It was soon time for the school term to start. March was the season of budding grass and chirping orioles. Shaking her head, she chose not to dwell on such thoughts. She carefully folded her bra and panties, tucking them onto a nearby stool. She hadn’t anticipated staying out this late, let alone spending the night, and hadn’t brought a change of clothes. Hence, both her underwear and outerwear needed to be preserved—they’d still be needed either later or tomorrow morning. Unable to suppress the urge, she raised her bloodshot eyes to the bathroom mirror, catching sight of her body—once cherished like a treasure, but now violated and sullied by another’s pleasure. Fair, radiant, tender as though submerged in the soft and silky waters of a pool. Not only the most private, shy places of a girl, not only the enticing budding nipples and the seam between her thighs, but every detail—her shoulders, navel, legs, even her elbows and knees—was enchanting and exquisitely delicate. Youthful and toned, seemingly unmarked by wrinkles or flaws... But as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, it felt as though she could glimpse the filth and impurity festering deep within her skin and pores, the shadow of Lu Jincheng’s touch, and even the phantom scent of his body. The source of this content ɪs novel_fіre.net She knew these were merely psychological effects, and that she had to shake off the helpless pain and unsettling imagination. She let the hot water cascade from the showerhead, washing over her entire body—from the tips of her hair to her shoulders, from the curves of her breasts to the cleft of her buttocks, from the length of her thighs to the soles of her feet. Normally, she wouldn’t bother to meticulously bathe at home, carelessly scrubbing her body instead. Yet now, the hot water spreading across her skin seemed to cleanse her a bit more thoroughly, as though flushing away some worries and pain. It felt like a magical, hypnotic liquid, enveloping her. Turning off the faucet, she dried her body with a clean, large white towel, slipping back into her snug little panties. As if wary of something, she rummaged through the wardrobe and found, as expected, a clean set of guest silk pajamas. She tried them on; the size was slightly oversized. She didn’t want to wear a bra to sleep—it was uncomfortable—but neither did she want to sleep naked, a creeping sense of insecurity gnawing at her. So she resigned herself to wearing the slightly larger pajamas, crawling into the soft, snow-white bedding of the two-meter King Size bed. Instantly, the gentle, warm embrace of the down-filled comforter mingled with the room’s cool, moderated temperature set to 22 degrees, further intensifying her drowsiness. When she extinguished the lights, the room plunged into quiet darkness, illuminated only faintly by the moon over Creeklake, which struggled to cast its light through the curtains. She pulled the blanket over her head, hopeful that sleep would come swiftly... But instead, half-dreaming, half-conscious thoughts cascaded ceaselessly. She could certainly pretend, feign as if nothing had ever happened. But it had happened—everything was irrevocably different now, wasn’t it? Softly, she curled her slender arms beneath her pajamas, hugging her own delicate frame tightly. She pressed her small breasts together, curling her knees, locking her long legs together as though trying to forever hide the intimate parts of her body within the insides of her thighs. Does this exquisite little body truly still belong to her? The same body she had secretly caressed under the covers to feel pleasure, the same body she had admired in the mirror, finding it irresistibly charming and alluring, the body she had once envisioned as a sacred treasure, to one day offer to her future husband—does it really still belong to her? The door was locked. But if Li Tong had given Lu Jincheng a room card, he could still swipe his way in, couldn’t he? If he wanted to come and find her after finishing his late-night singing... What could she do except suppress her shame and sorrow, cover her mouth, control her humiliating yet muffled cries, obediently letting him violate her again, using her tender body to sate himself overnight? What could she do? And under his commands and threats, perhaps she wouldn’t only be forced to curl up in helpless vulnerability, enduring his brutal indulgence; perhaps she’d even be compelled to voluntarily spread her legs, spread her arms, exposing all the hidden parts she had attempted to conceal, offering herself inch by inch for him to ravage. Maybe she’d strike specific poses, maybe she’d perform particular movements, just like that night. Maybe she’d even call him "Brother," call him "Master," or even call him "Daddy"—using depraved titles, humbling terms, unimaginable humiliation and torment to please this man. And the saddest thing was, this wasn’t even her greatest fear. She had struggled, using her still-naive little mind, to think this over repeatedly. Lu Jincheng, he wasn’t like those rich, spoiled heirs who visited the base merely to chase after her. He was different... He had done so much to her—too many things, too much effort, too many schemes. He had worked so hard to elevate her, orchestrating her packaging in the shadows. Could it really all be just to heighten his thrill when raping her? The reason she occasionally entertained the fantasy that Lu Jincheng might harbor some kind of twisted "love" for her was because, no matter how she dissected it, the things Mr. Lu had done simply defied convention. If she set aside the part of him raping her, he practically resembled a selfless and powerful manager, operating on unfathomable standards to mold her past, manage her present, and craft her future. Yet, the terrifying photos, the degrading violation, and every time her mind replayed Lu Jincheng’s taunting yet threatening words in her ear that night—the ones dripping with vile admonitions: "Obedience, absolute obedience. Submission, absolute submission."—she could vaguely piece something together.