Boss Zhang chuckled at her words, and actually pushed her onto the sofa. She resisted, but secretly reached into her bag. As soon as her hand slipped in, her wrist was grabbed.
Ah Jiang had silently come up behind the sofa at some point, firmly gripping her delicate wrist. With an expressionless face, he asked her, "What is Teacher He trying to touch?"
The noisy room suddenly fell silent, and Boss Zhang was also stunned, looking strangely at He Yan as she lay half-reclined on the sofa, calmly looking at Ah Jiang, and replied, "Nothing."
But Ah Jiang didn't believe her. He exerted a little force, pulling her hand out of the bag. Seeing her tightly holding something in her hand, he coldly demanded, "What's in your hand?"
She didn't answer, but turned to look at Fu Shenxing, who was still leaning against the window, also looking at her. He had a slight mocking smile, as if waiting for this performance for a long time. So she slowly raised the corners of her mouth and slowly opened her palm, revealing a small square aluminum foil package, asking him, "Mr. Fu, are you saying I can't even use this?"
Fu Shenxing's smile froze on his lips. He looked at her silently for a moment before smiling again gently. "Of course, you can use it." As he spoke, he looked at Boss Zhang and reminded with a light laugh, "Teacher He's husband will be back tomorrow. Boss Zhang, be gentle, don't cause a rift between the husband and wife."
He indeed knew everything, knew that Liang Yuanze was coming back tomorrow, so he deliberately came today to humiliate her. He intentionally left a loophole, trying to tempt her to make a desperate move, and then watch her struggle helplessly, like a cat toying with a mouse before killing it!
She wouldn't let him have his way, never!
People often only erupt with extraordinary courage when pushed to the brink, suppressing all the fear and cowardice in their hearts to face all the pain and torment.
She looked away, gazing at the obese man in front of her, with a faint blush on her face, seemingly restraining her shyness as she softly requested, "Boss Zhang, can we go somewhere else? I don't want them to see me." She bit her lower lip lightly, leaning in close to the man's ear and said, "They won't pay if they see."
The man laughed heartily and lifted her off the sofa, carrying her upstairs. She obediently nestled in his arms, looking over his shoulder at Fu Shenxing by the window, and he was looking at her, smiling slightly as he raised his glass in a slow salute to her. She responded with a disdainful smile, telling herself that as long as she endured, all the suffering would eventually pass.
Endure, no matter what she faced, she had to persist, waiting for the moment when he let his guard down and then defeat him, sending him back to hell.
As the night deepened, darkness enveloped all the filth and disgrace, indifferently watching the contorted faces and entwined bodies continuing their revelry.
He Yan rushed out of the room, leaning on the sink, rinsing and scrubbing her lips, unable to control the retching. However, due to not having eaten anything all night, she could not even bring herself to vomit, aside from the tears streaming down her face.
When she looked up, she saw Fu Shenxing in the mirror.
He was leaning against the wall, looking at her with an indifferent gaze and a faint smile, mockingly asking her, "Oh? It's so unexpected, Teacher He is quite talented." He slowly glanced up and down at her relatively undamaged clothing and sighed, "You were able to escape unscathed from a sadist’s hands, Teacher He, quite remarkable."
She slowly straightened up as she looked at him in the mirror, wiping the tears and water stains from her face with the back of her hand, adopting a similarly indifferent demeanor as him. "Fu Shenxing, don't overstep your bounds."
He nodded slowly. "Yes, that's why I won't kill you, that would be too simple."
She stared at him, her eyes gleaming with a fierce light akin to that of a wolf. It was a long time before she turned away, took a step towards him, and as he furrowed his brows, she suddenly covered his mouth.
This sudden change came without warning, and he had never even considered that she would make such a move. He was momentarily stunned, and only after a few seconds did he remember to pull her away. But she firmly grasped his tie, the other hand tightly gripping the back of his neck, her body clinging to him, making it nearly impossible to push her away.
For a while, he felt somewhat disoriented by her actions, and he held her slender shoulders with both hands until he was able to shove her back and, annoyed, asked her, "Are you out of your mind?"
"Mad? Me mad?," she squinted her cat-like eyes, her fragrant, enticing body weakly leaned against the sink, sticking out her tongue to lick her lips, savoring the exquisite taste bit by bit.
Her charming appearance was too alluring, even making him, who was usually calm and composed, feel a bit agitated. His rare sense of irritability made him coldly ask, "What? Trying to seduce me?"
"Seduce you? Oh no, seducing you would be worse than seducing a dog." She curved her lips, mockingly looking at him, and said word by word, “I just want you to taste that flavor. How is it?”
Fu Shenxing was stunned for a moment, then understood her meaning. His eyes instantly filled with killing intent, she couldn't even see his movement clearly before a gun was pointed at her forehead.
"Want to die, huh?" he asked in a cold voice.
With the gun at her head, she raised her chin slightly, showing no fear in her expression. "Go ahead, Fu Shenxing, if you have any courage left, just shoot me dead."
Rage brewed like a storm in his eyes as he glared at her, slowly disengaging the safety catch. Just when she thought he would shoot her, his emotions unexpectedly calmed down, the anger dissipated from his eyes, replaced by indifference. He suddenly smiled and asked her, "You want to provoke me into killing you, and then end it all, don't you?"
The disappointment that flashed in her eyes revealed her thoughts, but she stubbornly refused to show weakness. Gritting her teeth, she coldly asked him in return, "You still haven't told me how it tastes?"
He wasn't provoked by her, a dangerous smirk appeared on his lips. He looked at her in silence for a moment, then suddenly grabbed her by the hair, dragging her into the corridor, kicked a room door open, and threw her inside. In the room, a half-dressed couple was entwined, the man, overwhelmed by lust, was about to erupt in anger, but upon seeing Fu Shenxing at the door, he froze, "Mr. Fu?"
"Get out! Get out!" Fu Shenxing pointed his gun outside with his free hand.
The couple was scared by the gun in his hand and ran away in a panic. Fu Shenxing kicked the door shut, then dragged He Yan to the edge of the bed, lightly tapping her forehead with the gun, "Not afraid of death, huh? I want to see how unafraid you truly are!" He released the safety catch and commanded in a cold tone, "Kneel!"
She didn't move, tensing her neck to glare at him.
He laughed in anger, and with a sneer, asked her, "What? Do I have to send someone to bring your parents here, is that it?"
Her body suddenly stiffened, eyes locked onto him, she bit her lip tightly, after a while, she slowly bent her knees, until she knelt at his feet.
He smiled faintly, but his tone was ruthless, as if it came from a frigid hell, without a hint of warmth, "Since you have the guts to provoke me, you should be able to bear the consequences. Come, I want to personally see 'Teacher He's' abilities."
Her appearance, enduring humiliation, satisfied him, and inexplicably excited him. He stood there, lowered his head, squinted at her, his palm stroking her smooth and moist cheeks, finally stopping at her chin, forcing her to reveal her pearly white teeth, threatening in a soft voice, "Make sure you control your fangs, don't let them get you into trouble."
Her whole body trembled, tears spinning in her eyes, her lips uncontrollably shivered. He almost thought she was about to break down and cry, but she stubbornly bit her lip and forcefully held back the tears.
He couldn't help but smile, and asked her, "You hate me a lot, don't you? He Yan, remember, this is just a small lesson, don't try to provoke me again in the future."
She didn't speak, slowly closed her eyes.
This feeling was strange. The woman who once despised him, strong and fierce, who used to be high and mighty, now humiliated, knelt at his feet with resentment and anger, doing the most private things for him... This woman could bring him more excitement and stimulation than any other.
"Remember, this is my taste," he said again.
She struggled, staring at him with hatred. If looks could materialize, he felt like his body would have been pierced all over. But this look made him feel excited, as if all the blood in his body was about to ignite, and the thought of taming her became even stronger.
The hatred in her eyes was burning, forced to lean closer to him, her warm, moist lips touching him. Almost in the blink of an eye, the desire that had just receded surged back, he seemed to lose his senses, threw away the gun and pushed her.
He Yan desperately struggled, "Don't touch me!"
He suppressed her, pinning her wrists above her head, raised his body to look at her, and asked, "Why? Because your husband is coming back? Afraid of leaving marks on your body?"
She refused to answer, turned away from him without looking, unable to hold back the tears any longer.
Seeing her in this state made him sneer even more. Deliberately increasing the force, he ravaged her, leaving numerous bruises all over her body. The chest, waist, thighs, even her back... She had been struggling the whole time, even as he took her from behind. But her resistance only seemed to excite him more.
At this moment, Fu Shenxing couldn't explain his own behavior. Perhaps alcohol had numbed his brain, or perhaps the scent of the men and women downstairs had sparked his male hormones, or it could have been her earlier wild kiss that had tempted him. He lost control for a moment, not only touching this woman but also experiencing a pleasure he had never felt before.
Exhilarating and thrilling, yet also dangerous.
He had intended to humiliate her soul, but now he was fixated on conquering her body. Somehow she found a handgun and held it against his chest before he could react, gritting her teeth and pulling the trigger without hesitation.
At the same moment, the threat of death gave him an unprecedented shock, uncontrollably tensing his body as his soul traversed between hell and heaven.
A thought even crossed his mind; what he was feeling now was similar to the experience of the skinny monkey at that time. Death not only took away his life but also brought him joy.
The expected gunshot, however, did not ring out. The safety-locked handgun only made a soft 'click' as she appeared startled. He quickly grabbed the gun, swiftly removed the magazine with one hand.
As the satisfaction washed over him like a tide, in the endless euphoria, he lowered his head to look at her. It seemed like she hadn't fully processed the recent turn of events; she stared at him in astonishment, her face devoid of its previous resilience and indifference, instead seeming bewildered.
Almost as if by some outside force, he suddenly lowered his head and forcefully covered her lips. Her lips were soft and tender, slightly warm, perhaps from the swelling, with a remarkable elasticity as he sucked on them. Going deeper, between her lips and teeth, inside her mouth, on his tongue, his taste was everywhere.