[Desperate Imprisonment] Chapter 21: Where Does the Sweet Voice Soothe the Heart?

Chapter 21 of 　　*Desperate Imprisonment* : Where Does the Sweet Voice Intoxicate the Heart?
According to some pedantic psychologists, there exists a so-called "Stockholm Syndrome
." To my knowledge, I'm not entirely sure what academic school coined the name or
the theory behind it. Roughly speaking, it's about victims, such as hostages,
developing trust, dependence, affection, or even love for their criminals, who then help the victims commit or reinforce their crimes,
or even resist the police… In my opinion, it's not that profound or difficult to understand. When one person or
group uses violence to harm the victim, they control life and death, easily
being associated with "masters" or even "gods." And even the slightest bit of kindness or
leniency easily evokes gratitude from the already vulnerable hostages, leading to
feelings of gratitude, dependence, or even worship.
From another perspective, those despicable, evil, and terrifying criminals, during the course of their crimes, might
, at some stage or under certain circumstances, experience a moment of "goodness"... They might spare women and children,
treat the wounded, speak sincerely, control their emotions, and sometimes even keep their promises. Even though what they are doing
is still, overall, an unforgivable and heinous crime. I wonder if any psychologists have given this mentality a
fancy name? Actually, it's quite understandable... Even the most brutal and inhuman criminals, deep down
, always have a kind of "positive affirmation" of their actions. Given the opportunity or some
emotional comfort, they will unconsciously perform
actions that express their "goodwill" or even "sincerity.
" Simply put, you could call this "compassion"; realistically, it's leaving a way out for their inner guilt. Of course, there's also the possibility that it's simply 　　a momentary, nonsensical, impulsive act
by humans, who are inherently somewhat foolish animals. 　　… 　　Regardless, when Lulu was already begging me, "Just spare Xiao Ai's life," even 　　saying things like, "Just please be gentle when you rape Xiao Ai,"…and I said, " 　　The three conditions I mentioned this morning still stand," Lulu could hardly believe it. Her 　　expression was filled with hope, gratitude, and unease as she looked up at me, her expression a mix of surprise and fear, perhaps even wondering if I 　　was being sarcastic or ironic. I guessed she was desperately trying to recall 　　the details and wording of the three conditions I'd mentioned that morning. 　　Xiao Ai, on the other hand, was even more confused…tilted her head, leaning on Lulu's shoulder, she 　　was probably tired after all that fuss. 　　Their expressions gave me a sense of satisfaction, but also a bit of exhaustion. I swallowed hard and slumped down 　　…on the soft sofa. I glanced at Xiao Ai's small figure, her small frame, 　　her small face. Of course, my eyes still held desire. But more than anything, I gave a bitter smile, thinking, "What did I just say 　　... I'm so reluctant to let go." I even ran my fingers through my hair, 　　rubbing my scalp to soothe my nerves. 　　But Lulu probably misunderstood me. Perhaps afraid of missing out on my moment of kindness, she nodded repeatedly 　　, "I understand, I understand..." 　　I was taken aback by her nagging and couldn't help but ask her with a mocking tone, "What do you understand? Then you 　　tell Xiao Ai yourself. What are our conditions, and what are you going to do? Say it to my face, be clear, be vulgar 　　, until I'm satisfied..." 　　"Mmm..." Lulu nodded quickly, struggling to half-get up, holding Xiao Ai's arms, looking at that 　　pitiful little girl, who, even though I had put her pantyhose back on, still looked sexy and alluring 　　, and then... she hugged her tightly again, seemingly unable to hold back her tears, two lines of clear tears 　　overflowing from her eyes and flowing down her snowy cheeks. 　　"Auntie, don't be like this, don't cry. I'm fine, it didn't hurt... Do you... hurt?" Xiao Ai 　　wiped away Lulu's tears, feeling a little sad herself, looking at Lulu with teary eyes. This girl is the strangest. From the 　　moment she woke up this morning, she asked me if I had taken Lulu to the hospital. I guess what she cares about most is 　　Lulu's physical condition... Maybe her mother gave her some kind of special "sex education": 　　the first thing for a girl who has been raped is to take her to the hospital? 　　"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. Xiao Ai... Auntie is sorry, Auntie has dragged you into this. Waaah..." Lulu 　　cried even more as Xiao Ai wiped her tears, sobbing but seemingly not knowing how to speak. 　　"No, no, Auntie..." Xiao Ai quickly shook her head, her delicate childish voice accompanied by the slight 　　rubbing of her small body, seemingly trying to comfort Lulu, but not knowing how to say it. 　　"Xiao Ai...it's all Auntie's fault. Auntie can't help it. It's all because Auntie was naughty and caused 　　trouble outside, which made...Brother Stone angry...But, for your own sake, for mine, and so that your mother 　　can see you when she comes back, Auntie can only ask you to do some...not...not very good things. Can you listen 　　to Auntie?" 　　"Um...I will listen." Xiao Ai wiped away her tears, her voice even softer, as if trying to show 　　"I'm okay." 　　Lulu blushed, seemed to secretly glance at my expression, then turned back, biting her lip 　　and said, "Auntie...has already promised Brother Stone that for the next two days, he will be 　　the...master of this room and our house." 　　"..." 　　"Auntie and you must absolutely listen to him. You too...No matter 　　what Auntie does from now on, you must listen to Brother Stone. Don't ever run away with Auntie again...okay 　　?" 　　"Um." " 　　Then, you should also call Brother Stone...master." Lulu really seemed to be teaching this little 　　loli. Actually, when I heard Lulu suddenly ask Xiao Ai to call me master, I was a little confused at first, but I quickly realized that 　　Lulu was testing my limits.

Xiao Ai, helplessly turning her head to look at me, her little face immediately flushed red. Although this little sprite
was young, she knew far more than I could ever underestimate. I believed she understood
the meaning behind the title "Master," and besides… in this era, older elementary school students must have seen and heard quite a bit about
this kind of thing.
"Master…" she finally managed to softly utter in her childish voice, tinged with shame. After saying it,
she probably found the title somewhat amusing, and actually gave a slight grin, but immediately
lowered her head shyly, fiddling with the hem of her clothes. I could tell she felt uncomfortable and upset; she
was still young, and couldn't hide her concern for Lulu, her fear and confusion towards me. But that slight
smile, that natural innocence, naivety, and cuteness projected by a little girl her age… stirred my heart
.
However, Lulu and Xiao Ai had already exchanged several sentences back and forth, but I
remained noncommittal... Lulu seemed a little scared, afraid that she was "acting on her own initiative," so she hugged
Xiao Ai, then relaxed, turned around, looked at me pitifully, and said, "Brother Stone... is it
okay for Xiao Ai to call you that?" Yes, since it was a test, she naturally wanted to know the answer. Of course,
I was completely melted by that little "Master." But I don't know why, maybe
it was the way Lulu was hugging Xiao Ai, looking at Xiao Ai's innocent eyes and tear-streaked face, and
all the unexpected experiences of the day, that gave me a very strange, very special, very taboo thought...
I was still a little hesitant, but Lulu asked me, "Is it okay to add me like this?" which gave
me an out.
"No! I don't like it..." I said half-jokingly, with a half-smile, deliberately looking
at Xiao Ai, who was almost burying her face in her hands.
"?" Both girls looked up, staring blankly at me. Lulu looked even more confused. Perhaps in her mind
, such a sweet "Master" coming from Xiao Ai's mouth meant I had gained an eleven-year-old
little sex slave. Even if she wasn't a sex slave, but a little maid, it would still be a fairytale
dream for countless men. What could I possibly be dissatisfied with in such a small detail as the way she addressed me?
"These past two days, I've preferred Xiao Ai to call me... 'Daddy.'"
I said expressionlessly, almost as if I were just making a playful joke, but my throat
was gurgling, my lips were cracked, my heart and lungs were pounding, and my lower body had regained
some of its hardness.
Lulu and Xiao Ai almost both shuddered. In ordinary human relationships, forcing one person
to call another "Dad" is, of course, an insult and a mockery, a form of harm and attack. But for a beautiful
, charming eleven-year-old girl, whose forbidden allure is known to all
, to be forced to call "Dad" by a strange man undoubtedly carries a strong
symbolic connotation of incest and rape. Based on these two points alone, my insistence that Xiao Ai call me "Dad" is already sufficiently
wicked and surreal.
However… all three of us know that the title "Dad," in this special family,
and for Xiao Ai, carries another layer of unspeakable pain and torment. I remember Lulu telling me
that Xiao Ai was actually born from Lulu's sister's rape. Xiao Ai is already eleven years old, and judging from her
sensible appearance, she probably already understands the truth about "not having a father." Perhaps
Lulu had once consulted some psychology books and had an "open and honest" discussion with Xiao Ai about this topic, trying to help
her resolve her inner conflicts. But I know that was all just superficial. A broken family is a broken family, and
in such a family, the title "Dad" is definitely a taboo subject.
The most taboo thing, for me, is the most exciting and satisfying. I had actually secretly resolved to let
Xiao Ai go, but teasing her like this was the "interest" I should collect. Besides, deep down
, I had an indescribable and unacknowledged feeling: since yesterday, I've truly become infatuated with this
room, infatuated with the girlish, homey atmosphere and warmth, even knowing it's all coerced
, I really... want to hear this sweet little girl call me "Dad."
But what I didn't expect was that while Lulu was still struggling to argue with me, Xiao Ai, almost without
hesitation, nodded upon hearing my words, turned to me, and softly, shyly, and delicately
called out in a childlike voice, "Daddy..."
Daddy... Daddy... I've suddenly gone from being a brother, an uncle, to "Daddy"? This is a bit ridiculous
, a bit magical, a bit farcical. But... my God, what am I thinking? My mind
is buzzing, my blood is boiling, and my cheeks are heaving. Yes, of course, I also have a strong,
tempting sexual desire, the intense temptation of "Daddy can rape his young daughter." My penis
is hard again, proudly protruding from my pajama bottoms, as if what I crave most is this forbidden incestuous thrill. But
I know it's not entirely like that... because that clearly coerced call made my
body tremble with more than just lust; a complex mix of emotions welled up inside me
; I was even moved to tears... I struggled to control my facial
muscles and maintain a blank expression. I was afraid I would burst into tears
...
In the real world, I have nothing. Nothing at all... In this
fleeting, hypocritical world created by violence and coercion, I not only have a room, a big bed, exquisite furniture, sexy lingerie
, and a snow-white body, but I also... have such a beautiful daughter, like a little angel?
She's calling me "Daddy" in a sweet, tender, and gentle voice?
...
Thankfully, I controlled my emotions; Lulu still didn't notice the subtle changes in my expression and body language.
Even if she noticed something was off about me, she probably just assumed I was indulging in
the common, pseudo-incestuous, perverse mentality of "a father playing with his daughter." So she simply nodded resignedly
, wiped away her tears, and continued her conversation while supporting Xiao Ai:
"Wait a minute, your auntie is going to... have sex with your father... No, I mean, I'm going to be raped by your father
. I mean, I'll be raped... Your mother taught you this, understand? This is... what your auntie deserves.
Don't cry, don't be afraid, and don't come to save your auntie. If your father tells you to stay, then stay. If your
father tells you to come and watch, then come and watch... Waaah... Watch how your auntie is being violated by your father
. You have to endure it... Your auntie will endure the shame too."
"..."
"And..."
"Hmm..."
Lulu knew I wouldn't let go of the conditions implied in my promise; it wasn't just about being raped.
She hardened her heart, gritted her teeth, and continued, "And these next two days, it won't just be your dad's auntie raping him once
. Your dad's auntie will also be his little toy, his little maid, his little sex slave, his little cat and dog... He'll play with your
body in all sorts of ways, anytime, anywhere... Actually, since last night, your auntie has been learning to do it,
but she's not doing it well enough. Next, your auntie will... do it even better, even more lewdly... Waaah
... You... you... don't look down on your auntie."
"Hmm..."
"And..." Lulu glanced at me timidly, her face turning ashen again, as if hesitating about
what to say next.
"Hmm..."
"And... you too. If... if... if..." Lulu blushed,
her eyes filled with pain and pity, seemingly finding it difficult to speak.
"Hmm?" Xiao Ai seemed to have guessed what Lulu was going to say. She feigned confusion, but I could see
she was gently patting Lulu's shoulder, seemingly encouraging her, giving her courage, and telling her to just say
it.
"If... your father wants it, then you, you have to let your father play with your body too..." Lulu closed her eyes,
gritted her teeth, and finally said it.
"Hmm..." Xiao Ai's face turned as red as an apple, but she managed to suppress her shame and
nodded seemingly casually.
This probably did give Lulu courage, and her speech became more coherent:
"You're still young, you don't know how to do it... Just remember, listen to your father. Whatever he tells you to do,
how to do it, what to wear, what to take off... you have to be absolutely obedient and learn to do it. If you don't understand... come ask
your auntie, your auntie will teach you."
"Hmm..."
"It means letting your father play with your body, being intimate with your father... you are also your father's little toy, little maid,
little sex slave, little cat or dog... okay?"
"Hmm..."
"As long as you do it well, your father promised... no, he won't hurt you, and he won't really rape you.
As for your auntie, you don't need to worry about her."
Lulu finished speaking in one breath... I could see that she wanted to turn around and look at me, wanting to ask me to confirm "Is this okay?",
but she was a little afraid... she just looked at her beloved little niece with immense pain, self-blame, and tact.
And Xiao Ai, this strange little girl, actually had more courage. She turned her head and looked at me
… She was young and couldn't hide her emotions. Lulu's words had made this eleven-year-old
little sprite feel ashamed and embarrassed… Even if she were sensible, she couldn't understand the shame of being a man's "little toy, little
maid, little sex slave, little cat or dog," even if she wasn't raped. For a
pure and innocent little girl, it was probably unbearable, even mentally. Yet, her eyes still held
undisguised despair and resentment. I really felt that she was about to go crazy and explode at any moment.
But she actually managed to suppress her shame, despair, and anger
. She even gently hugged Lulu, then broke free from Lulu's embrace, turned to look at me, and
sat close to me on the sofa listening to their conversation. I looked like a well-behaved, spoiled little daughter,
gently resting my hands on her knees.
"Daddy…"
she called again, and the emotions and trembling that I had just managed to control surged up again.
The little girl in front of me was different from the one who had turned her back to me earlier, begging for a spanking. Her
eyes were large and mischievous, with pupils unlike those of most Asians—a deep brown, actually
more layered and lustrous than the black of most Asians, as beautiful as the night sky. Her nose was small and delicate, but
the bridge was very straight, even slightly pointed. The curves of her lips were continuous and varied, like
the most exquisite geometric shapes that human muscles could conjure. Her hair was naturally curly,
so cute it was like a Barbie doll's headdress, also a deep amber brown. Her long, thin, slender
figure was already very close to me. I could smell a sweet, milky
scent that even Lulu didn't have… She was still wearing that t-shirt that exposed one shoulder, the rounded, bare
skin of her shoulder, like a small fleshy ball, clearly outlining a captivating collarbone… Her white t-shirt
was slightly pushed up against her chest, creating two barely visible mounds, the tips of two small buds gently forming
an alluring curve… I almost had the illusion that in the past dozen or so hours, because of these
intense, stimulating, lewd, and painful experiences, this little girl's development had advanced significantly
.
"…"
"Daddy, will you kill my aunt?" she asked, her words pure and innocent, but her eyes
were wide and darting, her expression so serious and sincere. It was as if she was waiting for me, her "father,
" to decide their fate.
From yesterday until now, I've been adhering to one principle: not to make any specific promises.
...But this time, I couldn't help myself. I paused slightly and told Xiao Ai the truth:
"If your aunt runs away again...I'll have to kill her. But as long as she behaves...I
definitely won't kill her."
"She won't run away again..." Xiao Ai quickly looked up at me anxiously.
I was speechless, and gave a "child's words are innocent" shrug, with an expression that said, "It's no use you saying anything. "
"Daddy..."
"What...?" I couldn't help but softly reply.
"Daddy, do you like...Xiao Ai?"
I shuddered, completely stunned and at a loss for words...I tried to control my
gaze, looking only at her eyes, not at the two tender buds and the small curve on her chest.
"..."
But her words became more and more intoxicating...
"Do you...want to play with Xiao Ai's body?" Did she even know what she was saying? Or
was she just almost mimicking her aunt's tone, looking at me with an expression of despair, sadness, and shame?
"I..." I wanted to admit it, but I felt I couldn't. I wanted to deny it, but I felt
I couldn't.
"Daddy, please promise me... please spare my aunt, don't hurt her, and don't kill her
... as long as Daddy promises... sob sob..." She just kept saying it, and by the end, tears were
streaming down her face like rain, and her childish voice was choked with sobs.
"..." I really already guessed what she was going to say, and I wanted to stop her from saying it, but I also
wanted to hear her say it. That sweet pleading, that lingering childish voice, was enough to satisfy me, and enough to break
my heart.
"As long as Daddy promises... sob sob... Xiao Ai doesn't want her virginity anymore. Xiao Ai is not only willing to let Daddy play with her body,
but also willing to let Daddy... open... open... open her virginity." She probably just learned the word "open her virginity" on the spot, and she
said it so softly that it was almost inaudible, but I still vaguely heard it.
"..."
"Xiao Ai is willing to let Daddy play with her body, and she's willing to let Daddy rape her body... Just like my little aunt,
whatever Daddy wants, Xiao Ai can do... This weekend, Xiao Ai is Daddy's little toy, little sex slave, little maid,
little cat and dog, and she has to serve Daddy well. Daddy has the right to enjoy, rape, and defile Xiao Ai's body whenever, wherever,
whatever clothes, whatever position, whenever he wants... As long as Daddy seriously agrees
to Xiao Ai and doesn't hurt my little aunt."
Such familiar words. Was she trying to imitate Lulu's shameful words, repeating them, tempting...?
Her memory is really good.
Lulu, who was beside me, had knelt down at some point, close to my other knee. Her face
was ashen, and she covered her face, sobbing... She must have thought that when this beautiful niece, like a little princess or a little elf,
said such words and made such an invitation to a man, using such a wonderfully
stimulating term as "Daddy," no man in the world would refuse. For Lulu, all her efforts to avoid
it could finally end… Her bargaining and battle of wits with me had come to an end, ending with
the conditions Xiao Ai had personally stated.
Lulu would be my sex slave for two days, willingly letting me rape her and providing for my pleasure; Xiao Ai would also be my
sex slave for two days, willingly letting me rape her and providing for my pleasure… In exchange, I promised not to use violence to threaten their
lives again.
For Lulu and Xiao Ai, it was a tragic ending; but now, it was
a condition that was barely acceptable.
As for me… no man would refuse such a condition, unless that man was a legendary beast.
…
But… these two girls probably didn't notice the deep emotions and shock I felt inside.
Maybe… I am a beast?
…
I don't even know what's wrong with me.
Yes, Xiao Ai's cry of "Daddy" stirred up boundless lust within me, the thrill of incest,
and the desire for sexual play… but more than anything, it was a piercing pain and
a longing for kinship. It seemed that the moment Xiao Ai called out "Dad," the unreal feeling of the dream world became
real. It felt like all of this truly belonged to me… the bright room, the private bedroom, the close-fitting
underwear, the girl's scent, the pure cotton bedding, the fragrant aroma, the warm bathwater, a beautiful and
passionate wife, a clever and intelligent daughter, and of course, a vibrant sex life.
My mind was a jumbled mess…
…
Suddenly, I seemed to have made a decision, letting out a heavy "hmm," and I wrapped my arms around
Xiao Ai's waist, who was standing beside my knees.
I reached for her waist from behind her long t-shirt; her body was so slender that I could easily
encircle her entire body with just one arm. And her proportions were so perfect—
her waist was so thin and so tall. Because of the long t-shirt, which obscured some of my view, I had to feel around
to reach her waist.
"Ah..." Being held like this by a man for the first time, Xiao Ai's words were so resolute and intense that she couldn't help
but scream in shame.
But the shame was yet to come. I touched her waist, but only lightly
stroked her delicate, willow-like waist. Then my hands moved down... one on each side, cupping her apple-sized buttocks.
"Ah..." Xiao Ai screamed again, but perhaps the first scream was instinctive; this one was more filled with shame and panic
... She didn't know what I was going to do, perhaps thinking I couldn't hold back anymore and was about to rape her... but she still
suppressed the volume of her voice.
I held Xiao Ai's small buttocks like that, spread her two delicate thighs, and "lifted" her up. With Xiao Ai
's weight, lifting her required almost no effort. She immediately became weak and powerless, like a Barbie doll
, as I lifted her onto my lap. I then let her sit down.
She sat on my lap, facing me, legs apart.
My mouth and nose barely reached her forehead; the rich, sweet scent of her hair tantalized my
senses. Her forehead was smooth as snow, and she breathed slowly, letting out delicate moans.
The small, sweet breaths from her mouth and nose brushed against the area below my Adam's apple. Her small breasts and my chest
were separated by only a thin slit. When she swayed slightly, it seemed… it seemed as if her tender nipples would
brush against my chest through the fabric of her t-shirt… If the contact of her breasts was still vague and perhaps just my
imagination, then… her two long, snow-white thighs, draped beneath her delicate stockings, hung on either side of my thighs. That
soft, bouncy, smooth, and supple contact was undeniably real. And then there was her little bottom,
bouncy and playful, sitting tenderly on my lap. Because of her sitting posture and her weight, this time,
her bottom was maximizing the contact area between our bodies, offering up the most beautiful
, sensual form of a young girl.
Lulu's face was ashen... She guessed I was about to rape Xiao Ai, or at the very least, start undressing her
and molesting her body. Xiao Ai was already panting and trembling... She... guessed I was about to make her do
something that would terrify and shame her for the rest of her life.
I lowered my head and kissed Xiao Ai's fluffy, curly hair, my mouth filled with its fragrance, like a gentle
breeze.
I then lowered my head slightly and kissed her smooth forehead, its slippery texture giving my lips
goosebumps.
I then lowered my head slightly and kissed her nose; the fleshy tip of her nose
was much cuter than that of an average Asian girl.
Then... I kissed Xiao Ai's lips, those beautiful, delicate, exquisite, soft, gentle, and
tender pink lips. I took one in and kissed them.
So soft…like a small steamed bun soaked in soup, or a ball of dough just fermenting.
Her lips, enveloped by mine, seemed to transform into any
shape, gently rolling against the walls of my mouth and gums…
So fragrant…it was almost a sweet scent. It was the real, sweet smell of fresh milk. Accompanied by
saliva seeping from between her lips, it created a flavor that permeated my very being, making my nostrils,
taste buds, and lungs frantically open…
So small…I didn’t violate her little tongue or mouth, but rather, as if I were playing with her lips, I took
her entire mouth into mine. Her small lips, even when pressed together, were only
the size of a lychee. I could freely tease them with my tongue…
Was this Xiao Ai’s first kiss?
Lulu closed her eyes in despair; she couldn’t bear to watch what I was about to do. And Xiao Ai began to
let out helpless “woo-woo” moans. This time, however, her moans were tinged with shyness and fear.
Even though it was just a kiss, the lewd posture, the close proximity, this first contact with a man
… she probably felt the shame and pain of having her body "played with." And
did all this begin with the loss of her first kiss?
Was it the beginning? Or the end? Or… a break?
…
They didn't expect that I would savor those lips for a long, intoxicating time, seemingly over a minute.
But after I finished kissing Xiao Ai, I actually… restrained all my impulses and didn't continue
my lewd play or violation. Although my heart was churning like hellfire, thinking of doing this and that to Xiao
Ai, in reality, I restrained myself. I only kissed her lips, without even touching
her mouth. Of course, this was already her first kiss. I picked her up again and put her back
on the ground.
"That… is enough. Consider it… my play." I forced a smile.
"..." The two girls stared at me blankly, awaiting my judgment on their fate, somewhat confused by
my meaning. Lulu, being older, seemed to guess what I meant, but also showed a hint of disbelief
.
"You've called me Daddy, how can Daddy... violate his own daughter? You're still young... you shouldn't suffer like this
." I lovingly stroked Xiao Ai's face.
"..." Lulu was the most shocked; she never expected me to say such a thing.
I spoke, seemingly relieved, and lovingly stroked Xiao Ai's nose again: "Daddy
won't play with your body anymore. Just kissing you earlier was your way of showing filial piety to Daddy. You... are still young, you shouldn't
let men play with your body. Your body is very beautiful, leave it for a truly worthy boy to play with when you grow up. I really envy
that boy... you... don't owe Daddy anything, you and your aunt are different."
"Brother Stone... you..." Lulu murmured, and this time, even I could hear
the tenderness in her voice; this time, it wasn't even an attempt to please me.
I turned to Lulu, a little deflated but also quite serious, and said,
"I keep my word, so you don't need to test me anymore... Let's pretend your escape just now never happened.
The conditions from this morning still stand. Don't be so afraid. I won't kill you, I won't even hurt you. I'll
add one more thing: I won't rape Xiao Ai's body, and I won't play with it either."
"Brother Stone... really?" Lulu probably didn't know how to express her emotions,
and actually kowtowed to me. "Thank you, thank you, thank you..." Saying "thank you" was a little
strange in this environment, but at this moment, besides saying thank you, she seemed to know nothing else to say.
"But... I still want your body, but it's what I deserve. You have to rape me properly."
I said this somewhat weakly, but for Lulu, it was a pleasant surprise. Even though
a man was here saying he wanted to take her virginity, for her, it was already the best possible outcome
.
"Definitely, definitely... Lulu gave it to me, I'll definitely give it to you this time..." Her expression and tone
were practically tears of joy, and she stammered, "Brother Stone, do you want to come and play now...?"
"...Thank you, thank you, Brother Stone... Lulu owes you, Lulu will sleep with you, rape you, play with you, abuse you,
do whatever you want to you... Thank you, thank you... Lulu will serve you well, she will do everything she can to serve
you well... Waaah... Thank you..."
I waved my hand weakly, just about to speak... when
my stomach started growling again.
(To be continued)

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