Chapter 096 | 0096 Forced to be spanked by the intruder, causing him to fuss

At night, Wu Qian brushed her teeth while reminiscing about the model's taste.

It's a pity she can't touch the delicious Harold puppy. She still remembers that her owner is far away in Rome. Although Hobart didn't ask her to remain chaste, Wu Qian decided to put on a show.

She sighed inwardly, recalling Harold's sour face when he left. He didn't seem like the kind of man who would repeatedly abandon his pride; she guessed he wouldn't come back.

Wu Xian couldn't sleep; she often suffered from insomnia. When Hobert was around, he would play with her and coax her to sleep. Although she had drunk vampire blood and sleep had become irrelevant, she still missed her master.

If the puppy is unhappy, no one else can be happy either.

Wu Xian messaged Ivan, "Looking for a decent model."

After sending the message, she tossed her phone aside and continued playing with a new puzzle, unaware that the person checking the message on the other end wasn't the garrulous vampire the puppy had mentioned, but the man who had stormed off earlier that day.

Harold toyed with his phone screen with a half-smile, while Ivan lay sprawled on the ground, trying to reason with him, "Harold, don't do this. You don't want to put her in a difficult position." "It's mine anyway, what's there to be difficult about?"

"On the contrary, why did she send you so many things?"

"If you're exploiting people and working as a male nanny and that's how much stuff you get, Harold, do you really like it?"

"You don't like it?" Harold sneered, his little dog having become an attraction for vampires.

...

It was late at night, but Wu Xian was not sleepy at all. He was focused on flipping through the books that his master had brought out of his study and stroking the notes he could not understand. The traces of history were fascinating to him, so he did not notice the black mist that was pouring into the room.

It was too late when she realized there was an intruder; darkness robbed her of her sight, and mist bound her hands.

The icy breath bit into Wu Xian's slender neck, its sharp teeth embedding into the first vertebra, sending pain and trembling through her entire body.

"Gotcha." A hoarse male voice sounded from behind her. Wu Qian wanted to speak but could only sob.

Her hands were pulled up, and black mist coiled around her like snakes, as if afraid she would struggle and binding her tightly. But the black mist was smooth and would not leave any marks on the puppy's delicate wrists.

The man rubbed and nibbled at the soft flesh of Wu Xian's nape, saying, "That's all."

Nothing. What? Subconsciously, Wu Qian felt that there should be something at the protruding point of the Dazhui point, but she couldn't remember what it was.

He didn't need Wu Xian's response. She was lifted up and placed on his lap, her legs spread apart like a child's, gripping the man's waist. In her bewilderment, she received her first slap.

Seemingly in retaliation for the quick and heavy blows he received, he counted "one".

The puppy drools when it hears the bell, and Wuxian drools when he hears the numbers he calls out.

Her bare vulva, without any underwear, was in direct contact with the man's genitals. She could hear the squelching sounds from the friction caused by her arching her back; in the mist, all the lewd sounds seemed amplified.

"Ha." The man sneered at Wu Qian's reaction. The force of the slap reminded the little dog of it, but thanks to Hobert, her two tender snow buttocks no longer hurt from the force of the slap. She didn't even cry, she just swayed her waist seductively.

Wu Xian discovered it, and so did he.

"She's been raised very well," he uttered a sarcastic remark, before delivering a second slap.

"two."

...

The slaps grew heavier and heavier. Wu Qian could feel her little bottom swollen and painful without even looking. The flesh that originally belonged to her swelled up uncontrollably, burning and itching. Finally, at the fifth minute, she sobbed and tears fell.

The man who broke into Wu Qian's home was no different from a wild beast. He used his rough and powerful tongue to lick away the water dripping from her cheeks, and then forced her to open her mouth to violate her lips and tongue.

Saliva was stolen, and Wu Xian heard him let out a deep, drawn-out groan.

Kissing her is a satisfying act for an intruder.

Wu Xian didn't have time to think further; the next slap was already coming, "Six."

"Mmm!" Finally, she let out a groan that sounded like a sob. The man regained the strength he had at the beginning. His seemingly casual slap was actually to lower Wu Xian's pain threshold so that the puppy would react correctly to his slap, rather than anyone else's.

"You like it, don't you?"

He rubbed her dark lips, caressing and kneading her aching buttocks. The question no longer needed an answer, as her vaginal fluids were flowing down the shaft of his penis, but he still kissed her, wanting an answer.

Wu Xian opened her mouth; she could speak now. Faced with a man who understood her so well and knew her pleasure, all she could say was that she liked him.

"Look at this poor little dog. I'm sorry I'm going to fuck you until you're ruined and turn you into a crying, fleshy husk."

"What vulgar words!" Wu Xian couldn't bear to shake her head and refuse, and her silence made the man laugh.

She should really show her new owner how easily the puppy can resist temptation.