In the expansive villa, the laughter and chatter of revelers kept echoing. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novęlfire.net "Goddess 101," as a talent show, drew attention solely with the contestants’ self-introduction segment. Yu Qingyue unzipped and took off her tracksuit, folding it neatly; she tugged at the soft waistline, removing the tight-fitting white tank top and folding it neatly; she undid the adhesive side straps at her waist, taking off her workout pants and hanging them on the chair back... stripping down to just her bra and panties. Previously, at this moment, she couldn’t help but admire her captivating figure in lingerie in the mirror, even striking a playful pose with a hint of cheeky pride. But now, she was truly exhausted, stopping only briefly before continuing, unfastening the bra clasp with a "poof," removing the powder-blue lace-patterned cotton bra, allowing her budding breasts to be freely released. Her rosy nipples, as always, made a cute bounce as they brushed past the confines of the bra. She slid her powder-blue lace panties down her thighs, glancing, perhaps deliberately or unintentionally, to see if there were any stains on the fabric in the crotch... Suddenly, she wondered, was she increasingly choosing to deliberately wear matching sets of underwear? Was it because of that day, the first time in her life, when she was violated and toyed with by a man, that terrifying man’s teasing and lecherous words? That night, did he deliberately humiliate her, or was it just amusement, suggesting she "should pay attention to matching her underwear"? Even while being molested endlessly, preparing to face the breakthrough of rape and humiliation, somehow those words still left her feeling a bit ashamed... What had happened to her? Did she really need to start matching her underwear, to make herself appear more seductive and charming? Was it her inherent nymphomania, or had something akin to some sinister charm taken hold after falling into this Devil’s hands? She shook her head, refusing to think about it. She folded the bra and panties neatly, tucking them into the seat beside her. Since she came out for dinner, she hadn’t anticipated staying so late or staying overnight, so she didn’t bring a change of clothes, thus both the underwear and her outerwear needed to be preserved for wearing later or the next morning. Finally, she couldn’t resist looking into the bathroom mirror, raising her slightly bloodshot eyes to once again view her body that once was her treasure, but now had been defiled. Fair, radiant, tender, it seemed as if it could transform into the pool water with its soft and delicate beauty, not just the most shy private parts of a girl, not just the most alluring berry nipples and shame of the groin, but every detail, shoulder, navel, leg, even elbow and knee, all so delicate and exquisite, youthful and fit, seemingly without any wrinkles or flaws... Yet staring into the mirror repeatedly, she felt she could see dirt and filth beneath her skin and pores, see Lu Jincheng’s shadow, even smell Jincheng’s scent. She knew it was just psychological, able only to put aside such helpless pain and imagination, letting the hot water spray from the shower head wash over her body. From the top of her head, to her shoulders, from her breasts, to her buttocks, from her thighs, to her feet, not feeling like meticulously washing since she wasn’t at home, randomly scrubbing her body, letting the hot water spread over her skin, as if cleansing it more thoroughly, as if rinsing away some troubles and pain, yet somehow like a magical hypnotic liquid enveloping her... Turning off the tap, she used a clean large white towel to dry her body, then put on the snug little panties. As if worrying about something, she rummaged through the wardrobe, indeed finding a clean guest silk pajamas set, tried it on and found the size slightly large. But she didn’t want to sleep wearing a bra, it was uncomfortable; nor did she want to sleep naked, feeling somewhat insecure and anxious, so she randomly put on the slightly larger pajamas. Then she climbed into the two-meter King Size bed’s snow-white soft bed sheets and blankets, immediately, the cozy, gentle sensation from the down feathers combined with the adjusted slightly cool room temperature set at 22 degrees, made her feel even more weary. Turning off the lights, the room immediately plunged into quiet darkness, with only the crescent moonlight from Crescent Lake outside striving to peek through the curtains. She covered her head with the blanket, thinking she could fall asleep quickly... But her half-asleep thoughts kept lingering. She could, of course, pretend nothing had happened. But it did happen, everything was already different, wasn’t it? She gently hugged her petite body under the pajamas with her two little arms, pressing her small breasts tightly, knees bent, her long legs squeezing tightly, as if trying to forever conceal her private parts between her thigh muscles. Was this wonderful little body really still belonging to her? This body she had secretive pleasure from, giving herself clandestine delight in the bed, found extra adorable and alluring when spying in the mirror, planned to cherish like a treasure to offer to her future husband; did it really still belong to her? The door was locked. But if Li Tong had given her a room card, Lu Jincheng likely had one too, he could swipe the card to enter, couldn’t he? What if he came in after singing and drinking tonight to find her... Apart from stifling her shame and pain, covering her mouth, controlling her suffocated cries, submitting to him quietly for another assault, letting him indulge in her tender little body to spend the night, what could she do? Even under his orders and threats, perhaps she would not only curl up helplessly, enduring his abuse; but also proactively spread her legs, open her arms, revealing the secrets she tried to hide, offering herself inch by inch for his pleasure; maybe even posing certain positions, doing certain actions, just like that night; maybe even calling out "brother," "master," or even "daddy," using lewd nicknames, degrading self-references, unimaginable shame and agony, to entertain this man.