Lure in by pretending to retreat

  I didn't have the courage to fight back against the tyrant with fierce words, all I could do was squat down and pick up my clothes, putting them on one by one. My movements were too hasty, when I put on the black stockings, I almost fell to the ground, fortunately, I managed to steady myself by holding onto the tea table.

  The tyrant looked at me and asked what I wanted to do. I met his gaze and told him, I'm done, I don't want to do it anymore. He grabbed my arm and pushed me onto the tea table, tearing my thin stockings with a few quick movements. My back was pressed against the tea table, which had intricate carvings that dug into my skin, and soon I had scratched myself raw, feeling scorching hot.

  The only thought in my mind was that I didn't want to do it with him, people have a bottom line, once crossed, they can't control their own rationality. I pushed him away hard, telling him again and again that I didn't want to do it, that I wasn't going to do it anymore. His strength was greater than mine, and he easily pinned me down without exerting much effort, I struggled to push him away. In the struggle, my hand accidentally slapped the tyrant's face.

  I was so scared that I froze, my eyes fixed on the tyrant. I realized that I had slapped him and suddenly came to my senses, starting to feel afraid. My body began to shake violently. The tyrant didn't move either, but after a moment, he turned his head and stared at me, raising his hand to slap me back. His strength was great, my ears were ringing, and my mouth had a bloody taste.

  He grabbed my hair on the top of my head, his hands were even more ruthless than the first time, the dryness made me scream in pain, letting out a single note, I immediately bit my lower lip tightly, I didn't dare to provoke the tyrant again.

  He's at an age where he's truly entering manhood, full of energy. Both of us were already covered in sweat, dripping wet. He carried me upstairs, literally carried, I was like a lifeless doll. In the bathroom, he did it to me twice more before throwing me onto the bed.

  I have no strength in my body, lying limply in bed, everything hurts and everything is uncomfortable.

  After Ba Wang finished, he had a habit of smoking. He took out the cigarette case from the drawer, lit it and sucked on it. He kicked my foot and asked me if I dared to do it again next time?

  I don't want to talk, nor do I have the strength to speak. He leaned in and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his embrace, lowering his head to look at me and ask, "Are you still angry? Do you know that except for my old man, no one dares to slap me?"

  His face was a bit calmer, but still with that arrogant turtle look. He thought I wanted to get such an honor! Didn't he just want to hear an apology? I smiled and apologized to him, only saying pleasant words.

  He snorted a few times, pinched my cheek and scolded me with a rough voice that was more bitter than laughter. I didn't dare to laugh, closed my mouth, and didn't dare to speak either. He extinguished the cigarette, suddenly lowered his head and kissed my lips, I was so scared that my eyes were wide open. Everyone is very clear about one rule: customers can touch any part of a girl's body, but they absolutely cannot touch her lips.

  He pried open my mouth and blew smoke into my nostrils, the pungent smell of smoke made me cough loudly, it even brought tears to my eyes. I have pharyngitis and can't stand the strong smell of smoke at all.

  He patted my back gently, his movements quite gentle. After I caught my breath, he pressed against my forehead and said to me, "I can tolerate women playing hard to get, it can stir up a man's desire to conquer, bring some fun, but there must be limits, this kind of thing cannot happen twice."

  I have a speechless feeling, suddenly dumbfounded, I don't even want to catch up, where did that come from?