Chapter 2

Three months, three months! She really admired those prostitutes now; being ravaged under different men every day, they could actually go on year after year, yet she couldn't even face tonight!

But even if she couldn't face it, what could she do? She couldn't go to her parents to ask for one hundred thousand, and besides borrowing from loan sharks, she had no way to raise that amount. As she was now, other than enduring for three months, did she have any other choice?

Endure. It was just enduring, wasn't it? Wasn't this the thing she, He Lele, was best at?

There were no fresh ingredients in the refrigerator. He Lele took out two eggs and teased herself:

"At least here, I don't have to worry about food or shelter."

Just as she finished plating the fried rice and was about to catch her breath, she was startled by a spoon reaching out from behind her, nearly causing her to drop the pan and spatula.

"You, you..." A man! A very, very handsome man!

Shentu Mo had only returned to take a shower and change clothes, but while passing through the living room on the first floor, he was drawn into the kitchen by the aroma of fried rice. After eating two bites, he actually found it quite good, so he took the plate and sat at the dining table outside the kitchen, never once looking at He Lele from start to finish.

Was it him? The man from last night—as soon as this question arose, He Lele subconsciously denied it. Although the man before her was also very tall and his physique under the black clothes looked sturdy, the... feeling was wrong. The man from last night was like a volcano constantly erupting magma, while the man before her was like a forest where all the animals had died out.

Should she take the initiative to greet him?

The contract clearly stipulated that she was not allowed to inquire about any information regarding the owners. Any owner who could freely enter and exit this apartment was her service object; she had only obligations and no rights whatsoever.

"Eleven o'clock tonight, make another portion and send it to the fifth floor."

"O-okay." Looking at the empty plate the man had left on the table, He Lele let out a sigh of relief.

She didn't make fried rice again; He Lele fried an egg and ate a little something casually. Fortunately, she always cooked extra rice. Fried rice was better made with cold rice, so she cooked another pot, let it cool, wrapped it in plastic wrap, and put it in the refrigerator. Only after doing all this did she return to her room, set her alarm, and prepare to move her clothes from the suitcase back into the wardrobe.

She wasn't giving up on herself; she was simply choosing the lesser of two evils.

*Snap!* With an extremely faint sound, the lights went out in response.

He Lele's heart tightened, and she looked toward the bedroom door, unable to hide her terror.

!! The door slammed shut in response.

Author's Note:

Two of the five perverts have appeared, but there are more than five perverts, oh!

I noticed everyone seems to be asking for tickets. Jiangshan is a newcomer and feels a bit embarrassed to ask. I just hope that if you like it, you can add it to your bookshelf first. If you enjoy reading it, feel free to reward me with some tickets. Jiangshan will be very, very satisfied!

☆, Chapter 4: Played to the Point of Half-Death

Suddenly plunged into darkness, He Lele couldn't see anything at all; she only reflexively wanted to escape, to get as far away from the door as possible. But before she could take a step, her small arm was already tightly gripped in someone's hand.

"Do you know... how ancient times dealt with slaves who tried to escape?" It was a voice like one from hell.

He Lele couldn't stop herself from trembling all over, "I, I didn't..."

Don't shake! Don't shake! She had survived last night, what else was there to be afraid of! If she were this scared every day, she definitely wouldn't last three months! She couldn't be afraid! There were already enough things in this world she was afraid of; she absolutely couldn't add to them!

!! Ruan Lin kicked the suitcase at his feet. He had been in a good mood today and had even treated the main cast of the production crew to dinner, but all his good spirits turned into off-the-charts anger the moment he saw her packing her luggage!

A woman who was begging to be fucked!

"Men would be executed in the most cruel ways and their bodies exposed, while women would be stripped naked and thrown into a pile of men to be raped to death..."

"I, I am not a slave!" He Lele gathered her courage to argue. For so many years, she had deliberately trained herself to be calm and composed in the face of trouble, but all the results of her training had collectively abandoned her in the face of this job.

"That's right, so I won't play you to death—I'll only play you to the point of half-death!"

"Ah!"

With a flick of the man's large hand, He Lele was thrown onto the bed like a piece of clothing.

"No!" She had only... changed the sheets this afternoon. No, that wasn't it, her body was still so sore... He Lele tried to crawl off the bed, but the man let out a cold hum, grabbed her ankle, and dragged her back to the center of the bed. He pressed her face-down onto the bed and stripped off all her clothes in a few swift movements.

"Mm-ah—" The first thing to invade was his long, slender fingers.

The pressure from the fingers satisfied him, but it wasn't enough to soothe his anger. Tonight, he wouldn't just vent his fire; he would make this woman who was begging to be fucked remember her lesson!

"No, ah..." The rough treatment from last night had already left her delicate petals red, swollen, and abnormally sensitive. The honey path was even less able to withstand the slightest disturbance. Now, the pumping of two fingers felt like a giant saw scraping and cutting inside her, making her unable to bear it, and she couldn't stop gasping.

"Gently, gently... I beg you..."

As soon as the woman's delicate, pitiful pleas for mercy reached his ears, a sharp wave of pleasure shot from his tailbone up his back, slid over his shoulders, and finally sank into Ruan Lin's chest. Ruan Lin curled his lips, and the force in his hand increased rather than decreased, causing the woman's moans to be filled with even more tears.

She couldn't think of anything, couldn't do anything; the other parts of her body seemed not to belong to her at all. Pressed firmly onto the bed by the man, the only thing He Lele could feel was that square inch of land being wantonly toyed with.

The man wickedly thrust deep, rotating and hooking, as if there were some treasure hidden inside the soft, narrow path, scratching incessantly.

"Ah... ah... mm... don't, I beg you, don't anymore, ah—" Following the secretion of yin fluids within the honey path, the original pain became mixed with an indescribable itch, constantly stimulating her limit of endurance.

The petals opening and closing with the entry and exit of his fingers, the perky buttocks twisting constantly to dodge the torture, the deeply indented waistline, the taut spine, and fragrant shoulders—everything before his eyes made Ruan Lin's body and mind incomparably excited. Finally, he ended the molestation at hand, unzipped his pants, scooped up the woman's waist with his left hand, let the woman kneel before him, then bit down on the woman's shoulder. His scorching long sword thrust in like a heavy hammer, and he began to pound deeply and rapidly like a pile driver!