Chapter 46: First Volume_Chapter 46 Black-bellied x Arrogant (10)

First Volume_Chapter 46 Black-bellied x Arrogant (10)

A night of debauchery.

Pale golden light poured from outside the window, blending with the indoor lights; the man finally released her, and Jiang Zhi's body was covered all over with dense marks—bruises, pinch marks, and bite marks.

The girl's skin was snow-white and delicate; even ordinary marks lingered on her quite severely.

Xie Wuchen showed no pity or gentleness toward her, instead indulging his 'beastly desire'.

He vented it on her body.

Jiang Zhi cried for half the night, until her voice went hoarse.

The man went on and on, seemingly tireless; as a villain, his stamina and frequency were beyond what an ordinary person could match.

She fainted several times, only to be awakened by pain, over and over; throughout the night she was tortured to the brink of death.

It was not the slightest bit comfortable.

It also left a terrifying shadow in her heart.

The moment he let her go, Jiang Zhi closed her eyes and fell asleep; the blanket pulled at her shoulder, exposing a shoulder with not a single patch of unblemished skin.

Xie Wuchen's long fingers rested on her cheek; the reddened corners of her eyes were still wet with tears.

His narrow eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at the girl already asleep on the bed.

——That was the look of someone eyeing a plaything.

He had originally wanted to try a different way to torment her, but last night he had been pleased; since he could arouse his desire, making her his plaything was not out of the question.

When he grew tired of her, killing her later would still be fine.

The disguise on Xie Wuchen's face faded, revealing his true appearance; if Jiang Zhi woke up, she would certainly see his real face.

Ten o'clock at night.

After waking, Jiang Zhi felt pain all over, worse than having fought someone all night.

Much of her skin was bitten open, waves of sharp pain spreading; she lifted her hand to cover her left arm, half-sitting on the bed, tears welling from the corners of her eyes.

777 felt heartbroken: 'Sorry, Host, I've done all I can to ease your pain.'

Last night's Xie Wuchen didn't treat her as a person at all, but merely as a toy for venting desire.

Jiang Zhi usually doesn't get angry, but when she does she refuses to speak, lowering her head; her black hair falls over the side of her face, covering half of it, leaving only the slight press of her lips visible.

777 paused, like an ant on a hot pan, wanting to help but unable: 'The villain Xie Wuchen's favorability has already exceeded 50, Host!'

Jiang Zhi heard the voice and suddenly let out a light laugh.

"As I thought, my previous efforts were nothing compared to last night."

She tucked her black hair clip behind her ear, her pale side‑face breaking into an extremely mocking smile: 'Brother Seven, you needn't worry about me—I won't die before my hatred value is full, so nothing will happen to me.'

She pulled back the blanket covering her naked body, and Jiang Zhi staggered out of bed; before she could take two steps, her body gave way and she collapsed.

The pain of the fall was nothing compared to what she already felt; she wiped the physiological tears from her eye corner, raised her hand, and tried to use the nearby chair to stand.

Before she could reach out, the chair in front of her was kicked away by a leg.

Xie Wuchen, who had appeared at some point, kicked over the chair, then stood with arms crossed, leisurely watching her.

"How come? Can't you stand up?"

Jiang Zhi raised her forehead and saw before her a man like a devil.

She drew a deep breath, lowered her eyes, and lay motionless on the ground, saying nothing more.

Seeing this, Xie Wuchen found it boring, squatted down, grabbed a handful of her hair, and forced her to meet his gaze.

"Your body tastes quite good."

The deeply insulting words fell in her ears; Jiang Zhi's brows knit, bloodshot veins appeared in her eyes as she glared at him, the corner of her mouth twitching into a sneer.

"Is that so? With your skill, even a dog would be better than you."

That remark utterly enraged Xie Wuchen; he seized her hair, dragged her onto the bed, and then, without ceremony, began undoing his own clothes.

One piece after another fell to the floor.

Until his whole weight pressed onto her, he ruthlessly gripped her jaw, the depths of his cold eyes filled with a chilling possessive urge.

"I'll make you get used to it."

The words fell.

Another round of torment began.

But as soon as it started, Jiang Zhi fainted.

When Xie Wuchen touched her feverish body, his motion abruptly halted.

The doctor entered the bedroom; on the bed lay a girl like a broken puppet, and he clenched his fingers helplessly.

Within the Evil-doers Organization, such things happen often; the girl is relatively lucky—many others don't survive past the next morning.

But when he lifted a corner of the blanket and saw the shocking wounds on the girl's arm, the doctor silently cursed 'beast' in his heart.

Truly inhuman—a girl so young tortured to this state.

Standing behind him, Xie Wuchen exuded a cold, frosty aura; seeing the doctor hesitate, his expression turned grim and uncertain, and he pressed a gun to the doctor's temple.

"Heal!"

Doctor: "……"

Although he feared death, he was still a person.

Suppressing his anger, after treating the girl's wounds, he could only attend to the man behind him in the hidden spots.

Taking medicine from the kit and placing it on the table, the doctor couldn't help but whisper:

"Leader, her constitution is already poor; if you really want her dead, you don't need to bother saving her."

The man standing in the shadow was tall and slender; he pushed up his glasses, his indifferent gaze sweeping over him with an overwhelming, terrifying presence.

"Do I need you to remind me?"

The doctor, intimidated by his aura, trembled uncontrollably, his face turned pale, he lowered his head, and dared not utter another word.

He thought he would die, but he didn't expect the man to wave his hand impatiently at him.

"Get lost."

The doctor hurriedly left.

Only the two of them remained in the room.

Jiang Zhi, lying unconscious on the bed, was tormented by high fever, occasionally delirious, her ashen face tense, her fingers clenched tightly onto the sheets beneath her, the snow‑white sheets showing deep creases.

Xie Wuchen glanced at her expressionlessly, strode over, walked to the bedside, and barely made out the girl's muffled dream talk.

"... Xie... Xie Wuchen... run... run..."

The girl was overly agitated; she lifted one sleeve, revealing the tooth marks from when she had blocked his zombie attack earlier, which after so long had faded into a light scar.

Xie Wuchen's brows and eyes were shrouded in the gloom before a storm; his gaze fell on the girl's face, and after a moment he suddenly let out a low laugh.

"Stupid! Stupid!"

"Jiang Zhi, how can you be so stupid? So stupid, it's hilarious! Hahaha!"

His laugh was mocking, devoid of warmth.

He hooked his fingers in front of his eyes, covering half his face.

He laughed for a long time before finally stopping.

In his icy, feral pupils surged waves of killing intent.

Xie Wuchen knew full well that if he let her live, he would surely be influenced by her.

Before those future events that have not yet happened occur, he must suppress her existence.

【Villain Xie Wuchen Favorability 50…65…0…65…】

【Prematurely triggering villain Hatred Value 80…0…90…10…】

【Due to the data being extremely unstable, it is temporarily not calculated.】