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Chapter 12
No… I can't keep letting that filthy scoundrel lead me by the nose… otherwise…
After returning home, showering, and lying in bed, Lu Yao's mind was flooded with images of being violated by that red-haired scoundrel at the hospital. The thought that she had been forced into climax by that man in the hospital made her burn with shame, her fair face flushing red then paling, again and again. Worse yet, she worried that if she continued to let him run wild, one day he might really violate her.
More than her shame and anger, she was overwhelmed by guilt toward her husband. Her eyes fell on the wedding photo hanging on the wall. Thinking of all she had been forced to do that night how she had used her hands on Redhead, how he'd touched her lower body, even… even put his mouth on her breast her cheeks grew feverishly hot. She couldn't bear to face her husband's smiling face in the photo.
No. No matter what, tomorrow I can't let that scoundrel have his way again.
She knew he would definitely demand more of the same the following evening. Panic prickled beneath her skin, and she told herself no matter what, she could not let him have his way with her anymore.
But… how to make that bastard finish faster…
Thinking of Redhead's stubborn sexual stamina, Lu Yao felt a spike of desperation. She knew he was intentionally holding back to take more advantage of her. She simply couldn't out-stubborn his shamelessness. Blushing furiously, she even searched on her phone: how to make a man climax quickly.
The results only made her blush more. Many of the methods described were things she had never even imagined before. How could she possibly do such shameless things for him?
Hmph… If that bastard tries it again… I'll just tear up the agreement. Whether he pesters me in the future, we'll deal with it then. I absolutely won't let him do whatever he wants to me anymore!
After a long time she still couldn't think of a good plan. Face aflame, she muttered angrily to herself twice and forced herself to sleep.
Yo, Lu the Beauty, I thought you'd be mad and not come today!
The next afternoon after school, when Lu Yao pushed open the ward door again, Redhead lounging against the headboard, smoking and fiddling with his phone immediately teased her with a grin.
She ignored him. That was her nature: when she disliked someone or something, she would simply refuse to engage.
Most people would retreat before such coldness. Redhead, however, was not most people. Instead, he found her frostiness entertaining. He put his phone aside and called out again, "What's with the ice-cold act, Lu the Beauty? We had so much fun last night. You helped me finish, and I made you climax too. Why so indifferent today?"
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At the mention of last night, Lu Yao's heart tightened. Especially when he said she had climaxed, her face burned with humiliation. She had hoped he hadn't noticed. Hearing him say it plainly made her feel her dignity was in shreds.
"Don't bring up last night again. And if you dare touch me even once from now on, our agreement is void." After a pause, she gritted her teeth and said what she had resolved the previous night to say.
She told him now, rather than waiting to tear up the agreement after he did something, because she feared he would use that to pester her in the future. After this period of contact, she knew his shameless, rogue character. If she tore it up rashly, he would certainly hound her. Unless she had no other choice, she didn't want further conflict. She just wanted to finish this quickly at the hospital and avoid unnecessary trouble later.
"Don't be so heartless. We met by, uh… sparks flying, right?" Redhead's eyes roved brazenly over her curves, lingering on her full chest and the space between her legs. "Besides, you enjoyed it last night. And that was through your pants. If not for the fabric, I could've made you come two more times."
"Say one more word!"
Shame and anger flared in her. She wanted to hurl her bag at his head. Sensing the limits of her patience, he stopped pushing there, then kept up a stream of sleazy banter while ordering her around do this, do that offering her no rest. Only after she brought food for him from outside did he let her sit for a brief moment.
"All right, I'm full. Time to take me to the bathroom," he said after wiping his mouth carelessly.
"Go yourself. You're not incapable," she snapped, eyes flashing.
"You came to serve me, didn't you? If you don't serve me well now, you might never have the chance again," he said, standing up and sauntering toward the bathroom. As he passed her, he whistled, motioning for her to follow.
"Lunatic."
She cursed him under her breath and followed. This wasn't the first time. Compared to stroking him with her hand, helping him to the bathroom felt relatively easy.
As usual, she pulled his pants down in the bathroom, then turned to leave, knowing he'd call her to pull them back up afterward. She stood at the door scrolling her phone, waiting.
The tension and shame that had wracked her the first time had faded somewhat. "Done, Lu the Beauty. Come pull my pants up," he called after the strong hiss of urine against the bowl subsided.
Tap-tap.
Hearing his voice always made irritation flare in her chest. She stomped twice, then took a deep breath, pushed open the bathroom door, and stepped inside.
The stench of urine made her wrinkle her nose. Pinching it, she reached an arm out from behind him to pull his pants up.
"Oh, right, let me run something by you," he said suddenly, turning around sharply. With one hand, he pinched his limp organ and gave it a shake. A few droplets of urine splashed onto Lu Yao's pale hand.
"Ah !" She gasped, startled and disgusted. She forgot all about the pants and ran to the sink, turning on the tap and scrubbing frantically.
"What's the big deal? Just a few drops of piss." He laughed at her expression, then eyed the way her bent posture made her hips look even more pert. Excitement flashed in his eyes. He sidled up behind her and rubbed himself against her backside with a filthy grin. "Lu the Beauty, I got a few drops on my hand too. Help me wash up?"
"Get lost."
Catching his leering grin in the mirror, she felt a wave of revulsion. The sensation against her backside told her exactly what he was doing. She stepped aside sharply. "Don't do disgusting things to me."
"What did I do? Just wanted you to wash my hand." He chuckled, letting the water run over his fingers, then lifted his hand and said, "Come on, Lu the Beauty help pull my pants up. Otherwise, I'll look ridiculous."
"Do it yourself," she snapped, her anger rising again. He was facing her, his thick organ swaying with his lewd grin. She pushed the bathroom door open and walked out, leaving him to scratch his head and mutter with a cold smile, "Hmph. Enjoy your pride while you can. Once I tame you, we'll see if you're still so haughty."
He eventually pulled up his own pants and came out. Casting a sidelong glance at Lu Yao seated with her phone, he said with a grin, "Didn't you want to go home early? Fetch some water and wipe me down, then stroke me until I come, and you can leave."
Though the bathroom incident had left her seething, she grit her teeth and fetched a basin of water, slamming it down on the stool beside his bed. She wrung out the towel roughly and began to wipe him down.
Wiping him was not what he cared about. After she gave his upper body a quick pass, he waved impatiently. "Enough with the wiping. Just stroke my cock properly."
"Lunatic." She tossed the towel aside, cheeks pink with anger. But to finish and get out, she pressed her lips together, spared a quick glance at the bulge already rising in his trousers, and pulled down his pants and underwear together.
His thick, hard length sprang upward at once. Even though she had seen it several times, her heart still lurched. Thinking of what she would have to do next, vexation rolled through her.
She took a deep breath. There was no avoiding it. She wiped his shaft carefully with the damp towel, then his two testicles, a few slow strokes each. Then she tossed the towel aside, stretched out her hand trembling and took hold of him bare-handed.
Her cheeks flamed. She cast a brief glance at Redhead, lounging against the headboard with a cigarette, his eyes fixed lasciviously on her. Shame washed over her anew. Scolding him in her heart scoundrel she began to stroke up and down.
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