caged bird

After that, Song Zhiyuan's close contact with her became more and more intense.

It was a moonlit night. Song Zhiyuan, under the pretext of "having something for you," brought Lin Xueyin to the secluded threshing ground behind the village. The tall grass stood like silent beasts in the night, and the air was filled with the scent of hay and dust.

He handed her an oil-paper bag containing peach cakes bought from the county.

Lin Xueyin took it and whispered a thank you. Her fingertips inevitably touched his, and a familiar tingling sensation ran up her spine. She subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but he took advantage of the situation and grasped her wrist.

His palms were burning hot, and his strength was so strong that there was no room for escape.

"Xue Yin." He called her softly, his voice especially low and hoarse in the silent night.

Lin Xueyin's heart skipped a beat. She looked up and met his deep, pool-like eyes. Within them swirled an undercurrent she was both familiar with and dreading, more turbulent than ever before.

She wanted to step back, but her feet seemed to be nailed to the spot.

He slowly lowered his head and moved closer.

Their warm breaths intertwined, carrying his refreshing yet powerful aura, completely enveloping her. Lin Xueyin's mind went blank, and she could only watch his outline magnify before her eyes until she felt the soft yet burning touch on her lips.

He kissed her.

It wasn't just a superficial sip, but a long-planned, unquestionable penetration and plunder. His tongue forcefully pried open her teeth, entangled with hers, sucking and licking with an almost punitive force, mixed with indescribable greed.

Lin Xueyin's body stiffened, as if the blood rushed to her head, then quickly receded, leaving her limbs limp and sore. She had never experienced such intimate and invasive contact before. The unfamiliar and intense sensory impact caused her mind to freeze, leaving her powerless to fight back. She could only passively endure this controlling kiss.

Her awkwardness and weakness seemed to please him. His movements slowed down slightly from the initial force, becoming lingering and full of skill, as if he was guiding her, or savoring his own prey.

One hand was still tightly clasping her wrist, while the other hand slowly stroked her back, rubbing it slowly through her clothes with a burning temperature, and finally stopped at her slender waist. He applied a little force and pressed her tighter towards him.

Lin Xueyin let out a subtle, whimpering nasal sound that seemed to stimulate him. His kiss became rapid and deep again, with a fierce desire to tear her apart and devour her.

It was unknown how long it took, but just when Lin Xueyin felt she was about to suffocate, he slowly released her lips.

Their foreheads touched, their breathing blending, both of them a little rapid. Lin Xueyin's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were watery, and her lips were slightly swollen, with a plucked bright red, a charming look that had been completely plucked, which made Song Zhiyuan's eyes darker.

He stretched out his fingers and gently stroked her wet and swollen lips, his movements full of affection.

"From now on, this place is mine." He declared in a low voice, his tone calm, but with unquestionable possessiveness.

Lin Xueyin stared at him intently, her heart pounding like a drum. Her entire body felt so limp she didn't even have the strength to utter a word in rebuttal. Under his powerful attack, all her defenses were shattered.

From that night on, Song Zhiyuan's "training" of her officially began.

No longer content with controlling daily life, he began to intervene more deeply in her behavior and reactions.

He liked to see her blushing, her heart pounding, and her panicked expression at his sudden approach. Sometimes, in the fields where no one was passing by, he would suddenly pull her into his arms and kiss her deeply until she collapsed in his arms, calling it "practice."

He began to "teach" her how to respond to his kisses. At first, Lin Xueyin just passively accepted it. He would bite her lower lip lightly in dissatisfaction, and whispered in her ear with a hint of punishment: "Respond to me."

His voice was bewitching, and his palms exerted pressure on her back, forcing her to tilt her head back and endure a deeper kiss. Only when she awkwardly and timidly began to try to respond would he let out a satisfied low moan from his throat and give her a more lingering reward.

His touch on her also became bolder and more provocative. When he put his arm around her shoulders, his fingers would inadvertently slide across the sensitive side of her neck; when he adjusted her collar, his fingertips would brush against her collarbone;

Even in the dark where the moonlight could not reach, his hands would linger on her waist and back, with a burning temperature, testing her bottom line.

Lin Xueyin was like a bird that was firmly controlled in the palm of his hand, unable to fight back. Under his guidance and coercion, she gradually shed her immaturity and adapted to the intimacy he brought. Under his training, her body gradually became sensitive and docile.

She still felt shame and panic, but deep down, a strange sense of security, a sense of being completely possessed and powerfully led, was quietly growing. She began to get used to his scent, his touch, and even... began to search for her own reflection in his bottomless eyes.

He controlled everything about her, from her body to her emotions, and she, a carefully trained bird, seemed to have forgotten how to fly. She only wanted to live in the world he had created, trembling and sinking under his control.