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Chapter 25 Blackmailed to Bliss
Last night… how could I have done something so disgraceful…
When Lu Yao woke up the next morning and remembered the night before, heat flooded her face. She couldn't fathom that she had done something so shameful. Worse, her underwear was still damp when she woke, and even the slightest movement sent faint tingles skittering through her lower body.
She didn't dare stay in bed, afraid she'd lose control and do something just as humiliating again. Forcing her sore body upright, she checked her wrists overnight, the marks from the bindings had faded enough not to show unless looked at closely. Only then did her breathing ease.
More than the physical pain, she feared that anyone might learn what Liu Zhijun had done to her especially those closest to her.
Conservative and self-contained, Lu Yao held her reputation and integrity above everything. That was why, after being drugged and assaulted the first time, she chose to endure rather than report him. Yes, going to the police might bring him to justice, but it would also make public what had happened to her. She couldn't bear the thought of being the subject of other people's gossip and sidelong glances. So she swallowed the humiliation and resentment and agreed to his further demands.
She washed her face, carefully examined herself, and, once certain the visible marks were hidden by clothing, she stepped out of her room.
Her face was calm as she had breakfast with her son and mother, then helped her boy with his homework. In the afternoon, she accompanied them to the shops, as though nothing had happened the day before.
But beneath that calm, discomfort in her body constantly reminded her of the violation. More than once, she had to wipe away tears in secret. And Liu Zhijun kept sending harassing messages one of which her son nearly glimpsed.
Bastard… stop messaging me!
Hands fumbling, she deleted his latest text and, while her son looked away, shot back a furious reply. They were in a mall then, shopping with her mother. His response arrived in seconds: If you want me to stop, send me a video in ten minutes of you squeezing your tits. Do it and I'll stop. Otherwise I'll keep texting and call you too. Maybe video call.
You
Her face alternated white and red with rage. She wanted him torn to pieces. But if he followed through calling, video calling, harassing her incessantly how could she explain to her mother and child? After a moment's grinding silence, she typed: I'm out… wait until I'm home…
Ten minutes.
Just three characters.
She stared at the screen, jaw clenched, mind racing. In the end, she excused herself to the bathroom. There, in a locked stall, cheeks flaming, she unbuttoned her blouse, lifted her bra, and recorded a three-second video of herself kneading her breasts. She sent it. Then she quickly deleted it, heart racing and face burning from the audacity of doing such a thing in a mall restroom. She lingered in the stall for another couple of minutes, terrified he would text again, then left with her head down.
Seeing her lively son waiting not far away, shame cut deeper. How could she, a wife and mother, have done something so degrading?
At least he stopped messaging after she sent the clip. She exhaled, lighter now, and spent a while more shopping with her mother and child. She bought clothes for both of them before heading home.
After dinner, once her son was asleep, she returned to her room to bathe. In the bathroom, when she peeled off her clothes, she noticed her underwear was damp again. The spotted stains flushed her cheeks with fresh shame. She scolded herself and tossed the underwear into the washing machine. Only after a long, hot shower did she feel somewhat soothed.
Brrr brrr…
The night before had left her sleep-starved. After her shower, she slipped under the covers and felt drowsiness pull at her. Then the phone on her nightstand buzzed. She yawned, picked it up and her heart lurched. An incoming video call from Liu Zhijun.
W-what do you want…
She killed the call immediately. It rang again at once. She hung up and quickly texted: I'm sleeping. Stop bothering me.
What can't I call you for no reason?
She didn't want to engage, but dread scraped along her skin. She typed: I'm asleep. Stop.
The pop-up flashed again. And again. Then again.
If you call again… I'll block you.
But she didn't dare. If she blocked him, he might mail photos to her school again.
If you want me to stop, I'm horny now. Send me some videos to get me off once I finish, I won't bother you tonight.
No. That wasn't in our agreement before!
You said I couldn't touch you before, and yesterday afternoon you begged me to fuck you. Hurry up. Do what I say or I'll come to your house right now.
Dream on… I'm going to sleep… If you send another call pop-up… I'll block you now!
Try it. Block me and see. Tomorrow I'll paste your fucked photos on your school gate for teachers and students to admire what a slut you are in bed.
Y-you bastard…
She swallowed the insult rather than risk setting him off. He would do it she knew he would. She had no choice. Grinding her teeth, she recorded the videos he demanded each one more degrading than the last and sent them.
Slut your pussy's soaked. Want my big cock in it? He sent a video of himself jerking off, then added, Slut another video. Put your fingers in your pussy and show me.
No.
She couldn't explain, but she typed anyway, fingers shaking: No… it's not hygienic…
Now you care about hygiene? You didn't say that with my cock in your mouth. You didn't say that when my hand was inside you. Get your fingers in and do it now. Or else.
You
She surrendered again. She parted her legs shamefully, slid her trembling fingers inside herself, and recorded a few slow strokes to send him.
Slut faster. Do it like I did yesterday. Like that.
Mmm…
Tears prickled at her lashes as she obeyed. A little faster this time, as instructed. She sent it. Then came more demands. More videos. Squeezing her breasts; touching her clit; pinching her nipples; kneeling with her fingers inside herself; sticking out her tongue as if to lick a cock. On and on for over an hour, until he finally sent one last clip of himself finishing in his own hand. Only then did he stop.
Bastard…
At last released, she slammed the chat closed and deleted the thread. Shame and grief burned under her skin. She took another shower, turned off the light, and crawled under the covers. But then his videos flickered through her mind, and the scenes from the previous day rose like smoke.
Mmm… mm…
After a while, heat began to gather. Her core prickled persistently. She fought it and then, hiding beneath the covers, her hand moved down on its own. Ten minutes later, a stifled sound slipped from her throat, followed by her quick, uneven breathing.
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