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Senior year of high school 

Senior year of high school was truly unbearable. On precious weekends, I'd bury myself in my blankets and never want to get up again. It wasn't that studying was particularly tiring; with my quick wit, I easily maintained average grades, so I was too lazy to put any more effort into it. My exhaustion stemmed from the fact that senior year was almost entirely self-study time. Teachers no longer cared about students lacking motivation, allowing me to skip classes daily with a bunch of friends and have fun until we were completely worn out. We'd go to arcades to play video games, pool, and online games, or go out for a barbecue in the countryside, or even just hide at my place to watch porn. My mother gave birth to me at 18, and now she's 18 again, exactly 36. She's delicate and alluring, and her temperament is just as weak. She's never earned a penny of her own and can't live without a man, yet our life has always been comfortable because men flock to her, vying for her attention. There's no way around it; she's undeniably charming, gentle, and considerate. The first time I brought my classmates home, those young lads practically popped their eyes out when they saw her. My mother is busy going out on dates every day. I know she's not promiscuous; she just lacks security and feels lost without a man. Since my father died in a car accident when I was six, she's been trying hard to find someone to spend her life with, but unfortunately, she hasn't found anyone yet. When she goes out, I bring a group of friends to watch a DVD. Men and women sit in a circle, watching two naked bodies roll and collide on the large plasma screen at 39 seconds, along with close-ups of hairy, wet genitals. Every now and then, someone would excuse themselves to the toilet, only to emerge halfway through, flushed and looking quite content. I didn't care much about it, I just asked them to clean the restroom before they left. "Su Su!" My mother gently patted my cheek. "Su Su, get up!" When I was in junior high, I was madly in love with a boy with a melancholic air. It was because he recited a line of poetry: "Spring's beauty paints the willows green, their graceful forms evoke pity." So I went home and insisted on changing my name to Lü Su (Green Su). My mother had no choice but to go through the formalities to change my name on my household registration. What could she do if she didn't agree? She kept changing men, afraid her daughter would look down on her, so she readily agreed to all my requests. For five years after that, everyone got used to that name. As for that boy, he was like a fart in my life, long since vanished from my memory. I'd finally managed to get him to eat out, and when I saw him open his mouth wide and devouring ribs without any regard for his image, I suddenly realized he wasn't refined or melancholic at all. The more I looked at him, the more nauseous I felt. I abruptly threw down the money and ran away, utterly despising my previous judgment. I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock beside me: 4:40. Today was my mother's wedding day; she got up early to do her makeup and hair, and I couldn't sleep in. Poor me, it's Sunday! I got up to take a shower. My blood pressure is low; only a warm shower in the morning can wake me from this groggy state. After drying myself, I looked at the girl in the mirror. She had a classic oval face, but with striking eyebrows and untamed eyes. Her nose was small and slightly upturned, and her lips were perfectly shaped like diamonds. She was of average height, slender and even-figured. Her skin, inherited from her mother's fair complexion, was a healthy tan from being outdoors, making her breasts and flat stomach, usually hidden under her clothes, appear even whiter and softer. Her waist was slender and healthy, her small buttocks firm and perky, and her legs long and slender. No matter how you looked at her, she was incredibly alluring. Wearing the cherry-pink dress that had been prepared for me, I went to the living room. There, the makeup artist and hairstylist were swarming around my mother. When they saw me, they exclaimed, "Mrs. Nie, your daughter is absolutely gorgeous!" An assistant rushed over to help me with my makeup. My mother's eyes narrowed into slits with happiness; I didn't know if she was happy to be called Mrs. Nie or happy to be praised. I'd met Mr. Nie Wenhan a few times; he's a well-known businessman in the city, yet surprisingly gentle and kind. I was happy for my mother that she found him. The wedding was held at the city's largest hotel, occupying three entire floors—extremely grand, but utterly boring for me. After dutifully performing my duties as a flower girl, I grabbed a glass of juice and found a quiet corner to idly watch the noisy guests. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a pair of eyes fixed on me, their gaze seemingly binding me with a powerful force. Although I always knew I attracted attention, this kind of gaze was rather strange. I looked over in confusion, and there stood a strikingly handsome man, in his early twenties. Individually, his features weren't particularly striking—deep-set eyes, slightly arched eyebrows—but together they possessed a captivating elegance. He wore a black tuxedo, with the groom's boutonniere pinned to his lapel. Who was this? My mind raced, and then I remembered: it was Nie Wenhan's ex-wife's son, Nie Weiyang. How rude. I turned my face away, ignoring him. After a while, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw Nie Weiyang walking towards me. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of me. I was considering whether to give him a polite smile when he smiled slightly and quickly leaned down to whisper in my ear, "I really want to know what it feels like to be penetrated." I froze for three seconds, and he was already far away. When I came to my senses, anger flared up. What is this? What is this?! What is this?! I didn't want to be an angel making everyone live happily and harmoniously, at least I didn't want to make things difficult for my mother in my new family, but this man, nominally my brother's man, on our first meeting, on our first conversation, only said one sentence—"I really want to know what it feels like to be penetrated!" Oh! To hell with him! I slammed the juice in my hand onto the floor. The sound of the shattering glass wasn't too loud in the noisy hall, but it still drew everyone's attention. My mother, who was toasting with Nie Wenhan, rushed over with concern upon hearing the noise: "Susu, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Everyone's attention was focused on me. I saw my mother's worried and anxious face, her slightly trembling hands. I knew she was afraid I would cause a scene. This was her wedding, which she valued so much! I tightly gripped my trembling hands, lowered my eyes, and said, "It's nothing, I'm just a little dizzy. I accidentally dropped the glass." My mother breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Nie Wenhan with a smile, explaining, "This child has low blood pressure and is prone to dizziness." Nie Wenhan hurriedly said, "Susu is too tired. Let Weiyang take her to rest!" He turned to call his son. Let that pervert take me to rest? I hurriedly tried to refuse, but Nie Weiyang had already strode over, grabbed my arm, and gave my mother a polite, refined smile: "Aunt Ruan, I'll take Lvsu to rest, don't worry." Once we turned into the corridor and were out of sight of the people in the hall, I immediately flung his hand away and glared at him angrily. He looked at me with one arm crossed over his chest and the other stroking his chin, his previous gentleness gone, his eyebrows raised, a malicious smile on his face. "What do you mean?" I demanded fiercely. "Hmph," he chuckled, his dark eyes flashing with a wicked light, "Nie Lvsu, what I mean is, I want to experience what it's like to penetrate you. There are rooms behind you, and the wedding won't end for several more hours, so why don't we try it now?" Yes, today I'm going to change my surname to Nie, and I'll have a perverted brother like him. His words enraged me once more. No one was watching, and I no longer needed to hold back. I jumped up and slapped him hard across the face. My hand stopped just as it touched his skin when he grabbed my wrist. I narrowed my eyes, transforming my palm into a claw. My fingers curled, and my sharp nails scratched his face, leaving three white marks. A moment later, blood seeped out. He touched his hand, saw the red mark, and his face contorted in a grimace, but he grinned, "I was going to wait until after today, but it seems I won't need to." With that, one iron hand firmly gripped my wrists, and the other twisted the doorknob behind me, dragging me into the lounge. I couldn't break free. Panic gripped me. Was he not joking, nor was he just verbally insulting me, but—for real? The lounge wasn't large, containing only a large sofa and a low table, decorated with extreme luxury.He swept the low table aside with one foot, pressed me down onto the sofa with one hand, and lifted my skirt with the other, pressing his large hand against my vulva through the thin white cotton panties. I gasped, desperately twisting and struggling. God, he was crazy! He was actually going to do it for real! What was going on? Was Nie Wenhan's son really a pervert? "Hey," he leaned down and pressed my legs down, saying as he used his long fingers to knead my soft flesh through my panties, "The more you struggle, the more excited I get!" My lower abdomen tensed up. I had never been touched like this by a man before. My skirt was lifted high to my waist, and my private parts were exposed to him through the thin white fabric. I was ashamed, angry, and panicked, but my hands and feet were restrained by him, and I could do nothing. I desperately felt the terrible difference in strength between men and women. No matter how stubborn I was, my body had no corresponding strength to resist. I could only threaten him, "Stop right now, or I'll scream!" He laughed even more smugly, "Fine, call everyone over, let everyone see the son of the man your mother is going to marry molesting her daughter. Hmm, I think she cherishes you so much, she definitely won't marry him, right? That's perfect, the wedding is canceled, just what I want!" "You!" I was so angry my eyes turned red. He had indeed found my only weakness. My mother had always tried her best to take care of me in her own way, and my rebelliousness had made her sad and heartbroken. I looked down on her way of life and didn't know how to communicate with her, but I knew how much she had suffered. I couldn't let the happiness my mother had finally achieved disappear. What should I do? What should I do? "Ah!" I screamed in suppressed pain. He grabbed my underwear and ripped it hard. I felt the skin on my lower back was almost torn apart, and at the same time I heard a "ripping" sound as he ripped my underwear off. My pink, helpless flesh beneath my downy pubic hair trembled exposed to the air, right before his eyes. His gaze instantly darkened, fixed on my eyes as if to savor my panic. Then, he abruptly thrust a finger into my dry passage! No! I gasped. I must be having a nightmare. Just minutes ago I was attending my mother's wedding, and now this man, whom I nominally call brother, was toying with my body! No! I had to find a way. I couldn't let this man—rape me—for no reason! Losing my virginity "It hurts!" I squinted, tears streaming down my face. I looked at him pleadingly, "No, please, I've never done this before…please…" He paused, withdrawing the half-inserted finger and gently kneading my sensitive clitoris. Oh! God, the stimulation was so intense, completely different from how I usually touched myself secretly! A searing, electric-like pleasure quickly spread from my lower body, running up my legs to my toes. My thighs twitched involuntarily, and my toes pointed. This seemed to please him, and he laughed again: "As long as you behave, I won't hurt you too much." He still wasn't going to give up. This pervert! I cursed him inwardly, but dared not show it. I looked at him with a wronged expression, tears welling in my eyes, and said, "No, please don't! You, you're supposed to be my brother, why are you treating me like this?" He sneered, a terrifying look returning to his face: "Brother? The child of the woman who killed my mother, you dare call me brother?" I exclaimed in surprise: "My mother killed your mother? No, impossible! My mother wouldn't even step on an ant!" He gritted his teeth, leaning forward and pressing me down, glaring at me fiercely: "She didn't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of her. If my father hadn't become infatuated with your mother and insisted on a divorce, why would my mother have committed suicide? She's only been dead for two years, and your mother married into the family. My father told me not to make things difficult for your mother. Fine, I won't make things difficult for her. I'm also afraid she won't be able to handle it and will be scared to death by me. So I'll make up for it with you. What, you feel wronged? Using your sacrifice to exchange for your mother's happiness seems like a good deal, after all, you'll enjoy it too!" Enjoy it my foot! How could I have encountered such a ridiculous plot? "I'd let you play with me, you wish!" I softened, stopped struggling, and put on my most pitiful expression, sobbing, "I...I'm sorry, I didn't know you were hurt like this, sob...If my body is the only thing that can make you feel better, I...I'm willing..." His expression was a little confused: "Heh, putting your claws away? Girls, do you always think you're angels saving the world? Fine," he smiled, one hand kneading my soft private parts, the other releasing my wrist and instead covering my small, round breasts, "Anyway, I can't let go of your body right now. If you're good, I'll be gentler." I narrowed my eyes, my freed right hand clenched into a fist, and punched him hard in the cheek. Taking advantage of his pain, I pushed him away forcefully, pulling down my dress as I ran towards the door. I finally reached the door, but was slammed against the door from behind. Oh no! I can't use the same trick again, this time I'm really done for! "Little wildcat," he said, pinning my hands behind my back and breathing heavily into my ear. His voice, usually so pleasant and elegantly magnetic, now felt icy cold. "I underestimated you. I never imagined your frail mother had such a fierce daughter. Well, that's fine, saves me the worry of accidentally hurting you." "You pervert!" I gasped, breathless, "Your mother didn't have the courage to live, how can you take it out on someone else?" "You're right! She was indeed too cowardly." He actually agreed. "But I'm going to take it out on you. You and your mother got happiness for nothing, you should pay a price, right?" "You!" Perverted, shameless, worse than an animal! I snapped. "This is rape, don't you know that?!" He responded with a cold laugh, then lifted my skirt with one hand, wrapped his arm around my waist, and raised my buttocks. I felt something hot, hard yet with a soft outer layer pressing against my private parts, parting to try and enter my body. "No!" I cried out in despair, starting to scream hysterically, "No! Help! Help... Ah!" My voice suddenly stopped. It was over. It was too late. He had entered me. His burning penis mercilessly thrust into my dry, unprotected passage. The tearing pain and humiliation made me scream, then I shut my mouth, refusing to add any more pleasure to his voice. The pleasure was intense; only my toes barely touched the ground. My breasts were pressed tightly against the door, rubbing against it along with my cheeks with each thrust. Pain and aching sensations came from my lower body. With each thrust, I could feel the coolness of his belt buckle against my raised buttocks. He simply unzipped his pants, stood there, and pinned me against the door, taking my virginity. I never imagined that my body would be taken by a man for the first time in such a hasty and unwilling manner. I hate him. More than the physical act of being forcibly taken, what angers me more is the humiliation of being forced into this state. I hate this man! "What's wrong?" He leaned down and spoke in my ear, his breath carrying the faint scent of mouthwash on my face. "Why aren't you saying anything? Hmm? Did you think this would make me lose interest?" He deliberately thrust himself hard into the depths of my passage, the pain and numbness almost making me cry out. I bit my lip tightly, hoping he would finish quickly and end it soon. "Heh, quite stubborn," his large hand around my waist moved down, gently stroking my pubic mound. The gentle touch made my body tremble involuntarily. And that hand moved even more brazenly downwards, touching the tiny pearl above my petals. "Mmm..." I tried desperately to suppress it, but a soft sound still escaped my throat. My genitals were incredibly sensitive, something I knew from touching myself, but the impact of being touched by someone else was a thousand times stronger than the feeling of touching myself! My lower abdomen trembled uncontrollably. He seemed quite pleased, his voice carrying a faint smile: "You don't have a hymen, yet it's so tight and so sensitive. What a peculiar little thing. How long has it been since you've been with a man?" I gritted my teeth, fighting back the urge to moan from the pleasure emanating from my sensitive clitoris. I didn't have the strength, nor did I want to, tell him that I had never been with a man. I had broken my hymen when I first learned about it in middle school, out of curiosity, I tried to touch it with my finger and accidentally punctured it. I don't care about this thing; its breakage makes it easier for me to bring myself pleasure later. As for men, ever since that melancholy poet disappointed me, I've found it really hard to find a man I find pleasing to the eye. "Not going to say anything?" he hummed softly, his thrusts suddenly quickening, while his fingers rapidly caressed my sensitive clitoris. I groaned, a numbness shooting through my waist, almost feeling a gush of nectar gushing from my vagina, lubricating the passage. The pain lessened, but a burning sensation suddenly rose, a strange tingling and itchy feeling spreading deep within my body.When his penis withdrew, it brought out fluid, wetting my entire petal. My little pearl became even more sensitive, and I almost jumped up every time he touched it. The burning sensation in my private parts grew stronger and stronger, slowly spreading throughout my body. My face began to burn, and even my head felt a little dizzy. A hollow cry rang out from deep within my body. I already knew the pleasures of the body, but how could I resist such immense pleasure for the first time? I tried to hold on to the last bit of reason and not be conquered by desire, but I still couldn't help but moan softly and gently twist my hips, trying to get rid of the burning and emptiness. "Oh, don't move!" I heard him groan, then his breathing became heavy, and his penis suddenly stopped moving inside my vagina. "This is killing me," he panted, "your body is so captivating, Nie Lusu, you're already so eager? Do you want me to ejaculate inside you?" I snapped out of my lust, glared at him fiercely, and finally spoke: "If you dare ejaculate inside me, I'll castrate you!" He chuckled deeply, about to say something, when footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, getting closer and closer. Then I heard my mother say, "I clearly saw them coming this way." Then came Nie Wenhan's voice: "It's okay, Aruan, it's just some old friends who want to see the children. Lusu is tired, let her rest. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future." My heart jumped into my throat. Oh God, how could I let my mother see me like this? I will take my own revenge. If my mother sees me, she will definitely abandon her happiness and take me away. I held my breath, not daring to move. Suddenly, the burning heat within me stirred, rapidly stimulating my sensitive clitoris. A wave of pleasure surged through my body, and my breasts, pressed against the door, throbbed with pain. I gasped, biting my lower lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape my lips. I glared back at him, seeing his knowing, wicked smile. I almost bit my lip until it bled. Nie Weiyang, that devil! I was thankful that the doors of this luxury hotel were thickly padded, preventing them from wobbling like flimsy doors; otherwise, something strange would have been obvious from the outside. My mother and Nie Wenhan's footsteps drew closer, and Nie Weiyang's thrusting grew faster. Pleasure rapidly built within me; I felt myself about to faint from the tension. Worried that my mother would come and open the door, I was tormented by the assault from behind, sweat trickling down my temples. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. My heart stopped abruptly. I heard my mother softly ask, "Susu, are you in there?" I didn't even dare to breathe. Suddenly, Nie Weiyang moved rapidly, his hand on my clitoris becoming even more vigorous. The double stimulation caused a spasm in my lower abdomen, a rush of white light-like pleasure shooting to my brain. My vagina contracted violently and rhythmically. With my mother knocking on the door, Nie Weiyang brought me to orgasm. "Probably not here, let's go." My mother didn't hear a reply and walked away with Nie Wenhan. I collapsed against the door, panting, my body hot and wet as if I'd just been in a sauna. Nie Weiyang grabbed my buttocks, thrusting forcefully a few times before quickly withdrawing. Then I felt warm liquid spray into my buttocks. Disgusting! He released me, and I slid onto the carpet like a puppet with its strings cut, completely powerless. I could only glare at him fiercely, saying each word with malice, "I'll get back everything I did today!" Nie Weiyang grabbed a tissue from the low table to wipe his manhood, straightened his clothes, and immediately resumed his sanctimonious demeanor. He shrugged at me, "You're welcome anytime." He squatted down beside me, watching my disheveled, panting state, and reached behind me. His long fingers, moistened with his bodily fluids, lingered on my round buttocks, a look of fascination in his eyes. "Such a delicious body... Su Su, even if you don't come to me, I won't let you go." I gritted my teeth, struggling to sit up and avoid his touch. "Nie Weiyang, don't even think about touching me again!" He laughed, "Why? Didn't you enjoy it too? Don't be so conservative, this isn't like you, little wildcat." I was so angry I almost laughed. This beast! He raped someone and then told them, "Come on, let's arrange a time to meet again. It's your fault you can't let it go." I lowered my head: "You're right. Can you help me up?" He laughed: "Little wildcat, what trick are you up to now? But you really can't stand up." He grabbed my arm and pulled me up from the carpet. I wiped the liquid from my buttocks and smeared it on the front of his pants. The white, cloudy liquid was very noticeable against the black fabric. I said, "Here you go." He was clearly stunned. If I had smeared it on his shirt, he could have taken off his jacket. But he couldn't do anything about it on his pants. He couldn't exactly take his pants off and go out. This small act of revenge couldn't soothe the enormous anger in my heart. I thought to myself, "Just you wait, Nie Weiyang, you'll pay the price." Taking advantage of the empty corridor, I quickly slipped into the restroom to tidy myself up. Seeing my flushed face in the mirror, I hurriedly applied cold water for a while. The soreness between my legs reminded me of the fact that this older brother, who was practically a stranger, had sexually assaulted me. I felt a surge of injustice, covered my face with my hands, and sobbed uncontrollably. After a moment, I stopped, washed my face, touched up my makeup, and then casually walked back to the lobby. It wasn't until it was dark and the party was ending that I saw Nie Weiyang come out. He had changed his pants; I wondered who had brought them to him. [This post was edited by wangboshi2 on 2016-06-05 17:01]I held my breath, afraid to move. Suddenly, the burning heat within me stirred, rapidly stimulating my sensitive clitoris. A wave of pleasure surged through my body, and my breasts, pressed against the door, throbbed painfully. I gasped, biting my lower lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape my lips. I turned and glared at him, seeing his knowing, wicked smile. I almost bit my lip until it bled. Nie Weiyang, that devil! I was thankful the doors of this luxury hotel were thickly padded, preventing them from wobbling like flimsy doors; otherwise, something strange would have been obvious from the outside. My mother and Nie Wenhan's footsteps drew closer, and Nie Weiyang's thrusts grew faster. Pleasure rapidly accumulated within me; I felt myself about to faint from the tension. Worried my mother would come and open the door, I was tormented by the assault from behind, sweat trickling down my temples. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. My heart stopped abruptly. I heard my mother softly ask, "Susu, are you in there?" I didn't even dare to breathe. Suddenly, Nie Weiyang moved rapidly, his hand on my clitoris becoming even more vigorous. The double stimulation caused a spasm in my lower abdomen, a rush of white light-like pleasure shooting to my brain. My vagina contracted violently and rhythmically. With my mother knocking on the door, Nie Weiyang brought me to orgasm. "Probably not here, let's go." My mother didn't hear a reply and walked away with Nie Wenhan. I collapsed against the door, panting, my body hot and wet as if I'd just been in a sauna. Nie Weiyang grabbed my buttocks, thrusting forcefully a few times before quickly withdrawing. Then I felt warm liquid spray into my buttocks. Disgusting! He released me, and I slid onto the carpet like a puppet with its strings cut, completely powerless. I could only glare at him fiercely, saying each word with malice, "I'll get back everything I did today!" Nie Weiyang grabbed a tissue from the low table to wipe his manhood, straightened his clothes, and immediately resumed his sanctimonious demeanor. He shrugged at me, "You're welcome anytime." He squatted down beside me, watching my disheveled, panting state, and reached behind me. His long fingers, moistened with his bodily fluids, lingered on my round buttocks, a look of fascination in his eyes. "Such a delicious body... Su Su, even if you don't come to me, I won't let you go." I gritted my teeth, struggling to sit up and avoid his touch. "Nie Weiyang, don't even think about touching me again!" He laughed, "Why? Didn't you enjoy it too? Don't be so conservative, this isn't like you, little wildcat." I was so angry I almost laughed. This beast! He raped someone and then told them, "Come on, let's arrange a time to meet again. It's your fault you can't let it go." I lowered my head: "You're right. Can you help me up?" He laughed: "Little wildcat, what trick are you up to now? But you really can't stand up." He grabbed my arm and pulled me up from the carpet. I wiped the liquid from my buttocks and smeared it on the front of his pants. The white, cloudy liquid was very noticeable against the black fabric. I said, "Here you go." He was clearly stunned. If I had smeared it on his shirt, he could have taken off his jacket. But he couldn't do anything about it on his pants. He couldn't exactly take his pants off and go out. This small act of revenge couldn't soothe the enormous anger in my heart. I thought to myself, "Just you wait, Nie Weiyang, you'll pay the price." Taking advantage of the empty corridor, I quickly slipped into the restroom to tidy myself up. Seeing my flushed face in the mirror, I hurriedly applied cold water for a while. The soreness between my legs reminded me of the fact that this older brother, who was practically a stranger, had sexually assaulted me. I felt a surge of injustice, covered my face with my hands, and sobbed uncontrollably. After a moment, I stopped, washed my face, touched up my makeup, and then casually walked back to the lobby. It wasn't until it was dark and the party was ending that I saw Nie Weiyang come out. He had changed his pants; I wondered who had brought them to him. [This post was edited by wangboshi2 on 2016-06-05 17:01]I held my breath, afraid to move. Suddenly, the burning heat within me stirred, rapidly stimulating my sensitive clitoris. A wave of pleasure surged through my body, and my breasts, pressed against the door, throbbed painfully. I gasped, biting my lower lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape my lips. I turned and glared at him, seeing his knowing, wicked smile. I almost bit my lip until it bled. Nie Weiyang, that devil! I was thankful the doors of this luxury hotel were thickly padded, preventing them from wobbling like flimsy doors; otherwise, something strange would have been obvious from the outside. My mother and Nie Wenhan's footsteps drew closer, and Nie Weiyang's thrusts grew faster. Pleasure rapidly accumulated within me; I felt myself about to faint from the tension. Worried my mother would come and open the door, I was tormented by the assault from behind, sweat trickling down my temples. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. My heart stopped abruptly. I heard my mother softly ask, "Susu, are you in there?" I didn't even dare to breathe. Suddenly, Nie Weiyang moved rapidly, his hand on my clitoris becoming even more vigorous. The double stimulation caused a spasm in my lower abdomen, a rush of white light-like pleasure shooting to my brain. My vagina contracted violently and rhythmically. With my mother knocking on the door, Nie Weiyang brought me to orgasm. "Probably not here, let's go." My mother didn't hear a reply and walked away with Nie Wenhan. I collapsed against the door, panting, my body hot and wet as if I'd just been in a sauna. Nie Weiyang grabbed my buttocks, thrusting forcefully a few times before quickly withdrawing. Then I felt warm liquid spray into my buttocks. Disgusting! He released me, and I slid onto the carpet like a puppet with its strings cut, completely powerless. I could only glare at him fiercely, saying each word with malice, "I'll get back everything I did today!" Nie Weiyang grabbed a tissue from the low table to wipe his manhood, straightened his clothes, and immediately resumed his sanctimonious demeanor. He shrugged at me, "You're welcome anytime." He squatted down beside me, watching my disheveled, panting state, and reached behind me. His long fingers, moistened with his bodily fluids, lingered on my round buttocks, a look of fascination in his eyes. "Such a delicious body... Su Su, even if you don't come to me, I won't let you go." I gritted my teeth, struggling to sit up and avoid his touch. "Nie Weiyang, don't even think about touching me again!" He laughed, "Why? Didn't you enjoy it too? Don't be so conservative, this isn't like you, little wildcat." I was so angry I almost laughed. This beast! He raped someone and then told them, "Come on, let's arrange a time to meet again. It's your fault you can't let it go." I lowered my head: "You're right. Can you help me up?" He laughed: "Little wildcat, what trick are you up to now? But you really can't stand up." He grabbed my arm and pulled me up from the carpet. I wiped the liquid from my buttocks and smeared it on the front of his pants. The white, cloudy liquid was very noticeable against the black fabric. I said, "Here you go." He was clearly stunned. If I had smeared it on his shirt, he could have taken off his jacket. But he couldn't do anything about it on his pants. He couldn't exactly take his pants off and go out. This small act of revenge couldn't soothe the enormous anger in my heart. I thought to myself, "Just you wait, Nie Weiyang, you'll pay the price." Taking advantage of the empty corridor, I quickly slipped into the restroom to tidy myself up. Seeing my flushed face in the mirror, I hurriedly applied cold water for a while. The soreness between my legs reminded me of the fact that this older brother, who was practically a stranger, had sexually assaulted me. I felt a surge of injustice, covered my face with my hands, and sobbed uncontrollably. After a moment, I stopped, washed my face, touched up my makeup, and then casually walked back to the lobby. It wasn't until it was dark and the party was ending that I saw Nie Weiyang come out. He had changed his pants; I wondered who had brought them to him. [This post was edited by wangboshi2 on 2016-06-05 17:01]

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