What does a man do to a woman when he is in a state of extreme anger and desire?
No more gentle kisses, no more caring caresses, no more soft kneading.
Instead, it is like a primitive man taming a wild horse with the roughest, most primal, most reckless methods!!
First, break her will, beat her down, beat her until she has no spirit left, then comes the so-called taming!!
At this moment, the desire for conquest and the violent impulses engraved in the male genes were completely unleashed!!
“Uuuh, I was wrong, I was wrong.”
“I really won’t dare next time, I really won’t dare.”
“Uuuu Don’t, don’t“
On the double bed, the long-haired queen, tightly bound and weeping like pear blossoms in the rain, kept letting out whimpering sounds. Droplets of crystalline saliva dripped onto the bed, her body tightening and relaxing in turns, while endless waves of pleasure drowned her, consuming what little reason she still possessed.
“You know you were wrong?” The man’s eyes were bloodshot as he stood over her head, gazing down at her, his tone sinister and cold.
“No, what you know is fear.”
“Ji Yuenián, daring to drug me, you’ve really got some nerve.”
“I’m sorry… I know I was wrong… I thought you liked me… I just wanted to make it up to you…” she cried out, her words mixed with drool.
But how could Jiang Chi be so easily fooled? If she dared to give him an aphrodisiac today, she might dare to poison him tomorrow. This situation demanded a heavy hand—he had to make Ji Yuenián understand why flowers are red!
“Make it up to me? Fine.”
Jiang Chi narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint, lustful smile curling at his lips. He picked up a bottle of Ambrosial yogurt from the bedside table, twisted the cap open with ease, and without a trace of mercy, poured it all over the beauty’s lovely face.
In an instant, a rich milky fragrance spread through the air, and the scene—her face covered in liquid—looked like a breathtaking painting.
Next, his powerful three fingers pried open the beauty’s tightly shut jaw without hesitation. At the same time, he picked up a bottle of red wine, and with almost reckless indulgence, poured it all over the beauty’s cheek. The wine trickled down her exquisite features to her lips and neck, then continued its path downwards, gliding unobstructed all the way to her chest.
At this moment, the crimson wine and white yogurt blended together, her naked form sprawled, beautiful to the point of being soul-stirring, suffocating to behold.
“Ji Yuenián, now I think you’re pretty fun.” The man unabashedly surveyed the beauty’s disheveled yet still captivating appearance, a low, uncontrollable laugh rumbling from his throat.
As for what Jiang Chi felt in his heart now—intense satisfaction from taking revenge, supreme pleasure from dominance, the twisted joy of toying with another, as well as those deep, unmentionable, indescribable negative emotions buried in the depths of his heart.
These utterly different yet intertwined emotions were like tangled threads, binding and blending together, making him feel as if he’d sunk into a strange, inescapable bliss.
Just as Ji Yuenián had previously poured all her bitterness and negative emotions into him, treating him like a tree hollow, heedless of his feelings.
Now, Jiang Chi treated Ji Yuenián as a toy he could manipulate at will, venting all the negative emotions that had built up in his heart—lingering gloom, persistent dissatisfaction, long-standing depression, and deeply buried pain.
In this moment, he vented it all without restraint. Only in this way did it seem possible for his long-suppressed heart to find a brief moment of release and peace.
One word: exhilarating!
“Uuu~ I was wrong, I was wrong~”
“Please forgive me this time, forgive me this time~~”
“I’ll definitely make it up to you in the future.”
The beauty wept and pleaded endlessly.
“Make it up to me? Aren’t you the best compensation right now?” The man laughed wildly, his fingertip lightly lifting the beauty’s delicate chin, his expression a little manic: “Be good, let me play with you.”
With that, the man laughed boisterously, rummaged through the collection of small toys on the bedside table, and finally assembled a full set.
“Customer in Room 223 has complained that the noise from next door, Room 222, is too loud and hopes we can resolve it,” the reception hostess reported to the front desk clerk.
“Aren’t the rooms soundproofed?” the front desk clerk asked in confusion.
“Who knows, maybe the noise is just too much. It’s already affecting the guests in the other rooms.” The reception hostess shrugged, then recalled the phone call from that room earlier, her expression turning a little odd.
“How long has the noise been going on?”
“All night.”
“Has anyone delivered meals?”
“The guests in Room 222 have been going down to the first floor cafeteria themselves. Oh, and they’ve picked up several boxes of Ambrosial yogurt in the past few days.”
“Should we call an ambulance?”
“The medical team is already on standby, just waiting for them to hit the emergency bell.”
“……”
*****
“Mm, Mom, I’m at Qing Chan’s Home. After club activities ended yesterday, I went straight to her place.”
“It’s fine, really, I’m doing great.”
“Yeah, nothing happened, really, nothing happened.”
“I’ll take care of myself.”
“Mm, I’m not coming home tonight either. Bye.”
After hanging up the call from his mother, Jiang Chi slowly approached the double bed. The beauty still lay in that bound posture, her face so red it seemed it could bleed, and now covered with even more Ambrosial yogurt.
Jiang Chi removed the cloth strip he’d used to stop her from answering calls. A little crystal-clear drool slipped uncontrollably from her mouth; the beauty cried like a flower in the rain, looking pitifully lovely, yet her taut body betrayed that she was still immersed in pleasure.
“Ji Yuenián.”
He gently patted her cheek.
In her hazy eyes, a trace of clarity gradually returned.
But then her face twisted once more, emotions of numb pleasure, joy, and delight weaving together.
She understood.
This was a set of “gear” Jiang Chi had custom-made for her. In those two months, he’d become intimately familiar with all her sensitive zones, and with his superb craftsmanship, could even turn a few little objects into a unique handmade work of art.
“You know you were wrong?” The man gently patted her cheek, a bit of teasing and unconcealed satisfaction in his eyes.
“I really just wanted to make it up to you,” Ji Yuenián murmured.
“Alright, then.” Unexpectedly, the man nodded. He tilted the beauty’s delicate chin, his smile broad and joyful: “Let me play with you.”
“Ji Yuenián, you really are a lot of fun.”
With that, his left hand pried open her jaw and poured in more Ambrosial yogurt, while his right hand flicked a switch.
Pleasure surged like a raging tide, battering the soul. Her spirit seemed to have all its sharp edges worn smooth, plunging into an indescribable abyss, yet soaring to the heavens of ecstasy.
Already teetering at the edge of pleasure, now she was ruthlessly slammed into overdrive, her taut, shivering body pulled to the peak, her collapsed expression like that of some helpless feline creature.