CHAPTER 775: *HARRASMENT DISGUISED AS BATH?* (5)

Gudong~

Wang Xiao swallowed hard, throat working as his tongue dragged across her folds again.

The taste wasn’t just addictive like other women, it was fresh and addictive, like some forbidden drink that left his tongue craving more with every lick.

Wenxi was obsessive about her cleanliness, and it showed, just the faintest sweetness, delicate and addictive, something that only made him lean in deeper.

He licked once more, slower this time, savoring it. Then... gudong... he gulped down the rainwater streaming off her pussy, the contrast almost laughable. The tasteless water only highlighted the subtle flavor stuck to his lips, and he wanted that more.

Her body shuddered violently. "Mnnhhh—ahhh... d-don’t" Her voice cracked, the sound halfway between protest and surrender. Her nails clawed at the wet edge of the tub, legs quivering as if she’d collapse if he let go.

"Clean... but still so sweet," Wang Xiao muttered against her, exhaling hot air that made her tremble. "Perfect."

"D-don’t say it like that!" Wenxi squeaked in shame, she tried to close her thighs, but he pried them apart effortlessly, tongue sliding in deeper.

Her head fell back, mouth open, gasping.

He only chuckled darkly, the vibrations against her pussy making her moan louder, his hands kneading her thighs to keep her spread for him.

A couple of minutes later, when the messy moans had died into nothing but ragged breathing, Wenxi’s blurry eyes opened just enough to see him lift his head from between her thighs. His lips glistened, and he licked them slow, shameless.

Before she could even catch her breath, his hands slid under her waist, lifting her out of the tub with ease. Water streamed off her pale body, dripping down between her legs as he carried her.

She hugged to his shoulders weakly, snuggling into him without words. But her lashes trembled. She didn’t dare glance down, she could feel the heat and weight pressing against her belly when he moved. Just thinking of that monster inside her made her stomach knot. Powers or no powers, it wouldn’t matter. The only way to take him inside would be to surrender every defence she had, and with that would come pain.

Seeing her small face buried in his chest, he chuckled. "Want to know how you tasted?"

Her head shot up instantly, eyes wide and cheeks scarlet. "N-No!!" She shook her head furiously, already imagining him shoving a finger into her mouth.

Wang Xiao smirked, his eyes teasing her to death.

She squirmed in his arms, desperate. "...Dad, why don’t you bully me later, when—when Yue’s here too? If it’s both of us... at least you won’t bully me alone!"

Selling her sister out without hesitation. She was terrified, but also clever enough to lighten her own load.

"I’m a bully now, huh?" he murmured, pausing in his steps.

Her cheeks burned hotter, but she didn’t deny it. He was a bully. Her bully.

Instead of the bed, he carried her to the shower. Setting her down, he pulled the silver showerhead from its hook.

"W-Wait...?" Wenxi blinked up at him nervously, heart skipping.

"Let’s clean you first," he said simply. Then he turned the water on.

The stream hit straight between her trembling thighs.

"Ahhh—!" Wenxi’s body jolted, hands clutching his arm for support. The cold spray splashed directly against her swollen folds, and memories of past torment and teasing from a couple of years ago flooded back.

She couldn’t even run. She could only beg in a trembling voice, eyes glassy. "Dad... d-don’t... mercy, please..."

Before her words could finish, Wang Xiao crashed his mouth onto hers.

"Mmhh—!" Wenxi squealed into the kiss, muffled and helpless as his tongue pushed past her lips, hot and invasive. The moment his taste spread in her mouth, her body stiffened, she knew exactly what that little extra flavor on his tongue might be. Her eyes flew wide, panic flashing, but she couldn’t pull away. He devoured her lips, sucking the breath out of her, while in his hand the showerhead pressed mercilessly against her most sensitive spot.

Water streamed over her clit, the spray too sharp, too much. Her toes curled against the wet tile, legs trembling. By the time his lips finally left hers, Wenxi collapsed against the tub’s edge, knees giving out, a soft cry spilling from her throat.

"Y-You... meanie..." she whimpered through tears, and shaky legs. Her body betrayed her shame, a sudden spurt of liquid squirting weakly from her pussy, dripping down her thighs into the white tiles.

Wang Xiao raised a brow, then chuckled. "Who told you to piss in shower?"

Her eyes flew wide. "I-I didn’t!" she cried, cheeks burning. She knew it wasn’t piss... but she was too tired, too humiliated to explain. Her lips quivered as tears welled up again.

Wang Xiao grabbed her chin suddenly, forcing her wet face up toward his. His gaze was sharp, cruel, "I want you to cry for me today," he said.

Her heart skipped, pounding like a drum. The red flush on her cheeks deepened, but she nodded weakly. "...Okay..."

She already knew, there would be no mercy. Not from him. The more he liked something, the more he want it. That was his habit. Outsiders thought Wang Xiao treated his daughters gently, like porcelain. They had no idea that the first night was always the opposite, merciless, unforgettable, the kind of memory that left scars and addiction at the same time.

Wenxi shivered. She wanted to argue, to bargain, but the words stuck. Instead, her voice came out in a tiny whimper, "Dad... it’s too shameful... Can’t we switch to something... less embarrassing?"

Her weak protest was ignored. He didn’t even bother to carry her to bed. Her trembling legs were forced to hold her as he bent her forward, hands clutching the cold edge of the bathtub. Her own reflection stared back at her from the rippling water, wet hair plastered to her cheeks, flushed face, tearstained, lips parted in shame. And yet, seeing herself like this, she couldn’t deny... she looked more beautiful, more erotic than ever.

Her body betrayed her again, shivering as his hands spread across her ass, squeezing, parting, claiming.

"Ahhh..." she moaned faintly, knowing this position, this humiliating posture, was only the beginning.

She felt it first, thick, hot, rubbing against her buttocks. Her whole body stiffened, squeezing her ass cheeks together as if begging wordlessly: not there... not my butt, not now.

But Wang Xiao only shifted lower, dragging that heavy shaft down until it pressed against her pussy lips. The heat of it made her twitch, the size alone telling her it would split her apart. She braced, waiting for the thrust—

And then he stopped.

"...??" Wenxi blinked, confused.

Splash!

The next sound made her freeze. He had stepped forward into the tub, not behind her anymore. The shift in the water told her he was standing right in front of her.

Slowly, hesitantly, she raised her head.

And there it was.

Right in front of her face, his cock, hard, veiny, dripping heat that seemed to sear her skin just by proximity. She had seen it before, countless times, even touched it in their quiet curiosities when one pretended to be asleep. But up close like this, with no excuses, no distance, it still made her lips part in shock.

"Put some lubrication on it," Wang Xiao said casually, voice with command. "It won’t go in otherwise."

She knew it was a lie. He knew it too. But her face still burned scarlet as she parted her lips, leaning closer.