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Chapter 26 Drugged Degradation
In the blink of an eye, another weekend arrived. In the past, weekends had been Lu Yao's favorite after a long, grinding week, she could finally rest at home. Now, weekends were what she feared most, because weekends meant facing that bastard Liu Zhijun again.
At least there are only two times left. If I can endure these two, I'll finally be free of him.
What worried her most was whether Liu Zhijun would actually honor the agreement and stop harassing her afterward. What if he didn't? If he broke his word, would she be forced to endure him again?
She felt utterly trapped by him. Between the photos and videos he had taken and the private agreement she had signed, there was nothing she dared let anyone know. And Liu Zhijun feared nothing; his shamelessness knew no bounds. As they say, "the barefoot fear not the shod." Held in his grasp, she had no way out.
No… I have to make him delete those photos and videos first. And I mustn't let him take any more. Otherwise, he'll just keep using them to control me.
After turning it over and over, all she could do was sigh. She wasn't the kind of person who knew how to bargain and scheme. The thought of trying to negotiate with someone like him made her feel bone-weary.
"Grandma, I brought you a little something…" She arrived at his grandmother's house again, passing over the small gifts bought on the way. The old lady beamed, grasped Lu Yao's hand, and sat her down, scolding gently, "Yaoyao, it makes me happy just to see you. No need to bring anything!"
"Yaoyao, come to my room. I have something to tell you." No sooner had she exchanged a few polite words than Liu Zhijun tugged her toward his bedroom. The door barely closed before he wrapped her from behind, both hands clutching her full breasts and kneading hard.
"Fuck… I really missed these big tits," he growled into her ear, squeezing through the fabric with obscene delight. "Come on, slut unbutton your clothes and let me really play with them."
"W-wait let go… let me go first…" She tore herself from his grip, stepping back two paces, chest rising and falling. Facing his leering grin, she swallowed and said, voice trembling, "I… I need to tell you something."
"Oh? What?" He plucked a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and blew a smoke ring, watching her as if amused.
His gaze lewd, predatory always made her skin crawl. The tone in which he spoke to her, that arrogant tilt it made her bristle. Add to that his rough, brutal handling when he took her, and he was little more than an animal.
"D-delete the photos and videos you took," she said, frowning as she drew a breath. The words felt thin, uncertain, even as anger burned low in her chest. For reasons she could not name, she felt she had no footing with him no weight behind her words.
"Why should I? Because you said so?" He tossed ash and crossed a leg, smiling as if at a joke. "You'll need to give me a reason."
"They're of me. Deleting them shouldn't need any reason." Her voice sharpened. After a heartbeat, she dropped it, cheeks burning. "If… if you won't delete them… then… then don't touch me today."
The shame of saying it of bartering with her body stabbed through her. She felt filthy, like something bought and sold on a street corner. Tears pricked at her eyes, and one trembled at the edge of her lashes, refusing to fall.
"Fine. Then I won't touch you today. Go home." His lip curled, and he jerked his chin toward the door.
"You " The refusal hit like a slap. The humiliation choked her, and the trembling tear finally fell.
Of course she knew what he was doing pushing her to leave so he could escalate again. If she turned and walked out, what came next would be worse. He had already dared to send photos to her school. What would he do this time?
"Slut, didn't you say you were leaving? Why are you still standing there?" At some point, he had crossed the room and now stood in front of her. He was wiry-thin, but still half a head taller. He hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You think refusing me will threaten me? That I'd just obey and do as you say?"
She wrenched her face away, refusing to look back. Shame and fury burned through her but she wouldn't cry in front of him.
"If you want me to delete them, it's not impossible," he said. "But not on your terms. At least satisfy me first; then we talk." He tilted her chin up again, smiling obscenely. "Please me today really please me and maybe I'll delete them in front of you."
"W-what do you want me to do…" She glanced at him and quickly looked away again. Being stared at like that made her feel like an object on a shelf.
"The last two times, I did the work," he said, a wicked curl at his mouth. "These next two you take the lead. Serve me well, and maybe I'll delete them."
He pressed a hand to her shoulder, urging her downward. She blinked, not following, and his smirk sharpened. "What, you don't get it? Get on your knees, undo my belt, and lick my cock."
"W-wait " Shame shredded through her at the demand. She pushed at his chest, breath quick and shallow. "That… the drink from last time… do you have more…?"
"Fuck did you get addicted to that stuff?" he snapped, then snorted. "It's expensive. You're the only one I'd waste it on." He left the room and returned with a cup, the water faintly cloudy. He handed it to her and watched her drain it. He leaned on the headboard, lit a cigarette, and grinned. "There. Now get over here and serve me."
"L-let me catch my breath…" Being taken by him was shame enough. Being the one to start worse. She stood there, flushed and frozen, unable to move.
"Hurry up. You want those photos gone or not?" He ground out the half-smoked cigarette, impatience sharpening his tone. She flushed deeper, then stepped to the bed and sat gingerly on the edge. Hands shaking, she reached for his belt.
"What are you waiting for? Get my pants off." He nudged her backside with his foot, and lifted his hips so she could pull down his trousers. "And the underwear. All of it. Stop pretending to be shy I've already fucked you more than once."
She glared up at him, then glanced away only to find her mind stuttering with memories of the other night. Her cheeks burned. Trembling, she tugged his underwear down.
"Mmph…" As the fabric slid away, his thickness sprang free. It wasn't fully hard yet, but even at rest it made her heart clench. The pungent musk wrinkled her nose. "Do you have any wipes?"
"No. Clean it with your mouth," he said, lighting another cigarette and watching her closely. "You swallowed your own juices last time now you're worried about taste?"
"It's filthy… wait." Last time had been by force. Now, confronted with the stench, she couldn't bring herself to lower her mouth. She went to fetch a cup of water, wet a wad of tissue, and carefully wiped him down. Only then did she return, cheeks blazing, and wrap her hand around him, stroking up and down.
"Slut mouth first. Take the head in and lick. Then use your hand. That way actually feels like something." He spoke as if giving instructions for a chore.
She closed her eyes for a moment. Shame prickled at her scalp. She lowered her head, sniffed no smell now and then, trembling, extended the tip of her tongue to flick lightly at the crown.
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