CHAPTER 570: 388

The spacious living room, amidst the noise, carries a silence.

On the TV screen, "Goddess 101" is still playing, the truth segment continues.

However, the two girls on the sofa, their eyes long since lost focus, their thoughts no longer on the variety show.

Zhou Sinin and Guan Yongyi exchanged a glance, their emotions at this moment indescribably complex.

It had been almost two months since their last eye contact in the hotel lobby.

Back then, they scrutinized each other, one considering herself the legitimate girlfriend, the other the soulmate, both bearing contempt and hostility.

But at this moment, their gaze longed to delve straight into each other’s hearts.

Stripping away personality, interests, body shape, hairstyle, appearance...

Facing each other, were two hearts endlessly twisted and lightly pierced by the same knife.

Their gazes hid a tacit understanding of shared woes.

"This... what Mou Keyan just said, she must be referring to him, right?"

"Are you stupid? Who else could it be?"

Guan Yongyi suddenly found it amusing, seeing Zhou Sinin’s expression like raindrops on banana leaves, she couldn’t help but sit up, extending an arm, pulling the brown-haired girl into her embrace.

Touching her friend’s hand, it was unexpectedly cold.

"My mind is a bit muddled... What does she mean by this?"

""If she behaves a bit more obediently to please this man, can she avoid getting hurt? She doesn’t really know, but she can only try. She knows her actions are obscene, disgraceful, having nothing to do with elegance, showcasing her weakness, her humiliation, being insulted and tainted. But she is helpless.

She laboriously retracts her only functioning arm, drawing it into her shoulder sleeve, slipping it into her already damp sports top collar, using that hand forcefully to lift the hem of her sports shirt. Just as she’s about to lift it, she suddenly remembers, oh God, the underwear she has on, it’s the sexy lace lingerie she specially picked.

Originally, she wore it out of curiosity and to accentuate her figure, but at this moment, she unexpectedly finds herself helplessly, voluntarily showing this lingerie to this perverted man... he will surely mock and insult her. Why did she come to this meeting, and even wear such lingerie for such a perverted encounter, it makes her seem so wanton and willing.

She hesitated, struggled, but she realized the man in front of her was indeed relishing her hesitations and struggles, her humiliation and sorrow. She had no choice, so, gritting her teeth, she lifts the hem of the sports shirt, pulling it off over her head, stripping the entire shirt off her body, though one arm remains bound, leaving it hanging there.

Zhou Jin knew she must look utterly miserable now, but from another angle, she was certain her appearance at this moment was extremely seductive. Her upper body was already bare, her shoulders, neckline, arms, collarbones, they still held the confidence and pride of their curves. Yet, they were now stained with patches of wine red. Her abdomen was also exposed, how long had it been since she last showed it to a man, the cute navel of hers, amidst it all, were her most proud, full breasts, their waves, their roundness, the elasticity, all men wanted to touch, kiss, love, suckle, twist, violate, ravage breasts, gathered in the bra cups, supporting them, raising them with the finest lace material, matching with the softest woman’s flesh to compose the most dazzling and also the most tempting criminal beauty.

Meanwhile, from the navel downward, her buttocks and long legs still wrapped in cropped jeans, waiting for the command of the man in front of her. Would he eventually be unable to resist her body’s temptation, pounce on her, rape her, insult her, toy with her, or would he command her to continue removing her bra, unveiling her breasts and the peaks of those breasts, symbolizing life, yet symbolizing lust, symbolizing purity, yet symbolizing disgraceful nipples? Or, would he prefer her appearance in her three-point underwear, forcing her to strip off her jeans first? But taking off jeans with a single hand was already difficult enough, how on earth should she start removing them... heaven, she found herself contemplating how to remove her own pants to let a man appreciate her body, surely she was driven mad by this man, driven senseless.

The man approached, breathless, indeed attracted by her lascivious allure, unable to resist doing something to her body. But instead, the man bent down, shockingly beginning to suck the wine from her shoulder and collarbone.

"Ah..." Zhou Jin hadn’t expected that just such a suck, a kiss, would make her unable to suppress a moan, but the kisses on her shoulder indeed made her abdomen tingle, it felt like her soul was being sucked from her shoulder. The man’s tongue roamed over her shoulders, Zhou Jin almost lost her true self to the sucking, still, for dignity’s sake, she couldn’t hold back the muffled groan: "Don’t..."

Heaven, how did her "don’t" sound like an invitation, like coy flirting in a lover’s intimacies, instead of a woman’s plea about to be raped? Why? Was it because the wine aroma from her body and her breasts was intoxicating her? Or was this man’s truly unique "play" intriguing her so intensely?

The man shifted from sucking to slightly adding some teeth, actually starting to bite her shoulder, that slight pain made Zhou Jin feel like she was one moment tormented in hell and another moment wandering in heaven, the man started tugging at the strap on her right shoulder, ripping it slightly, nudging the bra’s cup, the padding inside, to brush and tease over her breasts and nipples.

The bra was already completely soaked by the wine, that friction almost merging the wine and the nipple together. Then emitting an aroma, mingling with the body fragrance, laced with the scent of the wine...

"Ah..." Zhou Jin cried, cried helplessly, sorrowfully, lonely, weakly... she didn’t know what exactly was going on, although she was coerced by the man in front of her, under threat of violence, forced to do something with him, she definitely would have defined everything happening tonight as absolute rape, as assault, as defilement, being coerced. But right at this moment, she was half-naked, being played with, her bra pulled, her body toyed with, she had her right hand free all along but had no strength at all, not even to make any symbolic push.

She could deceive herself that it was all due to her fear, and her instinct not to anger the man to keep herself safe. But deep down she knew, beyond those factors, she couldn’t help but also admit, she was captivated by the kind of taboo, and erotic violation that brought her to feel like she was in a heavenly paradise.

Until the man seemed done with her bare shoulder, having already tugged her bra strap down to her arm, lifted his head, she almost felt unwilling for the man to leave. The man only paused for a moment, admiring, "Your figure is really good, even with one strap removed, the bra remains stable, your breasts... they’re quite remarkable..."

She abruptly felt anger, resentful of her lack of will, her failure of being toyed with like this by him, she recalled the unrestrained emotions she had while wearing this set of lingerie today, even if for a moment she hated her appearance and figure, because all of this was about to be tainted and toyed with by this man...

She spat out, swallowed hard her saliva, barely holding back tears, desperately trying to show she could suppress that fear and yearning, fiercely sobbing and cursing, "If you’re going to rape, just do it, stop with the damn nonsense."

At this moment, another droplet of translucent red wine fell off her nose wing, sparkling like a ruby in the play of light and shadow in the room. Perhaps she shouted and cried for too long, feeling extraordinarily thirsty, giving in to some temptation, sneakily used her breath to let that droplet slide to her lips, she took a lick.

Very rich, hence, a bit bitter.