Su Qing recalled how she had climaxed several times under the assault of that massive thing—that heavenly pleasure must be what people called an orgasm. Even now, her legs were still trembling slightly, and she felt faint, electric tingles coursing through her lower body.
("Jiang Yun and Luo Qiang are much smaller than Sun Haoran... And they always finish in just a few minutes during sex. How can Sun Haoran... last so long... making me... ugh, ugh... Su Qing, what are you thinking!")
Su Qing's face instantly turned bright red. Unable to help herself, she reached out and smacked Sun Haoran's head again. Confused, Sun Haoran pleaded for mercy repeatedly. Su Qing snorted, turned around, and continued searching for her clothes.
Su Qing picked up the bedsheet from the bed but hesitated, recalling how she had wrapped herself in it several times today only to have it forcibly removed—it seemed like bad luck. Yet, the nearby pajamas were stained with semen and her own fluids, and so was her body. Changing into fresh clothes would be a waste anyway. Frowning, she still wrapped the nearby bedsheet around herself, thinking that those hooligans had already left and there shouldn't be any more trouble.
She then stood up and picked up the clothes Sun Haoran had taken off. Looking down, she saw that both his pants and shirt were soaked through and unwearable. Su Qing's face flushed red—the moisture on them was from her own climax. She set the clothes aside and hurried to her parents' room to fetch a pair of her father's usual shorts and a tank top, then returned to her bedroom and handed them to Sun Haoran.
"You... you can wear these to go back today. The... two pieces you're wearing, I'll wash them and return them to you later."
"No need... I'll wash them myself when I get back."
"Stop arguing! Take them!"
"Uh... okay..."
Sun Haoran wisely chose to back down and obediently started putting on the clothes. However, noticing Su Qing's slightly blushing face and glancing at the stains on his own clothes, he suddenly understood why she didn't want to hand them over to him. He couldn't help but let out a soft "heh heh heh" chuckle. Seeing him laugh at her, Su Qing felt a mix of embarrassment and anger, rushing over to grab him by the neck.
"You! Dare! Laugh!"
"Mmph... I won't... laugh... anymore... hahaha... uh..."
"You! I'll strangle you!"
"Stop... choking... I'm dying!"
Sun Haoran couldn't resist poking Su Qing's waist. She held out for a moment but, unable to stand the tickling, released his neck and stepped back. In the scuffle, the bedsheet she had hastily wrapped around herself had loosened. As she retreated, she stepped on a corner of the slipping sheet and stumbled backward.
Sun Haoran, quick-eyed and swift-handed, reached out and grabbed Su Qing, pulling her back toward him with a firm tug. In the blink of an eye, Su Qing couldn't control her momentum and ended up lunging into his arms.
As if fate had decreed that Su Qing and the bedsheet were not meant to be together today, the sheet slipped off completely during the motion, leaving their two naked bodies embracing as they tumbled onto the bed—at least avoiding another incident of their lips meeting.
Su Qing caught her breath, recovering from the scare of nearly falling, and her first thought was that she really shouldn't have wrapped herself in the bedsheet again—this darn thing had made her fall twice already. She might as well throw it away later!
She pushed herself up with her hands, trying to get up, but Sun Haoran suddenly wrapped his arms around her. Su Qing turned her head to look at him and saw him staring intently at her, his breathing growing increasingly heavy.
Su Qing understood the desire in his eyes and, for a fleeting moment, recalled the euphoric sensation of her earlier climax, as if floating on clouds. She didn't immediately pull away.
But the thought passed in an instant. Su Qing still pressed her hands against Sun Haoran's chest and said:
"Haoran... don't... don't do this. I already... already have a boyfriend... Even though I might... sigh... but we... we can't..."
Su Qing's voice faltered slightly as she thought of her boyfriend Jiang Yun once again. Though her body had been repeatedly defiled, making her feel unworthy of Jiang Yun, it had always been due to being drugged or coerced under threat. Her body might have been tainted, but her heart still belonged to Jiang Yun.
However, just moments ago, in a dazed state, she had ended up having sex with Sun Haoran. This time, it wasn't under duress, and during the act, she had even experienced intense pleasure. This filled Su Qing with overwhelming guilt and anguish. She firmly resolved in her heart that she could not let this mistake continue any further.
Hearing her words, Sun Haoran halted his movements. His erect penis remained poised at the entrance of Su Qing's vagina, and the slight, unintentional contact between them sent a strange, electric sensation coursing through her. For a moment, Su Qing nearly gave in to Sun Haoran's desire, but she suppressed the stirrings in her heart and met his gaze with unwavering determination.
Sun Haoran's lips moved slightly, but in the end, he said nothing and released Su Qing. Silently, Su Qing propped herself up, then turned to the wardrobe and pulled on a loose tank top. Sun Haoran also quietly began dressing.
The two walked silently to the living room door. Su Qing watched Sun Haoran's somewhat dejected back and the wounds on his body, feeling a deep sense of guilt toward him. After a moment of inner struggle, she finally spoke:
"Haoran... I'm sorry, I... I..."
"It's okay... I was too impulsive..."
"You've done so much for me... but I... I'm sorry, Haoran... I'm sorry..."
"Really, it's fine, Su Qing!"
Sun Haoran turned around, quickly walked over to Su Qing, and pulled her into a tight embrace. Su Qing was caught off guard, frozen in place as she stared at him wide-eyed. She raised her hands slightly but didn't push him away, instead leaning forward into his embrace. Sun Haoran held her even tighter, took a deep breath, and said:
"Su Qing, no matter what happens, I won't blame you. I'll love and protect you for the rest of my life!"
"Haoran... I..."
"I'll always protect you. I'll find a way to help you resolve this matter—there's always a solution!"
"Mhm... Haoran, thank you!"
"Why thank me between us? I'll head off now. Get some rest early, and I'll pick you up for school tomorrow morning!"
"Mhm..."
Sun Haoran patted Su Qing's back, then turned and walked toward the door. With a casual wave behind him, he disappeared from her sight. Watching his carefree demeanor, Su Qing was momentarily stunned. Today had completely reshaped her impression of Sun Haoran.
The once honest, simple, yet timid and cautious Sun Haoran was gone. In his place was a brave, dashing, and responsible young man. His previously awkward physique now seemed to radiate a sense of security.
("I never expected Haoran to suddenly become so... so mature. But I already have Jiang Yun... although... although I might no longer be worthy of Jiang Yun, being with Haoran because of this would be too unfair to him... Ah, if only Jiang Yun had been the one to save me today, I wouldn't have to think about all this... Hmm... no, that's not right either. If Jiang Yun found out, I wouldn't want to live anymore. Ah!!! God, what should I do...")
Su Qing stood in the living room, staring blankly at the empty doorway as her thoughts ran wild. In the end, she couldn't come up with a solution. Still, having Sun Haoran to share the burden with gave her a sense of reliance she hadn't felt that morning, easing some of her helplessness. Taking a few deep breaths, Su Qing turned and began tidying up the traces left in the room.
Finally, with a mix of anger and resentment, she stuffed the bedsheet into a bag and tossed it into the trash bin downstairs. Just as she was about to head home, she looked up and saw Su Lang, her younger brother, cautiously clutching his backpack as he made his way toward the house.
A wave of panic washed over Su Qing. So much had happened that afternoon that she'd completely forgotten her brother had gone to repair a computer with one of Luo Qiang's lackeys. With Luo Qiang angered that afternoon, she worried whether they had taken it out on Su Lang.
Su Qing hurried to Su Lang's side, but after a quick look, she found he wasn't injured. After asking a few questions, she learned that the tall, lanky guy at the digital mall had grown impatient and left long ago, leaving Su Lang alone.
Relieved, Su Qing patted Su Lang's shoulder, and the two returned home. After giving him a few reminders, they each went to their bedrooms. Once in his room, Su Lang quietly locked the door, then scrambled onto his bed, pulling out his phone to search through it. "Stick" was much easier to deal with than Luo Qiang and had sent him all the recorded videos from today's livestream.
Finally free from interruptions, Su Lang put on his headphones and selected a video to watch. As he saw his sister being violated on the screen and heard her captivating moans, one of his hands began moving rapidly.
Sun Haoran returned home in silence. His parents ran a small food stall in a bustling market and usually came back late, so the house was still empty at this hour. Entering his somewhat messy room, the corners of his mouth slowly curled upward, the smile growing wider until he couldn't hold back a loud laugh—a laugh filled with pain, anger, and a hint of triumph and madness.
It took a long time for Sun Haoran to stop laughing. The ferocity in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a calm demeanor. He pondered for a moment, then sent several messages from his phone before lying on his bed and recalling the day's events. It still felt somewhat unreal, like a dream, but he knew clearly it wasn't—it had all truly happened.
The aloof Teacher Lin had become Wang Kai's sex slave, and that morning, he had even experienced her "services" himself—far more exhilarating than his usual solo sessions. Then, in the afternoon, he had actually slept with Su Qing, the girl he had secretly—and openly—admired for so many years. What was once just a fantasy had become reality.
What's more, he had made his goddess climax four times. Although she had rejected him when he tried to take things further afterward, he knew that after the first time, a second would be easier. Women always viewed men they'd been intimate with differently.
Especially after watching the video of Jiang Yun and Su Qing together, Sun Haoran's confidence grew. That bastard Jiang Yun's performance was nowhere near his—he had only lasted a few minutes before finishing. The thought made Sun Haoran's face twist with contempt.
Just then, his phone chimed several times in a row. Picking it up, he saw the contacts were none other than Wang Kai and... Luo Qiang. Both had replied with an "OK," and Wang Kai followed up with another message: "You didn't disappoint me. That move was pretty sneaky!" This was accompanied by a lewd laugh.
("Sneaky? Hmph, maybe. But if it means I can have Su Qing, what does a little sneakiness matter?")
Sun Haoran didn't reply, instead focusing on reviewing the plan he had hastily devised that afternoon and considering any potential flaws in his next steps. He had never acted so much before, but it seemed Su Qing had been completely fooled. It appeared he had quite a talent for acting.
Moreover, the beating he had taken was real—it wasn't entirely an act. There was genuine emotion mixed in, making the performance all the more flawless.
Sun Haoran lay there, staring at the ceiling as he reflected on the events of the afternoon. Indeed, everything that had happened was a carefully orchestrated act—a "bitter flesh scheme" aimed at Su Qing.
Originally, Sun Haoran had been ready to give up outside Su Qing's door. But noticing something unusual about her home, he couldn't resist his curiosity and stepped inside, only to witness Luo Qiang and his gang humiliating Su Qing. Shock and fury surged through him.
Though Luo Qiang's threats initially made him flinch with fear, Su Qing's desperate cries for help suddenly filled him with an unexpected surge of courage and strength. Even when injured, he felt no pain.
After overpowering Luo Qiang and his two companions and retrieving the phone, Sun Haoran accidentally pressed the video playback button. The sight of his goddess, Su Qing, in an intimate act with the despised Jiang Yun shattered his rationality. Years of pent-up negativity erupted, twisting his love into a frenzied hatred.
No longer willing to be the backup, Sun Haoran resolved to change his fate. In that moment, he roared inwardly, "Why should I let Jiang Yun have Su Qing? She belongs to me!"
With his decision made, Sun Haoran lured Luo Qiang and the others downstairs. As they walked, a plan began to take shape in his mind. At first, Luo Qiang's group was reluctant to cooperate, but Sun Haoran cleverly dropped Wang Kai's name.
Sure enough, Luo Qiang had heard of Wang Kai. Knowing that Sun Haoran had connections with such a figure—a genuine underworld heavyweight—Luo Qiang's attitude shifted noticeably. After all, Luo Qiang and his crew were merely small-time bullies who picked on classmates, while Wang Kai was a true gangster with real influence. They knew better than to cross him.
With Wang Kai's name as leverage, the negotiation proceeded smoothly. Sun Haoran handed the aphrodisiac ointment to Luo Qiang and returned to Su Qing's apartment with the phone.
Everything then unfolded according to Sun Haoran's plan: Luo Qiang and his men burst back in, feigning a brawl with Sun Haoran. Sun Haoran deliberately threw Skinny Monkey near Su Qing, who seized the chance to restrain her and threaten Sun Haoran. Pretending helplessness, Sun Haoran surrendered and endured a brutal beating from the trio.
Su Qing was deeply moved, her heart imprinted with Sun Haoran's bravery. Guilt gnawed at her, knowing he had surrendered because of her.
This was only the first step—the bitter flesh scheme. Next, Luo Qiang humiliated Su Qing in front of Sun Haoran, pushing her boundaries further while secretly applying the aphrodisiac ointment to her most intimate area, gradually heightening her sensitivity.
Finally, leveraging Su Qing's guilt and the ongoing threat, Sun Haoran half-coerced her into intimacy with him. Once that line was crossed—whether forced or willing—their relationship was bound to change. And Sun Haoran proved more than capable, bringing Su Qing to climax repeatedly, leaving an indelible mark on her heart.
It must be said that years of observing Su Qing had given Sun Haoran a deep understanding of her. Every step proceeded smoothly according to his plan, except for the unexpected climax the moment Su Qing sat on his erection. However, Luo Qiang and the others adapted well on the spot, and the plan was ultimately carried out without a hitch.
Although Sun Haoran grew a bit impatient toward the end, wanting to engage with her again and being rejected, he wasn't worried. The real show had only just begun, and his confidence was now soaring.
"Su Qing... I must have you... Even if it ruins your life, I will have you... I only want you..."
Sun Haoran murmured to himself, staring at the ceiling, his gaze growing increasingly fervent. He reached a hand into the air as if grasping at something, as though Su Qing were right there before him.
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