[Desperate Confinement] Episode 3: I'm in Charge of Your Room

Episode 3: Your Room, My Rules
This is Lulu's room.
This is the boudoir of a 17-year-old high school sophomore.
This is also the livestreaming room of that seemingly pure, innocent, and adorable art-loving class beauty. This is also the scene that most often appears in my sexual fantasies; I have fantasized countless times about being able to 　　enter this room
as my lover . 　　Everything felt so familiar: 　　Upon entering, I saw a small room of about ten square meters, with a north-facing door and a south-facing window; against the west wall was 　　Lulu's birchwood bed, with its pink and blue cartoon letter sheets and white lace trim—small 　　yet incredibly soft and comfortable; on the bedside table was a Winnie the Pooh lamp and several storage boxes; 　　against the wall near the door stood a rather large jasmine-patterned sliding wardrobe; beige checkered 　　curtains hung in the south window, adorned with cute little stars; a large Shar Pei plush 　　toy lay on the bed… Behind the bed was a spacious computer desk with a large monitor, keyboard, 　　mouse, and microphone… Next to the desk was a white leather chair, something rarely seen in photos 　　, piled with white and pink clothes—presumably Lulu's spare underwear. 　　It wasn't my imagination; the room also carried a faint, girlish fragrance… 　　This room belonged to Lulu… 　　but now, I was in charge. 　　I sighed, sat down in the pink-backed computer chair at the desk, and waved my hand menacingly, gesturing for 　　Lulu to sit down too… Lulu had no choice but to shuffle her little bottom across her pink and blue bedsheets, sitting on the edge of the bed with her 　　head down. 　　Just now, being with Xiao Ai made Lulu seem like a young woman in the prime of her youth. Now… alone 　　with her, Lulu was still that petite, delicate, pure, and even slightly adorable little girl. 　　Compared to some high school girls who had already developed or were dressed up a bit too much, Lulu, in her appearance, temperament, and clothing, 　　exuded a pure, untouched, student-like freshness. Her adorable side-parted ponytail and long, jet-black 　　hair, adorned only with a light blue elastic band, were devoid of any other accessories. Yet, the hair itself was as black as the night sky. The oversized school 　　uniform and straight-leg trousers modestly concealed the girl's exquisite curves. Of course, there was no trace of makeup on her face; 　　her delicate features were all natural, with naturally beautiful eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth... The most adorable features of Lulu's were still her small, 　　crescent-shaped eyes and her slightly pouting pink lips. 　　At this moment, it wasn't just because she was wearing a summer polo school uniform, slightly revealing 　　the skin of her two girlish arms, but because of the change in my stance, distance, and mindset. I could not only appreciate her 　　purity and beauty... I could also freely observe her shyness, panic, trembling, and worry, as well as that sensuality 　　... I could also admire her neck, her white, lotus-root-like arms, her slender, delicate fingers, her long 　　, exquisite legs trembling beneath her school trousers, her obviously bare feet under her slippers... her two cute little feet, 　　actually naked and fleshy... and the smear of white skin at the collar of her polo shirt, the two beautiful 　　girlish breasts beneath her school uniform, her buttocks slightly pressed down as she sat on the small bed... 　　I was wantonly ogling her, pondering how to begin my lewd enjoyment tonight. However, with Xiao Ai not by her side, Lulu seemed somewhat relieved. To her, I was certainly a 　　terrifying intruder 　　wielding a military dagger , but also an older brother she once knew and could even control. 　　She probably realized I was staring at her, and to avoid my gaze as much as possible and protect her 　　body, she simply sat on the bed with her knees drawn up, curling her whole body up... This made her 　　appear more conservative. Of course, in my eyes, this only added to the 　　image of the girl in front of me as pitiful, innocent, and weak, waiting to be violated, defiled, coerced, and played with. 　　"Brother Stone, I... if I say sorry now, is it a bit... insincere?" 　　Lulu seemed to have regained much of her rationality and wisdom. In a timid voice, yet with a touch of coquettish 　　gentleness, she spoke first. 　　"Oh?" I smiled coldly, but didn't answer her. This seemed to give her some misunderstanding, making her think I really wanted to 　　talk to her. 　　"Brother Stone, I know... I'm actually... quite sorry to you. You came today... probably 　　to ask about my thoughts... But, I'm only a high school sophomore, still studying... I really haven't thought about that kind of thing. 　　You... you said you like me... I was really scared when I heard that, so I avoided you. But actually... I 　　'm also... quite happy. But I'm so young, I shouldn't be thinking about these things at my age. Didn't you also advise 　　me to study hard?" 　　She repeated the same boring excuse she had actually told me before, trying to keep her tone gentle, while 　　she couldn't help but secretly glance at me... I neither expressed anger nor disgust, seemingly 　　watching her performance with great interest. She continued her hesitant, broken sentences, but perhaps 　　to appease me, she added a lot of gentleness: 　　"I know...you have feelings for me. I...actually...actually, I have a pretty good impression of you too. 　　Putting everything else aside, you've been there for me all this time. When I'm sad, when I'm happy, when I'm annoyed, when I'm bored, you've always been there for me...But does a relationship between two people always have to be 　　like that between 　　a man and a woman ? Can't it be a little more innocent? You treat me like a little sister, and I treat you like an older brother..." 　　She was still young and lacked social experience; she was desperately trying to ease my anger, but she didn't 　　realize that this "brother and sister" excuse would only make the man who already had a possessive desire for the girl even more 　　disappointed and angry. 　　"I know...you're so good to me...I only do live streaming for fun. And you...sent me 　　so many gifts. I know, I know...you weren't after the gifts..." She paused, 　　glancing at me furtively, as if afraid of upsetting me. Seeing no reaction from me, she continued softly, "But 　　you did spend a lot of money on me. No matter what, I feel bad...Brother Stone...you today..."

"Come on, I should give you an explanation... I'm a student, I don't have any money. The gifts in the live stream... I didn't actually get
much of it, the platform took it all. But my sister... she's doing well, and she loves me. Give
me some time, I'll talk to my sister, and no matter what, I'll definitely make up for your losses, okay? You
didn't really bully us today... you just wanted to talk to me, right? I won't blame you, I won't hold a
grudge... and I definitely won't... tell anyone... Xiao Ai is a very good girl, she won't tell anyone...
Please don't... please don't... sob... please don't... sob..."
Poor Lulu.
Actually, she knew the danger of my barging in today; she probably even sensed my
intentions. But she was afraid, desperate, terrified. She clung to me like a lifeline, desperately trying to soften the blow
, to create a more romantic atmosphere. Frankly, she wanted me to act like nothing was
wrong and leave quickly… with my dagger… But she couldn't find the right
words, speaking cautiously, afraid of angering me. I could imagine her wanting to beg me, promising not to
call the police, to return my money, to allay my concerns, just to leave quickly. But she dared not say
it, fearing it would shatter her only hope: my love or kindness… But in
the last few sentences, her fear overwhelmed her, and she cried again… Crystalline, poignant, beautiful
tears streamed down her snow-white face. She pleaded, "Don't… don't…" but she didn't
know how to phrase what she wanted me to stop.
I licked my lips… Lulu was familiar to me, yet at this moment… she was also a stranger.
Lulu was very intelligent, but her age and experience meant she lacked experience in everything she did. She tried to hide
it, but couldn't: she was afraid of me.
She was afraid of me, she was afraid of me, she was afraid of me. I'll say it three times. She had absolutely no
goodwill towards me, no intention of getting close, not even friendship at this moment. Her rambling words
only revealed fear.
This fear was so unfamiliar and so despairing. Her intimacy towards me now seemed so
insignificant. Did my bayonet pierce the last bit of trust between us? Or
was there never any trust at all…? Actually, it was inevitable, but it made my heart even more desolate and even more
resolute.
I'd already gone this far! I couldn't leave like this!
I moved closer, to her warm and sweet little bed. She immediately took a small step back, her body shrinking into
a pitiful shape that was actually more sexy and charming, like a helpless little lamb.
I reached out and lifted her chin. Lulu tried to dodge... but ultimately dared not, and could only let me take
liberties with her. The smooth, warm face of that young girl, the sensation of my fingers touching her, made me a little distracted
. I even wanted to caress Lulu's face, whom I had longed for day and night, to keep touching her like that, to keep touching her forever
, even if I didn't rape her, humiliate her, or play with her sacred breasts and pure little hole, even just
touching her face like that for a lifetime would actually be very happy and fulfilling...
In fact, at this moment of "physical contact" with Lulu, feeling her tender, egg-custard-like
skin, countless hot currents surged, converged, and became chaotic in my chest... I was actually
afraid, I was actually sad, I was actually full of apology and pain, helplessness and despair... I actually
hated myself, hated the scene, hated this hopeless, loveless coercion.
But a mysterious yet powerful force was at work—the power of men to dominate women through violence… My
voice was surprisingly calm, as calm as a still pond, as calm as a stranger
talking about an unfamiliar topic. The calm, indifferent, and steady my tone, the
clearer each word, each pause, the more it sounded to myself like the howl of a demon.
“Finished?… You’re done… Now it’s my turn to speak…”
“Mmm…”
“Lulu… First, I want to tell you what you wanted to ask but didn’t dare—
the reason I came to your house today. I didn’t come to talk to you, nor to give you gifts, nor
to ask for money… I’ve been thinking about this for a long time… I want to… fuck you! Rape you! Understand?”
My voice remained calm, each word spoken as if it were an ordinary matter, revealing the wildest
desires within me.
Damn, even the way I said "fuck you, rape you," the way I pronounced it sent shivers
of pleasure through me, and my penis was already hard...
Lulu, however, knew I was serious, and this was probably the answer she feared most. She immediately
burst into tears again, trembling and curling into a ball, trying in vain to cover herself,
tears streaming down her face, but she dared not say anything, dared not run away... She still let me stroke
her chin, her head held high as she looked at me.
"As for what happens after the rape, to be honest, I haven't thought about it yet... One possibility is that I'll wait for
the police to come and arrest me; another is... I'll jump off the 17th floor myself..."
At this point, I suddenly realized that I had told a small lie.
I hadn't even said that I had considered killing Lulu... Why? It seemed that I was somewhat afraid that
Lulu would be driven to desperation and fight me. I wanted to leave her with a little something, a little hope... Yes, I immediately realized that
this balance was very important. I wanted to leave Lulu with a sliver of hope, a tiny spark of memory, but also enough
fear and intimidation. I continued my performance of intimidating Lulu.
"So, I'm not afraid of death, nor am I afraid of going to jail. Right now, don't have any wrong thoughts, don't shout, don't run
around. If you mess with my mind, if you annoy me, I don't know what I might do… understand?"
My calm tone made Lulu feel even more threatened, like a child who had lost everything. She dared not
wail loudly, but instead sobbed uncontrollably, her voice broken and her words incoherent.
She just murmured, her voice already a little hoarse:
"No... Brother Stone, I beg you... no... sob... don't do this... if you do this, you
'll... sob..."
"What will I do? Go to jail? Or die? I've already told you, tomorrow morning, I'll
jump off this 17th floor. Do you think I'd be afraid of going to jail?"
She didn't dare answer. I paused, thinking of another thing I could use to break Lulu's psychological defenses,
and continued my threat: "But... it's a bit unexpected. I didn't expect... you have a little niece
here..."
When Lulu heard me mention Xiao Ai, she trembled in fright, seemingly regaining some courage. She cried, looking
at me fearfully: "Brother Stone... she's just a child. Please... don't hurt her... it's not her fault..."
"You really care about her, huh? I didn't say I wanted to hurt her. I locked her in the room just now to wait
... to prevent the child from seeing things she shouldn't see... But I must say, you absolutely
mustn't mess things up. You know how unstable I am right now. If you really push me
to the brink, I can't even guarantee what I might do... I don't want to...
rape you in front of her... Of course, you'd be even more ashamed, and I'd definitely have a more exciting time... But I'm
afraid your little niece, such a young girl, can't handle that kind of stimulation..."
"Brother Stone... no... no... like this... you're going to... sob... are you trying to kill me?
... sob..."
I saw that Lulu was already a little disoriented from my fright, her eyes even rolling back, yet I tried to
further manipulate her reason. Instead, I took a step back, my fingers finally reluctantly releasing her head.
She immediately lowered her head and sobbed, desperately trying to suppress the volume of her voice…
I retreated to her computer chair, holding my bayonet, legs crossed, trying to appear like a
seasoned, experienced pervert, but really just admiring Lulu's helpless, pained, trembling, and fragile figure…
and letting myself think.
Everything went even more smoothly than I imagined… unbelievably smoothly.
Lulu was home alone… and of course, with a ten-year-old child… Lulu was still
as innocent and naive as ever, completely unsuspecting, and actually opened the door for me. There were no burly
men, no other men, not even any adults in the house. Lulu's older sister was away on a business trip… probably leaving her elementary
school-aged daughter with her younger sister, leaving the two little girls to spend the weekend like this… Lulu probably
never imagined such a terrible thing would happen to her. She was quite clever, trying to stall me.
But she had no means or bargaining chips to fight back. Besides this military dagger, I inexplicably
have another bargaining chip in my hand... Lulu clearly dotes on and is very protective of her niece, Xiao Ai.
I estimate that if I were to pounce on Lulu and rape her, just as I initially planned, enjoying her
girlish body, I wouldn't even need the dagger to overpower her with my overwhelming physical strength. I
could tear her school uniform and underwear, and freely violate her body. She wouldn't have the
confidence or means to resist. She wouldn't even have an escape route... I've already locked the security door; even if she rushed
over, it would take her time to unlock it, right? Besides... she probably wouldn't abandon her ten-year-old niece, whom I locked in the children's room
.
Even if it's just waiting a few hours, after I've ravaged her youthful body, which she's been forced to expose for the first time
, breaking her irretrievable virginity and leaving my eternal mark... I'll let
her do whatever she wants, wait for the police to come and arrest me... I seem to have achieved my original "minimum revenge goal
." Even if I have to go to jail for more than ten years, Lulu's life will be forever marked by my
existence. Moreover, having only dated one unreliable girlfriend and slept with a few hairdressers... I should
be able to realize my recurring fantasy of life in my masturbation without any obstacles: to have sex with someone like Lulu
, who is actually high-class, meticulously maintained, and the most beautiful girl in her class at a top provincial high school. And,
during her most beautiful golden years. I have nothing to be ashamed of. Isn't there a saying on the internet: "Ten
years of blood money, death penalty is not a loss."
But… the current situation is much better, much smoother, and much more under my control than I imagined
. In this little room I've been longing for, filled with the sweet scent of a young girl, I
feel like a god, in complete control, able to do whatever I want… Lulu before me is so helpless and alluring. I've decided… I can
raise my "minimum revenge target" a little.
Perhaps… before fulfilling my most lewd dream of "raping Lulu," I can at least satisfy
my initial dream of "being with Lulu and loving her," even if… it's just fulfilling a part of that fantasy?
Thinking of this idea, I immediately felt it was a good one. I even wanted to stand up and sing a song. After all,
those various masturbation fantasies about Lulu that once excited me so much, made me so immersed, so happy, and so joyful…
initially started with mutual intimacy. Of course, I can never, ever experience that
intimacy again, but to experience it even a little… I truly wouldn't have lived in vain.
I swallowed hard, pretended to think for a moment, and then spoke again: "Okay... I'll give you a chance
... let's... compromise."
Lulu immediately looked up, frightened but clinging to me like a lifeline, unsure of what I was going to do
.
"I can promise you, today... I won't rape you. I won't hurt you... or your Xiao Ai..."
"Brother Stone..."
"But... I came all this way... I can't leave empty-handed..."
"Brother Stone... I really will pay you back. If that's not enough... I can give you more
..."
"No, no, no... I don't want money..."
"Then... what do you want?"
I smiled, leaned closer, and licked my lips, trying to make my lecherous look even more pronounced.
But it also carried a hint of tenderness: "Of course I want you... I want you to take the initiative and be intimate with me
..."
Lulu's face flushed red, and she shrank back in fright... She felt a mix of hatred, anger, fear, and shame... yet
there was also a glimmer of hope, which only fueled his desire even more.
I knew she would pretend not to understand, so I continued my explanation: "Lulu... things have come to this point, you can't
keep pretending to be innocent and foolish with your brother Shi Tou to stall for time, right? Rape is when a man forces a girl to have sex...
In today's society, someone your age should understand what that means. It's... very direct... and there will be
consequences. You'll bleed, you'll feel pain, and once you become your brother Shi Tou's woman, that will never change, and maybe...
you'll even get pregnant. Of course, if I were to rape you now... you wouldn't be able to do anything about it, right? But rape is
a very serious crime, and I don't want to go to jail until I'm sixty. I'm taking a step back now; I just want to be intimate with you first
, like a boyfriend and girlfriend... You're both high-achieving students; you must have watched a lot of Western movies and TV shows
... Even if you haven't, there must be classmates in your school who are dating... It's just... being intimate
... having some fun... playing around with... your body..."
As I spoke, I began to stroke Lulu's face... She didn't dare to dodge, sobbing as she let me
take liberties with her. I stroked her face all the way down to her ear… gently flicking her little earlobe
, which was so pink and translucent that the light from both rooms seemed to shine through it.
“But since it’s intimate, you can’t struggle, resist, cry, or make a fuss. Be gentle, be obedient
, be proactive, give some response, show some expression. The most important thing is to say a few more things to make your Stone Brother happy
. I really want to hear you say that… Right, it’s like when I send you gifts in your room, you
sweetly say thank you for the flowers, Lulu really likes them. Today, you have to
say it sweetly too… Be good… be nice to your Stone Brother… I won’t use any knives or guns.” I felt relieved.
"Fine, satisfied... Considering you've taken so much from me, I'm just satisfying your little fantasy, Stone Brother
... I might just leave, and you can still call the police, they can still arrest Stone Brother. It
's not a serious crime, I haven't suffered much loss, so... actually, your harm is minimized, everyone's happy, right
?"
I could actually sense that although my conditions were extremely obscene and lewd, she was indeed somewhat persuaded by me
. Besides... she had no reason or grounds to refuse the conditions I offered.
"...Besides...you know yourself, I'm good to you, right? Consider
this practice for your future relationships with boyfriends or husbands...hmm?"
I added one straw after another, and Lulu bit her adorable, full little lips, almost drawing
blood, before sobbing, "How...how...to be intimate?"
When she said "intimate," her face turned as red as an apple, and she whispered, almost inaudibly, "You absolutely can't..." She seemed
to want to add a condition, but was too shy to say it.
I put on a playful smile: "Being intimate... it's just kissing, hugging, looking, touching, playing, and doing
games... Of course, you have to cooperate and be obedient, no crying or fussing... I promise... I won't rape you.
Be proactive and make Brother Stone feel good faster... Once he feels good, a man doesn't necessarily have to go inside
... you know..."
Looking at Lulu's cute expression—hate, tears, fear, and a hint of wanting to agree—I could
n't resist... Without waiting for her answer, I slammed my military dagger onto her computer desk... but pushed it
away slightly to prevent Lulu from going berserk; actually, I could still reach it with a simple reach. Then, I sat
on Lulu's bed, next to her thighs, and gently wrapped one arm around her waist, putting my arm around her.
I could feel Lulu trembling, ashamed, and terrified… She dared not resist, yet she wept in despair,
tears streaming uncontrollably from her beautiful eyes. Her eyes closed slightly, but tears still welled up and spilled from the slits of her eye sockets… She
was completely forced by the situation, her mind a jumbled mess by the conditions I offered, seemingly utterly clueless about how to decide
, how to face my coercion.
But I no longer cared. I finally… touched Lulu's body. Just as I had imagined in my dreams
.
I gently rubbed Lulu's waist, the touch… even though under her school uniform, my hands were actually
made of ordinary cotton, but… the slenderness, softness, and warmth of her waist… even though I
had simulated this action countless times in my masturbation fantasies, actually caressing Lulu was a hundred times more comfortable than I had imagined… Not only
to dilute her desire to resist, but also because I truly wanted to linger in this moment, I didn't rush
to touch the more "sexually stimulating" parts upwards or downwards.
"Waaah..." Lulu sobbed and cried. I could feel
the shame and fear my touch caused her, but she could only cry, using her sobs to mask her reaction.
My hand moved upwards triumphantly, brushing against her armpits, even deliberately touching
what should have been the bra strap under her school uniform, feeling the intricacy and complexity of a girl's underwear. I didn't linger, but instead
moved to her shoulder... like a loving older brother, stroking her shoulder... Of course,
this time, both she and I should understand that it was no longer a loving older brother, but
a hooligan, a pervert, a molester, defiling, caressing, and playing with a girl's body.
Lulu still didn't dare resist, her body even refraining from twisting or trying to escape... By this point,
I was certain she had accepted her fate, accepted my condition of "a little intimacy and I'll let you go"
...
My breathing became heavy. I pulled Lulu's body from her shoulder, bringing her cute
little face close to my eyes... I stared at her, so close they were only millimeters apart. Lulu closed her eyes, not daring
to look at me, letting me do as I pleased... I kissed her lovely lips...
I've said it many times, of Lulu's features, her lips are the most beautiful... truly "round and smooth."
Is this used to describe a girl's body? I think it's most suitable to describe her lips. First, her lips are very small and delicate,
less than half the width of my lips when they open and close; second, they are very full, with a
"fleshy" feel from the philtrum of the upper lip to the philtrum of the lower lip, making you want to take a bite; third, they are very undulating and varied... I've heard people
say that the sexiest woman's lips have a "lip pearl," which is
a small, pearl-like fleshy bump formed by the undulation of the upper lip's cross-section and the sufficient curvature of the lip arch, and the lip arch must be sufficiently curved, and the lip peaks must
be sufficiently upturned to achieve this effect...
In this respect, I even think Lulu has the talent to be a lip model... Countless times, I've
looked in the mirror at Lulu in her room, watching her lips open and close, the two lips I've been dreaming of, and I could immerse myself in
beautiful fantasies...
And today, I finally kissed her... and it wasn't just a kiss...
Ah... this softness, warmth, and smallness, no wonder people say kissing is like being electrocuted. As if the moment our lips
touched, Lulu's body tensed instantly. And when my lips began to press down on hers,
pressing down on her soft lips and feeling the warmth of that little flesh, her body began to tremble wildly
... I was stroking her shoulder and could feel waves of resistance, despair, disarray, and a little bit
of shame emanating from her entire body.
She dodged, I pressed on… It felt like I was savoring the most delicious little jelly in the world, so sweet
and smooth, with an incredibly "fun-like elasticity," so delicious and so fun… No wonder kids
love jelly… I wouldn't let go, nor would I rush into her mouth. Instead, I took her
entire cherry-like mouth, formed by her bouncy, adorable upper and lower lips, into my mouth and sucked on it…
Her lips were sucked up, then bounced back with a "pop," then sucked up again, and
bounced back with another "pop"…
I didn't know if this was Lulu's first kiss, but that brief, playful kiss
felt like a milestone. No wonder some people say kissing is a very important part; I even felt
a sense of accomplishment, like leaving a mark on a virgin. Listening to Lulu's increasingly labored and rapid breathing, smelling the warm,
sweet scent of her mouth, and feeling the intimate contact between her delicately contoured upper lip and the hollow of her lower lip… I felt like I had
reached the peak of pleasure.
Slightly different from my countless initial imaginings, Lulu's pain and humiliation were palpable. Her nose and mouth
were filled with sobs, two streaks of tears stained her cheeks. But this
feeling of "wanting to resist but being unable to, only able to endure the humiliation, letting someone violate her lips"
was far more exciting to me than the "mutually loving" kiss I had imagined countless times.
I possess you, I defile you, I toy with you, and you can only endure it.
You feel disgust, you resist, you are terrified, and you can only endure it.
On the other hand, Lulu was, after all, a young girl. I couldn't be sure
which emotion dominated her at that moment: "fear, not daring to anger me" or "the shame of being forcibly kissed." But I could feel that this unfamiliar kiss
was also invading and troubling her with its physiological instincts.
Her body was going weak and burning. As I stroked her shoulder, I could feel her body sliding limply down.
When I kissed her mouth and nose, her teeth were clenched, yet they also made a soft, creaking sound, gradually loosening.
I gently bit her upper lip, kneading and kissing her lips in wisps… Her little mouth, with a sob
, a whimper, and a hint of passion… slightly opened…
I immediately explored inside. Lulu's resistance was weak and feeble. My tongue explored in, first touching
her trembling teeth. I had no aversion to this; invading her teeth was
a joy in my life. I started licking from her front teeth, feeling her gums,
squeezing my tongue into the space where her gums and lips met, touching that cute little tendon between them… I think it's called
the "frenulum"…
Lulu was probably having trouble breathing from my kisses, and helplessly loosened her clenched teeth slightly.
I gently yet resolutely stroked Lulu's shoulder with my palm, rubbing it repeatedly, as if to inform
her of my desire and to soothe her nervousness. Then, quite naturally... I began to entwine my tongue
with hers...
The girl's tongue was so small, almost half the size of mine, the tip delicate like
a tiny tadpole. Warm saliva surrounded her mouth, secreting even more intensely because of my intrusion
... It was truly sweet, like honey. I sucked it in mouthful after mouthful, my taste buds even
blooming and blooming. Then, I returned my saliva, injecting it into every
cell around her tongue. Lulu, aside from painful swallowing and sobbing, or perhaps an instinctive reaction after the kiss
... ultimately didn't resist. Perhaps she understood that, under the condition of "a little intimacy," kissing me and giving me
her first kiss was inevitable. For a moment... I could even feel her tongue learning to
extend and retract slightly on its own. Accompanied by her sobbing cries, it was no longer just a gentle kiss, but more like
another form of rape, desecration, and humiliation of the young girl… even if it was just a kiss.
…
I don’t know how long the kiss lasted… until I could barely breathe, until
I was afraid Lulu would faint from lack of oxygen, before I reluctantly released the gentle embrace of her lips and tongue. I
loosened my grip on Lulu’s uniform slightly, and the high school girl in my arms was already teary-eyed from my kisses, her skin flushed crimson
… Heavens, not only her face and neck were flushed with shyness…
the lower lip of her most adorable little lips… seemed to have been bitten open in a moment of carelessness
. A trace of blood peeked from the capillaries beneath her skin, appearing particularly poignant.
I could sense that she might have felt a little passionate and aroused by my kiss, but ultimately, it was all
the result of coercion—from someone she loathed, feared, and who had once been a barely acceptable friend but was now completely estranged from.
The migrant worker's assault, his desecration and molestation of her… I don't know if it was her first kiss, but
this torment clearly left her face with a deathly pallor, a look of "being defiled," and even… a hint of
barely concealed anger. Except for the flush on her cheeks, her face had turned deathly pale…
The expression of disgust and humiliation clearly said, "Is that enough? Is it over? Get out!"
My heart was boiling with lust from the passionate kiss, but it had also stirred a touch of pity within me
. However, this pity was instantly washed away by her barely concealed disgust and pain.
I deliberately gave her a lewd and shameless smile…
Over? No! Everything was just beginning.
I wasn't swayed by that gentle, lewd, forceful kiss; instead, I felt an unprecedented clarity.
I only had one short night to be in control, and I was going to completely humiliate, defile, and take everything from this girl
.
I took a deep breath, licked away the taste of her saliva from my lips, and then lowered
my head to kiss her again. This time, the kiss wasn't confined to her lips… but began on her forehead,
then her eyelids, her nose, the tip of her nose, her cheeks, her lips, her jaw… This was no longer just a kiss, but
a declaration of ownership over every inch of her delicate and lovely face.
And this time, it wasn't just a kiss; my hands… had left her shoulders, and through her school uniform,
climbed onto her breasts…

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