In a basketball gym, several young men were engaged in an intense game. A youth in a black shirt calmly dribbled the ball while a taller player guarded him closely. Suddenly, the black-shirted player lunged forward, prompting the defender to shift sideways to block him. However, this proved to be a feint—the black-shirted player executed an extreme spin move to the defender's other side and launched a shot that swished neatly through the net.
"Damn, Jiang Yun! Your waist flexibility is insane! How'd you twist back from that lunge?"
"Haha, no big deal, no big deal."
"Of course a married man's waist would be strong!"
"Why would a married man's waist... oh... I get it... hehehe."
"HAHAHAHA!"
"Piss off! No wonder you losers will stay single forever!"
"Wow, this normie dares to mock us! Brothers, can we let this slide?"
"No way!"
"Wait... I was wrong... ah!"
The group lifted Jiang Yun up, and after exchanging glances, decided to give him an "Aluba" treatment. They carried him toward the basketball hoop's post despite his frantic pleas for mercy. The determined single men showed no intention of letting him go, marching resolutely toward the metal pole as if intending to cripple him with the impact.
Just as they reached the post, the gym door swung open. Several similarly-aged youths in autumn jackets entered. Both groups froze momentarily upon seeing each other. The obvious leader of the newcomers spoke up:
"Tsk tsk tsk, your training methods are really something else, no wonder you lost so badly in the last competition!"
"What business is it of yours how we train!"
"Hah, as if I'd bother with whether you live or die. Your rental time's up, get lost!"
"Who are you calling 'old man,' Hu Bin? You looking for a fight!?"
"Damn right, bring it on! You think I'm scared of you?"
"Wait, put me down first..."
Just as a fight was about to break out, Jiang Yun quickly spoke up to stop them. Only then did the group realize they were still carrying Jiang Yun and hurriedly set him down. They then turned back to glare fiercely at Hu Bin and his crew, clearly ready to throw down at the slightest provocation. Jiang Yun whispered to his teammates:
"It's not worth fighting these jerks. Next week on the field, let's crush them hard. Wouldn't it be better to humiliate them in front of the whole school?"
"That bastard's words are so infuriating."
"Yeah, just looking at his face makes me want to kick him."
"Alright, if a dog bites you, are you going to bite it back?"
"Mm, Brother Jiang, we'll listen to you."
"It's getting late. Let's go out to eat together. My treat, come on."
"Let's go, let's not stoop to their level."
After a few words to calm his teammates' emotions, Jiang Yun led them away. As they passed Hu Bin, both sides glared at each other fiercely. If looks could kill, the place would have been a bloodbath. But in the end, they left in silence, and Hu Bin's side didn't say anything more, merely watching Jiang Yun leave the basketball gym with expressions of disdain.
Jiang Yun treated his teammates to a lavish meal at a nearby restaurant. Though his family was well-off, Jiang Yun lived frugally, so he had saved up a considerable amount of pocket money. However, he was always generous with his friends, had a good temperament, and his basketball skills were top-notch in the team. Gradually, he became the team's big brother, and the others tended to listen to him. That's why Jiang Yun's few words were enough to suppress his teammates' emotions this time. After a while, they finished their meal, agreed on the next training session, and headed home.
Standing at the restaurant entrance, Jiang Yun fell into silent contemplation. This Hu Bin was the captain of the team that had handed them their last defeat. He attended the same high school as Jiang Yun, but Hu Bin's class was a gathering place for underachievers, and his teammates were notorious troublemakers. In terms of basketball skills, they were far inferior to Jiang Yun's team, and even worse than several other teams. Yet, relying on the intimidation they'd built from bullying classmates, they made every opposing team perform at only a fraction of their actual ability.
Jiang Yun himself wasn't afraid of these people, but some of his teammates were inwardly nervous, leading to coordination issues. Hu Bin's team actually had decent skills and decent teamwork, and their average height and physique were a notch above Jiang Yun's team. In the end, Hu Bin's team had taken the championship. This time, Jiang Yun's team had replaced a few members, and after some adjustment, their coordination had improved. Still, it was hard to say for sure whether they could beat Hu Bin's team.
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Yun stopped overthinking. As long as he and his teammates worked hard and relied on their skills, there was a good chance they could lead the team to victory this time. Confidence returned to Jiang Yun's eyes.
Then he recalled how he had just acted with the demeanor of a true leader. He felt he had matured. In the past, if someone had been as arrogant as Hu Bin in front of him, he might have thrown a punch without hesitation. Now, not only had he controlled his own emotions, but he had also managed to calm his teammates. Surely Su Qing couldn't call him impulsive anymore.
Thinking of Su Qing, Jiang Yun's expression softened. He pulled out his phone and dialed that familiar number. Just as it was about to hang up, someone answered, but it was still Su Lang on the line.
"Uh, Xiao Lang, is your sister still not back?"
"N-no... not yet..."
"Is that so... then..."
"Brother Jiang, my phone's about to die..."
"Ah? Uh... then remember to tell your sister to call..."
Beep... beep... beep...
Before Jiang Yun could finish speaking, the phone emitted a series of busy beeps. When he tried calling back, it was indeed turned off. He couldn't help but grumble inwardly: Su Lang, can't you just charge your phone?
I wasn't even done talking! If you weren't my brother-in-law, I'd rush over and beat you up right now!
He had no idea if Su Lang had heard his last words. He'd have to call again later to check.
Once he made up his mind, Jiang Yun stopped dwelling on it. His legs were sore from playing ball all afternoon. Glancing at the long queue at the bus stop, he knew taking the bus at this hour would mean standing the whole way. In the end, he decided to splurge a little and hailed a taxi back home.
Su Lang emerged from the bathroom, phone in hand. That brief, tense phone call had made him break out in a cold sweat again. He thought he had managed to bluff his way through this time, but he knew that eventually, his sister and Jiang Yun would talk or even meet, and his lies would be exposed. That would also reveal the truth about him drugging his own sister. Anxiously pacing around the living room, Su Lang finally decided to take things one day at a time—maybe in a few days, Brother Jiang Yun would forget about today's incident.
Su Lang turned his phone back on, quickly switched it to airplane mode, deleted the two call records from Jiang Yun, turned off airplane mode, and immediately shut down the phone again. After completing these steps, he placed the phone on the table. Then, he tiptoed quietly to his sister's bedroom door and listened carefully. Faintly, he could hear a weak female voice and the teasing laughter of several men.
"Please... let me go... ah... please..."
"Weren't you so tough earlier? Why are you begging for mercy now?"
"She must have been conquered by the boss's huge dick, hahaha!"
"Look at how red her face is—seems like we hit the nail on the head! Quick, take a picture!"
"No... don't take pictures... ah... stop..."
"Don't block it, you little slut! Fatty, come over here and hold her hands down."
"No problem! And make sure to get my dick in the shot too!"
"Alright, get closer. Put it near her face. Yeah, perfect! This photo is amazing!"
"Mmm... no... don't take it... please delete it... ah..."
Listening to the conversation outside the door, Su Lang imagined the scene inside: one man violently fucking his sister from the front, the fat guy pinning her hands down and pressing his cock against her face, while others took photos with their phones. Just the thought of it was incredibly thrilling. How he wished he could go in and watch—or even better, join in. Envy filled Su Lang's eyes as he leaned in to continue eavesdropping.
"Ah, I'm about to cum!"
"Don't... not inside... no... ah...!"
"Damn, that feels amazing! This little slut's pussy is so tight—I can't hold back!"
"Boss, you're already a legend! The rest of us combined didn't last as long as you!"
"Well, you're the one who came as soon as you went in!"
"Her pussy is just too good—it sucks you right in! The moment I thrust in, her tight cunt clamped down, and I couldn't help it!"
"Waa... stop talking... please..."
"Ugh, crying again? What are you crying for? Shut the hell up!"
Hearing his sister cry, Su Lang's face tightened, his heart sinking deeper into regret and guilt. Suddenly, a sharp smack echoed from inside, followed by a woman's pained cry—were they actually hitting his sister?
Su Lang shot to his feet, ready to burst through the door, but as his hand hovered near the doorknob, a flicker of fear crossed his eyes. In the end, he let his arm drop listlessly and slumped to the floor.
"Stopped crying? If you'd just listened earlier, you wouldn't have gotten hit!"
"Exactly, what's there to cry about? Weren't you so turned on you came?"
"Hahaha, right! Look at all this mess on the floor—you squirted it out yourself!"
"N-no... it wasn't... I... I didn't..."
"Save the excuses. Give us another show—let's see that fountain again!"
"I... I can't..."
"Skinny Monkey, didn't you brag about your fast hands? Help her out!"
"Leave it to me, haha!"
"Ah! No, please let me go! Don't... ah... ah... it hurts... ah..."
"I've got her pinned! Quick, get ready to record!"
"Mmm... ah... stop... don't film... ah... ah..."
"Looks like she's about to squirt again—she's twitching just like before!"
"I can't... ah... wait... ah... ah..."
"Haha, there it goes again."
"Not very impressive—just a little trickle!"
Outside the room, Su Lang had long been drawn in by the noises from inside. He pressed his ear against the door again, one hand unconsciously stroking his small penis. As his sister's moans reached him, he let out a low, muffled groan and ejaculated onto the floor. After catching his breath, he hastily grabbed some tissues from the table to clean up the mess. A closer look at the floor would reveal two other faint, dried stains—proof of how intensely stimulating this situation was for Su Lang, with his somewhat morbid inclinations.
"Skinny Monkey, want to go again?"
"Can't... my arm's sore..."
"Ugh, you're useless!"
"Damn, why don't you try it then?"
"Alright, that's enough for today, little slut. We'll come see you again tomorrow!"
"Ah... please, let me go! I beg you, delete those photos! I can give you money, please!"
"Tch, I don't need your money. But... maybe we could let you off, if you..."
"What... what do you want me to do? I'll do anything, please..."
"Haha, we'll tell you tomorrow. Remember, don't call the police, or else..."
"Okay... I... I won't call the police, just please let me go and delete those photos!"
"Of course, I always keep my word!"
"Yeah, our boss's word is as good as gold!"
"Enough chatter, let's go. See you tomorrow, sweetheart!"
Hearing this, Su Lang quickly moved away from the door and hurried to the table, pretending to be asleep. Over a minute later, the bedroom door finally opened. Luo Qiang led his three lackeys out at a leisurely pace. Spotting Su Lang feigning sleep at the table, he smirked contemptuously. The fat one trailing behind deliberately kicked Su Lang as he passed. The pain brought tears to Su Lang's eyes, but he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.
After the men left, the sound of a girl's crying came from the room. Since they hadn't closed the bedroom door, Su Lang clearly heard Su Qing's sobs. Listening to her cries, his heart filled with regret and guilt. However, Su Qing soon stopped crying when she noticed Su Lang slumped over the table outside the door. Wiping away her tears, she looked up and realized that Su Lang, like her, must have been drugged with sleeping pills and had slept until now.
Su Qing didn't know whether to feel relieved that Su Lang hadn't been awake to witness her rape or angry that he hadn't woken up earlier to save her. But then she thought about her younger brother's timid nature and frail physique—even if he had been awake, he likely couldn't have done much. Cleaning herself with a handkerchief, she put on a nightgown and walked into the living room.
She called Su Lang's name softly a couple of times, but he remained deeply asleep. Su Qing breathed a sigh of relief. The sleeping pills were indeed potent; if she hadn't been tormented by those men, she probably wouldn't have woken up either. But how had those bastards managed to drug her?
Had she been followed when she went grocery shopping that morning? She did feel like someone was tailing her at the time.
Su Qing racked her brain, trying to piece together what had happened, but it never crossed her mind that her own brother had drugged her. Her pondering was destined to yield no answers. Sighing, she went to the bathroom to wash herself. As she scrubbed, she began to cry softly again. Why had this happened to her? She had thought they were just a bunch of school bullies picking on classmates—how dare they do such a thing to her?
("Wuwu... Jiang Yun, what should I do? I can't face you anymore... I... wuwu...")
Su Qing was consumed by pain and inner conflict. Although she was a victim—drugged and gang-raped—her body had still been defiled. The only comfort she had was that she had given her virginity to Jiang Yun a few days earlier; otherwise, she might have been driven to suicide.
("Should I report this to the police...? But if I do, the truth will come out. If Jiang Yun finds out I was... would he still want me? What do they want me to do tomorrow...? Will they really let me go?")
Lost and confused, Su Qing didn't know what to do. She didn't dare tell her parents, let alone Jiang Yun. No one could help her. This situation left the usually clever and quick-witted Su Qing utterly bewildered. She kept washing her body with hot water, over and over, but still felt dirty, as if she could never get clean. Finally, she crouched in the shower, silently weeping.
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