheets tightly. The man kissed the girl's lips from time to time, enjoying this lewd and blissful moment.

The humiliation of being raped by her most hated enemy made her close her eyes. As her slender neck and soft lips were kissed, Atan could feel the man's hot and heavy breathing.

The penis continued to thrust inside her, exploring her body, rubbing against her labia, forcing involuntary moans from her lips. The overwhelming pleasure made her writhe and twist beneath the man's body. She knew Warrod would continue to treat her like this in the days to come, and she feared she wouldn't last long, eventually becoming a submissive slave, eagerly wanting to serve her man.

She felt a fear she had never felt before. She tried to struggle, trying to close her legs.

She knew she had to stop the further stimulation, or she might be lost inside forever. She couldn't endure this any longer, not even for the sake of her people.

But she couldn't move the man between her silky thighs.

The man reached out and grabbed Atan's weak wrist, easily pinning her delicate arm firmly to the bed. Atan struggled, but it was futile.

Warrod continued thrusting hard between Atan's legs, squeezing her silky thighs. The girl's whimpers and struggles were an extreme pleasure to him. His heavy body pressed Atan firmly onto the bed.

He teasingly kissed her rounded lips and the soft skin of her neck, gently biting her earlobe. His other hand caressed Atan's full breasts, kneading them while enjoying the pleasure of completely possessing this young woman, enjoying the intense pleasure her body brought him. The resistance and writhing of the woman's body beneath him greatly intensified the pleasure of that power.

Slowly, Atan stopped resisting. She lay beneath the man, wearing revealing silk lingerie, letting his penis enter and exit her. She was completely ravaged. The glans of his penis repeatedly struck her vagina, parting the supple crevice, bringing waves of pleasure that overwhelmed her—a weapon she was completely unable to resist. “Mmm,” Warrod whispered in her ear, “you like it, don’t you?” Humiliation was terrible, but worse was realizing the man was right, that she truly enjoyed it. She had always been taught how to endure pain, but now this boundless pleasure emanating from her womanhood overwhelmed her.

Her resistance failed; shame and the sensations of this new body completely conquered her.

She found herself helplessly yielding to the man, kissing him back, accepting his tongue into her mouth, his lips pressed against hers, and the makeup on her face only amplified her shame.

Involuntarily, her hips began to meet the thrusts of his penis, intensifying the pleasure of his penetration.

She could feel the lingerie, perfume, jewelry, and adornments clinging to her body, completely captivating her.

The man gripped Artan’s hips tightly, making her gasp, further emphasizing his dominant position.

Warrod began to increase the speed of his thrusts, raising Artan’s hips slightly to penetrate deeper into the girl. Panting, Atan stared at the mirror on the ceiling.

She saw the man wantonly enjoying her body: kneeling between the girl's long, stockinged legs, holding her buttocks, and thrusting into her hard. The girl's body, draped in silk and lace, writhed and moaned ecstatically with each powerful thrust.

Atan's hand involuntarily caressed the lace corset covering her breasts. With each wave of the man's thrusts, she gasped, tensed, and screamed; her new body had reached orgasm.

Her entire world seemed to be condensed into the enormous organ rapidly thrusting between her legs, the huge penis rubbing against her slit, irresistible pleasure rhythmically pounding into her body.

She completely lost control; her womanly body responded to the man. She spread her legs, writhing around his thrusting penis, matching his rhythm, thinking of the man on top of her, wanting him to penetrate her even deeper, because she knew that only the penis of the man who ruled her could truly satisfy her needs.

She desperately needed that man to possess her, to rape her, to satisfy her. "Faster, faster," she moaned, unsure whether she was begging him to stop or urging him to continue.

Her entire feminine body was responding to him, their two hot, wet bodies moving together.

Suddenly, the man groaned and reached orgasm inside her; she could feel his seed spraying onto her fertile ground. She completely surrendered to the humiliating pleasure of this final act.

For a moment, they lay panting together, the man still on top of Atan, his still-pulsating but gradually shrinking penis still inside her. Slowly, the man withdrew his penis, leaving Atan with a slight emptiness after satisfaction.

He rolled over and pulled the unresisting Atan into his arms. Atan's head rested on the man's hairy chest, her eyes closed. Warrod's large hand still grasped her breast, gently playing with it, and teasing her nipple with a finger.

As Atan's mind cleared slightly from the overwhelming female pleasure, she tried to pretend nothing had happened, as if she hadn't enjoyed it at all. But the lingering afterglow of her sensual climax and the surge of female desire between her smooth legs told her something else.

She knew she had been utterly conquered, not only her kingdom defeated, but she herself utterly defeated. She was now nothing but a woman; her body now belonged to Warrod, who could possess her whenever he wanted, and rape her if she dared to resist. After all this, she didn't know if she could still resist. She

had to admit that she now possessed female desire, a desire she hated, yet she felt her body yearn for that man to possess her, to do the same to her.

She shifted slightly, enjoying the sensation of silk sliding against her skin. She lay in the arms of her greatest enemy, clad in an alluring black silk corset and stockings, having just utterly surrendered to fate, her heart filled with the contradictory emotions of humiliation and pleasure.

The man's hands were still playing with her breasts, groping through the silk of her bra, kneading their shape as she slept, forcing reluctant, alluring moans from her beautiful little mouth.

Atan realized that soon she would enjoy wearing women's clothes, bound by bras, corsets, and panties. When she was a man, she had never known the beauty of these clothes; her corset tightly outlined her beautiful curves, while stockings and garters completely encased her legs, creating a breathtaking sensation when she inadvertently rubbed them together.

Perhaps being a woman was almost worthwhile. All women's clothing was impractical, from corsets and bodices to lace and silk gowns.

They were all meant to express a woman's helplessness and vulnerability, binding her body so that her movements became elegant and pleasing to the eye, but also implying a need for a man's help.

This was her fate, she thought, the mighty warrior would spend the rest of his life carefully dressed in women's underwear and pink gowns. She had to meticulously dress for her master, awaiting his favor in alluring lingerie.

She recalled all the women's clothes she had ever seen, imagining herself in them.

A corset and short skirt would accentuate her curves, revealing her alluring cleavage; a soft, luxurious gown with a flowing silk skirt, paired with a lace petticoat around her legs, would force her to move with regal grace, requiring her to elegantly lift her skirt as she walked.

The combination of a corset and long skirt would make her act like a specific woman, allowing her to experience the feeling of smooth silk covering her delicate skin every day.

She didn't want to admit it, but deep down she knew she wished for helplessness, wished to be forced to wear women's clothes. The thought of her body wrapped in pink silk and lace lingerie excited her intensely; she wanted to spend the rest of her life in these garments. She couldn't help but lick the lipstick on her lips.

She recalled the bra she wore, the feeling of it covering her breasts was simply wonderful. Her large breasts stood proudly in the beautiful, pure silk cups, the bra straps and garters holding her sheer stockings together, binding her body and filling her with unparalleled feminine allure.

Unconsciously, she writhed in the man's arms, savoring the pleasure her new clothes gave her, rubbing her silken legs together, guiding the man's large hands to caress her body.

Gradually, she realized she had accepted the fact that she was a woman and was experiencing another climax. She knew she had no hope left; her mind was filled with nothing but wearing exquisite lingerie and expecting the man's possession. She loved sex and longed for it again.

She found it incredibly difficult even to think that she had once been a man.

Her body was now a woman's body, and her senses had been conquered by womanly sensations.

Suddenly, she saw the man get out of bed and begin to dress, leaving Atan alone on the bed. "What clothes should you wear?" he commanded, pointing to the women's clothing in the room. "I will send someone to serve you." He pulled Atan from the bed, kissed her (though she wasn't entirely unwilling), and then left.

After Warrod left, the maids entered the room and smiled knowingly at Atan's disheveled state. Thinking about everything she had just done, the women's suggestive glances, and her exposed body, Atan felt extremely embarrassed. They ordered Atan to wear the silk dress Warrod had mentioned, and Atan dared not disobey, immediately putting it on.

The dress was actually a slave girl's garment. She examined the silk fabric closely and discovered it was completely transparent!

Wearing this dress left her naked before everyone; her feminine body was fully revealed beneath the transparent fabric, her full, swollen breasts proudly erect, her nipples clearly visible through the fabric.

The back of the dress was exposed, the long, transparent silk fabric cascading from her lower back to the ground, beautifully wrapping her legs.

After she was dressed, they began to do her makeup. They applied red lipstick, and she could feel the red rouge slowly seeping into her full lips. Her already rosy cheeks were further enhanced with blush, and mascara and eyeshadow made her green eyes even more alluring.

Next, they painted her long nails with bright red nail polish, as was typical for female slaves. Finally, she put on a rose-red silk veil, the soft, delicate fabric concealing her entire face, leaving only her captivating green eyes peeking out, making her appear both dignified and seductive. They adorned her with numerous jewels, which jingled softly with each step.

After the makeup was finished, as usual, the maids had her examine herself in a full-length mirror.

She saw a beautiful blonde girl with blue eyes, long hair, a beautiful body, and jewels sparkling on her body. Beneath the thin fabric stood her full breasts—a beautiful, feminine, yet fragile and easily hurt body. She touched her breasts through her clothes, involuntarily recalling how Warold had caressed and kneaded her. She found herself enjoying the rustling of the silk fabric as she moved, and her body seemed more sensual and sensitive.

The women led him into the hall, where they placed a golden collar around his neck, attached to a thin golden chain, in Warold's hand, emphasizing his absolute dominion over his former enemy.

Atan was forced to lie on the satin cushions beside Warold, performing humiliating acts that a female slave was expected of her master. She meticulously manicured her master's nails, offered him berries and grapes, and allowed him to display his authority over her body.

Atan knew that Warold relished displaying absolute authority over her former enemy. This former enemy, not only defeated on the battlefield, was now forced to wear women's clothes, dressed in finery, and become a concubine in his harem, at his whim.

If this was the fate of the rebels, who would dare to defy him?

She knew she couldn't show the slightest sign of resistance, or Warrod would consider her a breach of her oath. Everyone stared at her, reveling in the unease of her former enemy and her alluring body.

Being presented as a woman to such a crowd was humiliating enough, but her current attire was unbearable. Her cheeks, hidden behind the pink veil, burned, and only the thought of the people she had saved offered any solace.

To his jubilant retinue, Warrod boasted that his harem would soon be filled with former enemies, all transformed into women to fulfill his every desire.

Warrod derived immense pleasure from forcing Atan into a subservient woman, forced to meekly await even the slightest command. She was forced to acknowledge herself as a woman, and he called her Princess Aina, yet dressed her in the clothes of a harem slave. This emphasized to Atan that her greatest duty was to bring pleasure to her master, to offer him the most alluring and seductive smile, and to obey his every command. Right now, this princess in slave clothes was massaging him with her small hands.

Her soft, beautiful breasts were constantly caressed and played with, her master's large hands probing deep beneath the thin silk dress, his other hand always on her thigh, constantly teasing her feminine body.

Warrod now thoroughly enjoyed toying with his helpless enemy in public, a way to fully demonstrate his power and humiliate Atan. The

fact that Atan, this great warrior, was forced to wear the clothes of his harem slave also stimulated his senses. His hands caressed and played with her body, bound by smooth silk, pinching her breasts, admiring the woman's alluring yet helpless form. And Atan, too, tried his best to act like a woman.

What terrified her was the discovery that her body was betraying her once again. Warrod's attention to her body satisfied her vanity. As she lay beside Warrod, engaging in womanly acts, she discovered she truly enjoyed being touched, kissed, and kneaded, especially the friction of her silk fabric against her skin, which amplified the pleasure.

She was now unconsciously responding to the man's touch, just like any other woman.

She should resist, but Warrod's touch aroused her desire, destroying all her will to resist. She could only find some unfounded reasons to comfort herself.

Then, to Atan's horror, she was ordered to dance for the soldiers. These rude soldiers were waiting for their former enemy to display her feminine charms for their amusement. Both

ashamed and afraid, she began to slowly dance to the rhythm of the music, her silk skirt rustling with her movements. She tried desperately to recall how her former slave girls had danced, imitating their movements, making seductive gestures, and swaying her hips to the music.

As she danced, the soldiers couldn't resist touching her. At first, she flirted with fear, but when she saw a hint of displeasure on Warold's face, she slowly approached the crowd, trembling as she flirted with the soldiers, letting their hands roam over her body.

Warold also enjoyed her dance; when she returned to him, she kissed him, and as a reward for her submission, he caressed her breasts. The soldiers cheered for her sensual dance, while she herself blushed with embarrassment once more.

That evening, she was led to her room by two maids to change, preparing to serve Warold in bed. The maids undressed her and dressed her in a beautiful white silk nightgown, long and with pretty lace trim. She pulled the garment over her head and felt the cool silk slide down her naked body.

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