0024 Rift of Silk (5)
On the dark, spacious bed, He Lingling looked like a small fish that had been stripped clean.
A brazen hand, its veins bulging, roamed freely over the fair, delicate, and silky-smooth skin of the young girl.
Because it was his first time, he didn't hold back and left one palm print after another on her smooth skin.
Both he and she were intimately familiar with each other. Yet, this complete openness was a first for them.
They were two vibrant, burning bodies, one as delicate as precious silk, the other as hard as a sharp blade. The moment their skin touched, both of them trembled.
Lingling's eyes reddened, filled with fear. Her voice trembled with tears as she pleaded, "Chen Yixu, please, please let me go..."
His eyes were red, but they were filled with an unquenchable lust.
The man before her was like a wolf in sheep's clothing; his prominent Adam's apple bobbed, his firm yet not bulky abs, and the undeniable hardness and heat of his lower body filled her with fear and made her tremble.
They knew nothing of foreplay or tenderness; the moment penetration felt like a soul-crushing agony.
Her tears almost flew out, "It hurts..."
The blade sliced through the precious brocade.
But she was so tight down there that he could only get the head in.
His sweat dripped onto her breasts, and his face flushed red.
What he was unwilling to admit, but had to admit, was that he wouldn't.
I don't know how to comfort her at this time, how to alleviate her pain, or how to proceed next.
He was caught between desire, pain, and anxiety, unable to go in or out, yet unwilling to leave.
With a heavy heart, he supported her weak body and, with a forceful push, thrust himself all the way in.
This time, she was in so much pain she couldn't make a sound, because her passage was still dry due to tension and fear. He felt an unbearable dryness there, yet her tightly wrapped scalp tingled with pain.
It was an unbearable pain, yet it also made him addicted and obsessed, like drinking poison to quench his thirst.
He held her and bounced her up and down until sweet nectar was produced there.
He finally felt more comfortable and noticed that her eyes were gradually becoming unfocused.
Suddenly, he must have touched something to her, because she was trembling violently, clinging to his strong arms and moaning.
"Ah..." She hugged him tightly, a mixture of fear and a desperate search for safety in her arms, "Chen Yixu..."
He later learned that it was her climax. At that moment, all he knew was that the instant she called out his name so wantonly, he couldn't help but ejaculate and reached the peak with her.
It wasn't just that he had been accumulating desire for so long; he ejaculated for a long time before stopping, the semen landing entirely on her smooth, beautiful body, making her even more dazzling on the dark bed. She had already fainted, her eyes rolled back, but his penis remained erect and hard, showing no sign of softening.
The wispy strands hanging from it came from her body.
Thinking this, it got even thicker. He forced himself to clean the sticky fluid off her and his own body, and he saw the deep stains on the black sheets.
He hurt her by accident.
He didn't wake her up again until late at night.
Once the pockets of desire are opened, one can no longer suppress one's dark nature.
He had already taken two cold showers, but every time he saw her, he couldn't help but feel a burning desire.
It was so hard it felt like it was about to explode. He finally drew his blade again.
This time, he seemed to have mastered it without any instruction, pinching her delicate nipples with his fingers, causing her to let out intermittent moans.
He only entered when there was enough nectar below. This time, he gently and carefully ground her, experiencing the pleasure of lovemaking and gradually drawing her into an inescapable state of desire.
A pitch-black night, pitch-black eyes.
The boy and girl faced each other.
He thrust into her forcefully, again and again, making her sway and bounce.
She cried as she asked, "Why are you doing this to me?"
He didn't say.
"...I will never love you again..."
He used force, making her shudder.
"I hate you!" She started pushing him, the disgust in her eyes driving him mad.
"Did you hurt Brother Shenyan?"
Ha! He sneered inwardly. Her heart still belonged only to Shen Yan! Even here, in physical intimacy and sharing the same room, she was still thinking of him!
Silent words, silent words.
The demon within him could no longer be suppressed and broke free from his perfect exterior.
He grabbed her neck tightly, shouting almost in a rage, "Yes! I'm the one who had someone hit him! I can't stand seeing you two so close, I can't stand him touching you, He Lingling, you can only be mine!"
He pulled his penis out from under her, grabbed her long hair with his hands, pressed her down to her lower abdomen, and forced his enormous penis into her mouth.
She choked on his words, tears streaming down her face, coughing violently. Her teeth almost instantly sliced through his genitals; he felt pain, but even more so, a tingling pleasure.
There was no more tenderness or pity for women; only wild beasts, long suppressed, were being unleashed.
He pulled on her scalp, moving his penis in and out of her mouth, deep into her throat each time, without knowing the depth.
Her bouncing breasts were utterly wanton, and his eyes were filled with amusement, excitement, and lust.
He thrust in and out hundreds of times, then forcefully pressed her head down, ejaculating streams of hot, thick semen into her mouth. He released her, and she fell onto the bed, already delirious.
Her tender, blood-red lips remained open from being stretched for too long. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving, and gurgling white fluid flowed from the corners of her mouth, causing her to choke a few more times.
White liquid flowed down her lips onto her face, hair, and black sheets, mixing with clear tears and making her look like a muddy mess.
From then on, the things in his eyes would never be clear again, only endless hatred and pain.
He put on his lower garments and left the room, leaving her with only one sentence.
"You just stay here and don't expect to see him again..."
The sound of the door closing was muffled; though it wasn't loud, it made her shudder suddenly.
On the pitch-black bed, she lay naked, her body covered in red welts from their recent sexual encounter. She hugged herself tightly, curling into a ball.
Tears finally flowed out like a bursting river.
She hugged herself and trembled.
An endless, desolate chill remains, along with a sin that can never be forgiven in this life.
P.S.: I know, I know. Today is a day when everyone collectively hates their son.
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