Before she could try again, one of the men was on her. He grabbed both of her arms and pulled them behind her back.
"No! Let me go!" The girl screamed as he tied her hands together with a thick, rough rope.
The other man did the same with her legs, binding her ankles so tightly that she couldn't even kick.
She was conscious, trying to struggle, but she was too weak to fight back. All she could do was shake her body from side to side, a useless effort against their strong grip.
And that's when the two men decided they wanted more.
"Look at those," the one tying her hands said, his voice thick with desire.
He didn't hesitate for a second. He reached down and grabbed her exposed chest, his large hands sinking into her soft, round breasts. He squeezed them hard, and the girl cried out, a pained and desperate sound.
"Aah! Stop it! Get off me! Don't touch me with your dirty hands," the girl yelled, her eyes filled with shame and anger, but there was nothing she could do.
The man just laughed, his rough fingers sinking deeper into her soft tits, kneading them like he was testing their firmness.
"What's wrong, little beauty?" he taunted. "I just wanted to see how they feel. And let me tell you, they feel amazing."
He continued his assault, and her breasts began to change shape under his rough palms, looking deformed for a moment before springing back to their perfect form. Her perfect nipples were rolling between his dirty fingers, and he was pinching and twisting them hard to see her cry in pain.
"Aaaah, I beg you! I'll pay you double what you were promised," the girl screamed out as the pain sent jolts all over her body. "Just... please, stop..."
At the same time, the other man decided he wanted his share of the fun.
"I've got to see the main prize," the second man leered.
With a swift and cruel tug, he ripped apart the last remaining piece of her dignity—the delicate black lace underwear. The thin fabric tore like paper, and suddenly her most intimate place was exposed to their hungry gazes.
Her pussy was tight and beautiful, a small, puffy mound with a hint of pink peeking out from between her closed legs. Seeing her lying there, bound and naked with her beautiful tits and pussy completely exposed to them, was a feast for the eyes.
"So, this is what's under all that pride. What a pussy!" the second man whistled, his eyes gleaming. "It's even tighter than I imagined."
Ignoring her desperate pleas, the man lowered his head and buried his face between her legs. The girl gasped, her whole body going rigid at the invasion.
"Mmm," the man moaned. "Clean as a flower, and sweet too."
He began to lick her, his rough tongue exploring her soft folds. The first man wasn't idle either. After getting his fill of her breasts with his hands, he leaned down, his wet mouth finding one of her perfect, pink nipples. He started to suck greedily, his other hand reaching up to pinch and twist her other nipple.
The girl, overwhelmed by the dual assault on her body, could only whimper in humiliation and a weird sense of pleasure that made her feel ashamed and betrayed. The poison made her body weak but heightened her senses, turning their disgusting violation into something she fought to control from her brain.
"Please... please stop," she begged one last time, her voice barely a whisper. But the men just laughed. They'd been chasing her for half the day, and now was their time for payment.
After a few minutes of enjoying the delicious feast before him, the second man lifted his head, his face glistening with her juices. He then flipped the girl over as if she were nothing but a doll, his hand leaving a red print on her soft ass cheek from the force.
"And look at this! Have you ever seen a finer ass?" He growled to his partner. His hand came down again, another sharp slap echoing in the quiet jungle. "SLAP!"
"Tell me, you bitch! Why did you make us run for so long?" The man was clearly angry about how much work it took to capture her. He took out all his frustration on her poor, defenceless buttocks.
"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" The slaps kept coming.
Her once-perfect, snow-white buttocks soon turned a beautiful shade of red, with the clear shape of the man's large hand appearing in five bright lines. Each new slap made her firm flesh ripple and jiggle in a hypnotic way.
Seeing the girl being treated in such a humiliating way made something inside Xie Lan snap. He was usually not the type of hero, but these were humans treating a helpless woman worse than an animal.
His own system may be based on 'perverted' acts, but what he was seeing was not perverted; it was just pure, ugly brutality. These men were no better than stray dogs from the gutter. They deserved to die.
But Xie Lan wasn't an idiot. Charging in there to play the hero was a sure-fire way to get himself killed. He might be stronger, but he was not yet strong enough. These men might look like low-level bandits, but he could tell they were cultivators. Not weak ones, either. He was likely no match for them, even if the girl wasn't involved.
'I need help. A way to handle them both at once.'
His mind flew to his system. He opened the shop in his head, his eyes darting between the awful scene on the rocks and the list of items.
Most of it was still locked. But then he saw something. It was tucked away in the 'Special Items' section.