[Desperate Imprisonment] Episode 10: Humiliation Soothed by Warm Water

Chapter 10 of 　　"Desperate Imprisonment" : The Shame Soothed by Warm Water
To avoid the embarrassment of not knowing how to adjust the water flow switch, I experimented a few more times before finally figuring out the
adjustment mechanism of this handheld showerhead. It actually has roughly three settings. The middle setting is a gentle, normal
water flow, with dozens of nozzles arranged in a disc shape, delivering water at a normal flow rate and pressure. If you
push the adjustment valve upwards, all the nozzles will contract, creating a finer, high-pressure jet of water—probably some kind of
"pressurization mode." Pushing the adjustment valve downwards is the most interesting; all the dozens of small nozzles around the showerhead
will close, concentrating the water flow into a spiral spray from only the three central nozzles
. Because there are only three nozzles, the impact is greatest, and the three streams of water are concentrated into a smaller
area—this is probably what I'd heard of before but never seen before—the so-called "massage" mode.
Although it was just a small detail, it wasn't enough to stump me with a simple showerhead. Mastering the
trick actually helped me regain some confidence from my earlier momentary disappointment. I adjusted the spray
, a little jokingly, a little teasingly, letting the warm water, carrying wisps of steam, spray
in different ways—"whoosh," "drizzle," even "pitter-patter"—on Lulu
's forehead, hair, and shoulders, as if testing which stream of water would best moisturize my temporary
doll.
Although Lulu kept her eyes tightly closed out of shame, and tried her best to maintain a "clenched"
posture, I could observe the subtle changes in her expression as she experienced the different streams of water. After all,
girls love cleanliness. Lulu was covered in sweat, vaginal fluid,
stains, and semen from my lewd play. Regardless of the water's force, the warm, clean wash made Lulu's nerves and muscles tremble
with a sense of indulgence and tenderness. Even though she knew she would be defiled, soiled, and humiliated by me again, and even though
she certainly knew the scene of me "washing" her in front of her, making her feel as
vulnerable as a sex doll, at least the constant flow of warm water offered her a moment of comfort and cleanliness.
However, after rinsing for a while, thoroughly soaking Lulu's entire body with warm water, I was tempted to
further lewdly play with Lulu's body and lewdly peek at her shy charm. So, I took the showerhead and, instead of
rinsing Lulu's head and face, with a lewd grin, pushed down the regulator valve, switched it to massage mode, and brought it close to
Lulu's high, snow-white breasts, focusing on the very tip of her pink areola and the area of her bright red nipple.
I began to use three rotating, pressurized streams of water, "plop plop plop," to pound and tease her most sensitive and innocent
nipple.
Sure enough, perhaps it was the water pressure, or perhaps it was the fact that we were naked together in this small shower room
doing things that even married couples might not do, or perhaps it was because I was simultaneously watching, caressing, lewdly playing with her, and
using the water jets to molest her, but when the hot water jets hit Lulu's nipples, she couldn't bear it at all. She
kept her eyes tightly closed, showing an expression of extreme distress and shame, her face flushed red, letting out
soft moans of "Ah... Ah..."
Those three rotating water jets were quite powerful. I carefully adjusted my position, letting the three rotating jets
swirl around Lulu's nipples from three sides, the warm water
spraying up, down, left, and right with a "plop plop" sound. Poor pink nipples, being lewdly played with like this by a man,
were already quite erect due to physiological instinct, standing up like a vertical soybean, but precisely because of
this state of mind, they were being tossed around by the three rotating water jets, practically trembling wildly. Poor Lulu, a pure and
innocent virgin, a seventeen-year-old high school student, had probably never even played with her nipples so carefully before tonight
. Now, she was being pushed into her own shower room by a man she despised.
She dared not escape or resist this lewd act, nor even cover her breasts. Even her smooth, plump, and wet
vulva was only partially concealed by her tightly clenched thighs… She couldn't bear such stimulation. Although
her eyes were closed, tears streamed down her face. Her sobs and moans, driven by an irresistible girl's instincts,
grew softer, more tender, and louder. Those "ooh ooh…" sobs were clearly mixed with
"hmm…hmm…" moans, accompanied by the adorable trembling of her nipples. But a seventeen-year-old girl
is still young, and Lulu's naturally childlike voice sounded like celestial music to my ears
.
I watched the water continue to wash, tease, and play with Lulu's nipples. They were so cute and pitiful,
I couldn't resist reaching out again to pinch them. Lulu instinctively flinched…
actually, she didn't dare to dodge much anymore… I even believe that after tonight's events,
rationally speaking, Lulu had resigned herself to her fate. She had given up resisting or trying to brush off her
past fantasies with a few words. She understood what I wanted to do and my determination. She had accepted that her pure,
beautiful, sexy, and innocent high school girl body was now at my mercy,
a toy for my sexual gratification. Perhaps later, if I were to actually break her hymen and take away her most precious
and real virginity, she might resist, plead, or bargain, but anything else
… she dared not force me. To be honest… just now in her room, my penis had already
made intimate contact with her virgin vagina, and I even ejaculated on her snow-white body. A pure
high school girl, played with to this extent, could easily feel utterly hopeless and give up entirely.
So… her sudden dodge was simply a natural reaction of a girl instinctively shrinking back when a man touches her sensitive areas
. Even among ordinary couples, let alone a pure virgin like her, a girl's
sensitive nerves will naturally send signals of shyness and avoidance when a man touches her nipples. This only added to her
shyness and my pleasure.
But I wanted to torment her. Seeing her dodge, I reached behind her and… to Lulu's most adorable…
I slapped her pert buttocks with a "smack," a lewd gesture, but I used quite a bit of force
... I figured her snow-white bottom would immediately flush red, and Lulu couldn't help but
cry out, "Ooh...it hurts..." She finally opened her eyes and peeked at me...
"Brother Stone is just being affectionate. You're all dirty...I'll wash your little nipples for you. You dare to dodge?"
I wanted to torment her, but my tone was cold, meant to scare her.
"No, no...I didn't dare...I didn't dodge..." Lulu was frightened and hurriedly protested.
I, however, relished the feeling of having Lulu under my thumb, and continued to intimidate her with a fierce and ruthless tone:
"Let me tell you, don't think that just because you let Brother Stone play with your body a few times... you've made some
great sacrifice. Do you think you're a fairy descended from heaven or a top star? That I can make you immortal by touching you a couple of times
? Don't you know how to make a man happy? Don't know? You'd better think about it and learn
how... If tonight, there's not even a little bit of intimacy, no initiative, no cooperation..."
I thought for a moment, as if I were doing some kind of test, or perhaps to increase the credibility of my explanation... I brazenly reached out a finger, and with one finger, 　　traced the small protrusions along the edge of
Lulu's snow-white, pink, plump vulva , moving it up and down... feeling the most mysterious folds, the 　　fullest carnal desire, the most pure symbol... and the extra moistness after being washed by warm bath water. 　　This area is more sensitive, more precious, more shameful, and more unspeakable than a young girl's nipples 　　... But this time, Lulu didn't flinch. I could even see her biting her lower lip, struggling to 　　stand firm, enduring my lewd molestation of her vulva—a humiliating yet touching sight. 　　I continued my nonsense: 　　"I'll do the same, pin you down, break your hymen first, then..." My hand slid down her labia 　　towards the base of her tightly pressed thighs, across her even tighter perineum: "Break your little chrysanthemum. 　　Your brother Stone doesn't like anal sex, but after seeing how beautiful your back is, I can't miss it, right 　　? As for your vagina... I'll fuck it at least five or six times, ejaculate five or six times... Hmph, let's see how lucky you are... 　　Hehe... and how well you develop... Maybe you'll get pregnant..." " 　　..." Lulu's face, which had been flushed briefly from the warm water, turned deathly 　　pale... 　　But I wasn't finished yet. 　　"Then, after I've raped you, your vagina will definitely be torn, bleeding a lot, and you won't be able to move. 　　Even if you don't die, you'll be half-dead... But I, your brother Stone... I'm definitely not satisfied yet... Oh right, let's 　　go next door. There's someone even younger next door. I'll strip your niece, Xiao Ai, naked. 　　She's only eleven years old, how much strength can she resist? I guess I'll just scare her a bit and she'll be sprawled out, and I 　　can rape her however I want... First, I'll force her to give me a blowjob, then I'll carry her to the bed and place her next to you... Tsk tsk tsk, let's see 　　if your little aunt and niece's vaginas are similar... Then... I'll rape her eleven-year-old 　　vagina! Eleven years old... A fifth-grade girl, quite developed, and so pretty..." 　　…She's like a little angel, I just don't know if she'll survive… If the police come tomorrow morning and 　　shoot me… I'd still be damned satisfied.” 　　I was still trying to ramble on when Lulu, already terrified, still managed 　　to steer the conversation back on track: 　　“No, no!!! No, no!!! Waaah… Brother Stone, I really won't hide anymore! I 　　promise, I promise I'll hold back my sadness. Waaah… Thank you, thank you Brother Stone for washing… washing… washing… my 　　breasts… Or… or… you can play with my… my breasts a little longer…” 　　She even made a “chest-out” gesture, offering her rather well-endowed breasts, as if 　　afraid I'd be uncomfortable, even offering her nipples for me to play with. 　　I smiled smugly, but my tense face couldn't hold back any longer. I held up the showerhead again and 　　played the "water hitting the nipples" game on Lulu's breasts, but added, "What breasts? Didn't I tell you to say some 　　nice things to make your Brother Stone happy? You have to call them boobs, nipples, little grandma, little milk... understand?" 　　Lulu looked utterly ashamed, but still didn't dare disobey me. She bit her lip, and with 　　a sob in her voice, quite coherently and with a touch of coquettish tenderness, she responded to my request: "Yes... yes 　　... thank you... thank you Stone for washing Lulu's breasts. Please, Brother Stone... play with Lulu's 　　little breasts and nipples for a while longer... waaaah..." 　　As she finished speaking, perhaps the words were too harsh and too unbearable for the reserved girl, and she 　　burst into tears like a child. 　　I chuckled and jokingly splashed water on Lulu's face again, letting the warm water mingle with her 　　tears and roll down onto her breasts. Then, while continuing to wash Lulu's nipples, left and right 　　, my other hand freely and unrestrainedly pinched, flicked, 　　grabbed, and kneaded her breasts. Sometimes I squeezed the flesh out of shape, then let it bounce back; sometimes I forcefully thrust into 　　the depths of her breasts, touching the firm nipples; sometimes, I used three fingers to mimic the flow of water, 　　playing with Lulu's nipples… and each time, my hand was covered in hot spring water. Lulu's breasts were " 　　washed" like this for almost ten minutes… Truly a healthy seventeen-year-old girl, no matter how I played with her, 　　it seemed that as soon as the water from the showerhead cascaded down, she would immediately return to her flawless, warm, 　　lovely, and charming original state. 　　This time, Lulu seemed to have let go, and seemed genuinely trying to please me. While I played with her breasts, 　　she obediently yet helplessly emitted moving moans, even suppressing her sobs, which became increasingly 　　soft, deeper, and accompanied by increasingly chaotic lip and teeth sounds: "Mmm...mmm...it hurts 　　...it hurts...I can't take it anymore...please, please...I beg you...let me go."

"..." There seemed to be fragments of language, yet it also seemed to be merely a series of chaotic, shameful "mmm, woof, woof" sounds.
I've said before that Lulu's overall figure is petite, but her breasts, a pair of hemispherical mounds, were
much sexier than I had imagined. While not exactly large breasts,
they were quite well-proportioned for Lulu's petite frame, and very cute and alluring. Many men don't understand
the issue of female breast size; aside from porn, they don't have many opportunities to see girls' real naked bodies
... Of course, I don't really understand either; I only heard about it once from a "veteran" colleague who was just rambling on
. Today, seeing Lulu's body, I finally understood what those people meant when they talked about it for so long, something I only half-understood .
Indeed, the most important thing isn't the volume or size of a girl's breasts themselves, but rather
the overall mathematical proportions of her upper bust, lower bust, breast spacing, height, waist, and even shoulder width. Perfect
proportions create a more perfect visual effect, and of course, a more perfect feel when played with. The fusion between the so-called "breast peaks" and "jade-like body" is more strongly expressed, 　　creating a unified contrast
between the woman's delicate and graceful figure and the fullness and plumpness of her breasts . Lulu, at this age, with this skin tone and this height, except for 　　being slightly petite, perfectly embodies youth, beauty 　　, and vitality when contrasted with her pair of cute, bouncy breasts. Being petite... makes her appear more innocent, and also carries a touch of youthful and helpless sensuality. 　　Interestingly, as I continued to fondle her, even in warm water, I could see the flush on Lulu's face 　　growing stronger. The pores on her breasts were being constantly washed by three streams of water with a "massaging" force, and then 　　squeezed by my fingers. It felt as if the warm water was being forced into her 　　pores, absorbing the nourishing moisture. Lulu's two little breasts seemed to have swelled 　　up a whole size, becoming more beautiful, relaxed, and perky than before, adding 　　a touch of mature womanly allure to her girlish shyness... I know that a girl's nipples become engorged and erect after being aroused 　　, but the overall swelling of the breasts is another matter. Is it really possible for 　　a girl's breasts to swell up after being subjected to extreme sexual abuse? Or is it just my imagination? 　　Lulu's nipples were indeed erect, but even with such excitement, they remained a pale pink, 　　looking very cute. Interestingly, even her areolas, which were originally faint and almost invisible, 　　had a slight outline due to the engorgement and flushing. But… I still felt that Lulu’s breasts were truly swollen 　　, as if it wasn’t just an illusion caused by the visual difference from the erect nipples. 　　Meanwhile, Lulu’s indistinct moans of shame grew increasingly rapid and excited, tears seeming to 　　well up again, tinged with sobs, groans, and guttural sounds like a baby crying… I even 　　saw that her lips were slightly limp and distorted from this excitement and humiliation, and it seemed as if a little saliva was drooling 　　… 　　I tried to exert more force, using my fingernail to “carve” a groove into Lulu’s pink nipple, then 　　rotating it ninety degrees and “carving” it again, essentially “carving” a cute cross on one of Lulu’s nipples. 　　Little did I know, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, this final, lewd act—which 　　wasn't even the most intense play I'd had on Lulu's nipples that day—caused Lulu to let out 　　a devastating cry of "Wah...!!!" Her delicate, snow-white body, enveloped in steam, 　　convulsed violently, causing the water jets I was spraying on her breasts to splash even more intensely 　　… 　　Then, the "waaaah" turned into a trembling, echoing "mmm mmm mmm mmm... 　　" growing softer yet persistent, like…like…like the 　　lingering afterglow a man savors after ejaculation, an irresistible, lingering pleasure. 　　Lulu had another orgasm… 　　this seventeen-year-old high school girl had been brought to orgasm by me again. I was even a little distracted by the fun… 　　but that wasn't the most intense stimulation anymore, because I noticed… 　　although the warm water from the handheld showerhead continued to splash onto Lulu's skin, 　　some water also dripped onto the shower floor tiles… the small shower room was already full of steam and water droplets. 　　But I still heard, felt, and actually saw… a small stream of clear water dripping 　　onto Lulu's thigh, slightly different from the hot flow spraying from the showerhead… 　　it wasn't vaginal fluid. After I played with Lulu for so long, it was inevitable that her genitals would secrete some fluid. But 　　the amount of water was even clearer, more intense, fuller, and softer… 　　Lulu… actually urinated! 　　I know that stimulating a girl's vagina is like stimulating her urethra at the same time. Sometimes, during intercourse or 　　when playing with the clitoris to a certain extent, some girls with sensitive constitutions will experience a little incontinence, which 　　is called "squirting." Many men feel that making their girlfriend or wife squirt during rape 　　is the ultimate enjoyment. But I really didn't expect that, apart from 　　playing with her vulva a little earlier... I hadn't really touched her much, yet Lulu had peed while I was washing her body and 　　playing with her nipples...? 　　Was it because Lulu was sensitive? Or was this forced bathing position 　　too intense for a seventeen-year-old virgin? Or was it... the familiar, warm, 　　relaxing environment of the shower room, combined with everything else, that caused this girl... to lose control of her bladder in front of me 　　? 　　I felt a strange sense of satisfaction, and also a strange pleasure of defiling her purity and indulging her privacy 　　. I had actually seen Lulu pee in front of me, as if I had entered 　　another world of Lulu's, giving me a feeling of conquering an unprecedented peak. My penis, after 　　this period of rest, had regained its vigor and was now incredibly hard. I couldn't wait to immediately thrust into 　　Lulu's soft, smooth, mysterious, tight, small, and symbolically significant vulva.

Go, pound, thrust, penetrate, rape—release all the desires that have been stirred within me! Break Lulu's
hymen, completely change her life, destroy her chastity, and leave behind all my lust.
But then I saw Lulu's expression…
This girl is like that, sometimes confused, but actually very clever at heart. She seemed to
have discovered from my stunned expression that "I've discovered" the reality of her incontinence. Imagine her. She's a pure
seventeen-year-old high school girl. Before today, let alone her private parts, she probably hadn't even let a man
see her thighs. Now… not only was she being held hostage by a man, violated, and forced to do many shameful
things, but she was even seen by a man in her most indecent, most lewd, most shameful, and most "dirty"
state. That utter despair, breaking through the limits of shame, was completely reflected in her eyes…
I could even read in her crescent-shaped pupils the
despair of "I've been seen like this, I might as well die," and even "I have nothing left!"
I felt both pity, excitement, and satisfaction…
I felt as if I had obtained another kind of virginity from Lulu.
And the girl in front of me, swaying and almost collapsing after her orgasm… made
me even more unable to resist. I stuck the handheld showerhead into the shower rack… letting the warm water continue to spray onto
Lulu's clitoris. Then, I hugged Lulu tightly.
Tightly…really tightly…
I felt like I wanted to crush Lulu's soft body into my chest.
My hands, nowhere to go, caressed Lulu's back, her waist, and
pinched her buttocks. My mouth, too, had nowhere to go, frantically licking and kissing Lulu's hair.
I admit, I had never hugged a naked girl like this before, especially since I was naked myself, and
the warm bathwater was washing over us, like a warm current enveloping us.
There was a little bit of tenderness in it. Seeing Lulu almost lose her mind and soul when I played with her until she peed
, I actually…felt a little guilty, a little wanting to comfort her
.
But on the other hand, I had never “played” with a girl like this before, and I was afraid I would never have the chance to “play” with a girl like this in my future life
. This was no longer just a matter of sex; it was a complete
desecration of a girl, using violence, coercion, and perverse acts to force her to reveal her most private, shameful, and utterly
humiliated side.
This drove me to a near-hysterical frenzy, as if I wanted to preserve this moment of pleasure forever. I
desperately embraced Lulu's body, desperately… My penis stood erect beneath the smooth skin of her lower abdomen,
her breasts pressed completely against my chest, her nipples like two massage beads gently rubbing
my ribs. I was squeezing her buttocks, caressing her back… continuing to knead her body, continuing to explore
every line and texture of her skin. Our bodies mingled together, making a soft,
squelching sound as our skin collided and twisted; all my roughness and all her delicacy were intertwined. My hands dug and kneaded into
the curves of her skin, slapping against its elasticity. My penis
pressed, rubbed, and pried against her lower abdomen, every sensitive nerve ending on my glans, foreskin, and shaft
thrusting deep into that delicate skin, until Lulu's lower abdomen formed a concave elasticity,
surrounding my shaft from three angles. Lulu's breasts, flesh, areolas, and nipples, with their complex textures—
soft, hard, full, delicate, juicy, and perky—pouring
a youthful allure deep into my muscles. And Lulu's buttocks, the tips of her buttocks, her thighs, her back, the dimples of her waist, her shoulder blades
, her ribs, her hair…
Ah, the private parts of a beautiful girl, the body of a pure virgin, every place, every detail, was so
intoxicating to a man. Sometimes, a man can gain
unparalleled pleasure from just a glimpse, a kiss, or a touch, while a girl might fall into
an abyss of despair, being played with, raped, abused, and defiled. But tonight… I didn't just play with a little, I played with everything, raped everything. I even
saw this girl lose control of her bladder in front of me, though… only tonight. I can't take her away, yet I desperately want to
… I feel like I want to stop time, to meld Lulu into my body and take her to hell with me.
It's as if, in that moment, I've completely merged with this girl.
"
...Waaah..." Slowly, Lulu's sobs were tinged with a slight struggle... I knew it wasn't
about humiliation anymore, but pain; I had been rubbing too tightly...
I loosened my grip slightly... Then I felt Lulu's thighs shifting, those smooth, adorable,
slender fleshy legs trying to avoid my thighs... I also knew it wasn't about shame anymore, but
... she felt a little embarrassed; there were probably still traces of her urine on her thighs... touching my thighs.
"I'm so dirty..." Lulu still didn't dare to anger me, but she felt too ashamed of urinating, a
little desperate, a little lost, a little heartbroken, actually murmuring "I'm so dirty."
I really wanted to comfort her, but I also knew that this extremely alluring Lulu, who had given me such a heavenly experience today
, was forced into this state by my violence and confinement. If I don't find the right balance,
all my efforts might be in vain… She might even end up killing herself in the shower… So, I
tried my best to find a balance between indifference and comfort.
"Don't move! Okay, okay… It's not dirty… Your brother Stone likes to play with dirty Lulu. It's dirty
, but after a wash, it'll be clean…" I originally wanted to be even colder, but I couldn't help adding
a touch of gentleness and teasing: "Actually, it's your brother Stone who made you dirty… Men
… they like to make clean girls like you dirty… that makes them happy
, men are just so unreasonable… Sigh…"
As I finished speaking, I couldn't help but sigh... I truly felt that men were such
scoundrels.
Perhaps Lulu sensed my momentary tenderness and guilt; she miraculously snapped out of her daze
. She looked up abruptly, her large, watery crescent-shaped eyes widening as she gazed at me, seemingly pondering
and suppressing her feelings. She gritted her teeth, unable to contain her hatred for me, and finally spoke, her words tinged with resentment
and a hint of probing:
"...Stone...Stone Brother...if you like...tonight, Lulu will let you
play with me until I'm all dirty, all of you, as dirty as you want...anyway...Lulu has already done
...those...things with you. It's not clean anymore...Lulu will kiss and hug you, touch and play with you,
wherever you want to play, Lulu will wash herself clean and fragrant before letting you play with her until she's dirty...Lulu will be very obedient, Lulu will be very good,
Lulu will say...dirty things...to make Stone Brother happy. Lulu swears...she will absolutely not call the police! Absolutely not
! I will absolutely not tell anyone! I...I can't bring myself to say it..." "
..."
She saw my hesitation, and seemed to have made up her mind. She gritted her teeth, her pupils bloodshot, and tried to
push me further: "Can you promise Lulu, really promise Lulu...don't...don't hurt Xiao Ai...
don't...don't hurt me...don't...don't...really rape me inside..."
"..."
"As long as you promise Lulu, Brother Stone, Lulu will believe you. Lulu will absolutely not resist or run away, and let
Brother Stone play with her all night long... okay?"
I looked at Lulu thoughtfully... To be honest, she is indeed a smart girl. She
had already seen through my so-called "promise" as nothing but empty words, but now she
was actually testing me, hoping that I would really agree to her? If I had to admit that I admired Lulu a little
... a girl who had been played to this extent still had such rationality... On the other hand, there was something that
I found really interesting.
You see... the conditions she offered me were progressive. First, "Don't hurt Xiao Ai," then
"Don't hurt her," and finally "Don't actually rape her inside"... If this was really some kind of bargaining
, then this progressive approach meant that her virginity seemed to be a bargaining chip, something she could
use to tempt me to back down. What she wanted was a definite guarantee of her and Xiao Ai's safety.
Life versus chastity, putting life first—I can understand that… but to think…
she values Xiao Ai's safety so much. It's hard on her, as her aunt, to care for Xiao Ai so much.
For a moment, I even wanted to deliberately torment her, to ask her: "If you
could only choose one, Xiao Ai's life or your life, what would you choose?" Or perhaps an even more agonizing option: "If
you could only choose one, Xiao Ai's virginity or your virginity, what would you choose?" Even… something even more terrifying: "If you could only choose
one, Xiao Ai's life or your virginity, what would you choose?"
I slightly loosened my grip on Lulu, keeping an inch or two away from her. Her nipples were still lightly pressed against my
chest, but my penis was already erect, the glans and urethral opening touching her stomach… Looking at her expectant
eyes, I felt a mix of emotions, and I didn't want to deceive her with pointless word games.
"To tell you the truth, your brother Stone came to your house today... with a death wish. He originally planned to
... rape and then kill you. As for your family... of course, he'd kill them one by one; killing me in return wouldn't be a loss."
Actually, I told a little lie here. Before I came, my mind was a bit muddled. Although I thought about "raping and then killing"
Lulu, it was just a fleeting thought. I was more focused on raping Lulu and then committing suicide...
As for Lulu's family, my mind was too muddled at the time to consider that.
"But now... I can promise you. No matter what, I won't... hurt you or Xiao Ai
... unless... you try to play tricks on me and run away or call the police..."
"No, no..." Lulu quickly reassured her.
I raised my hand, cradling Lulu's chin, lifting her little head up like that, looking at the water
flowing around her, and continued, "As for...your lower body...whether or not to have it penetrated...think about it yourself...
how beautiful you are, a man...playing with you to this extent, would he not want to penetrate you?"
"Brother Stone...please...Lulu is still young...let Lulu go, just play with her tonight...in
two years, wait two years, even...even if...even if we're not together, Lulu will date someone, Lulu
will definitely come to Brother Stone before...you know...let Brother Stone penetrate her, leaving her hymen for
Brother Stone to play with...okay?"
My face turned cold again, and I gave a cold laugh: "You're just telling me this...you're just treating me like a sucker. In two years...
don't even mention two years, as soon as you're out of my grasp tomorrow morning, you'll call the police...shh...don't deny it, you
'll definitely call the police. I...will definitely go to jail too. As for whether to commit suicide to avoid jail...to tell
you the truth, I haven't decided yet..."
"..." Lulu really didn't know how to answer me, and fell into anxiety and silence again.
"Well... I can only give you... something like an explanation. I'm not some super stud, tonight
... I've already... ah... you know... come twice... Let's do it your way, play around for now
, I'm not in a hurry to fuck you down there... You... be good, act like a girl serving a man
, let me come... a few more times... if you really feel good... then... I might consider letting you go...
This is my final condition, understand?"
"Mmm..."
"Be lewd... understand?"
"Mmm..."
"Do you understand?"
"Yes..."
I chuckled, shifting the somewhat serious topic back to bathing.
"Alright... just now... hehe... it was dirty down there... spread your legs a little... let Brother Stone
... wash it for you..."
Lulu turned her head slightly, seemingly resigned, and pursed her eyes, trying to suppress the despair and humiliation in her eyes,
as well as the resentment and hatred she felt towards me. Tears streamed down her face again, but her two jade-like legs obediently parted a little
...
That beautiful little hole, those two white and plump labia majora, this time, were truly
offered up like a tribute, blooming like a beautiful little flower...
I picked up the handheld showerhead again, grinning lewdly, and sprayed three jets of swirling water towards the girl's last
forbidden zone.

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