The process of meeting Zhou Sinin was not complicated. Shaking her head, she tried not to think about it. Carefully folding her bra and panties, she tucked them onto a nearby stool. She was out for a meal and hadn’t anticipated it would be so late, even less so that she’d need to stay overnight, so she didn’t bring a change of clothes. Thus, both her underwear and outerwear needed to be kept well because she’d still have to wear them later or tomorrow morning. The most update n0vels are published on novᴇlfire.net Finally succumbing, she looked up into the bathroom mirror, eyes slightly bloodshot, to once again gaze upon her body that was once considered a prized possession but had now been defiled. Fair, bright, and delicate, with a softness akin to the water in a swimming pool, it wasn’t just the most shy, private parts of a girl, not just the most tempting budding nipples or the shameful crevice below, but every detail—shoulders, navel, legs, even elbows and knees—that were so charming and graceful, youthful and fit, seemingly without any wrinkles or flaws... But she looked again and again into the mirror, seeming to see through her skin and pores the dirt and filth, the shadow of Lu Jincheng, even smelling Lu Jincheng’s scent. She knew it was just psychological; she could only cast aside these helpless feelings of pain and imagination and let the hot water from the showerhead wash over her whole body. From her hair, to her shoulders, from her breasts, to her hips, from her thighs, to her feet—although it wasn’t at home and she was too lazy to bathe properly, a quick rub of her body with the hot water spreading over her skin seemed as if it could cleanse a bit, as if it could wash away some troubles and pain, yet it felt like some magical hypnotic liquid enshrouding her... Turning off the faucet, she dried herself with a clean white towel and put on her close-fitting panties again. As if worried about something, she rummaged through the closet and sure enough, found a clean set of silk guest pajamas, trying on the size which was slightly too big. But she didn’t want to sleep wearing a bra, as that would be very uncomfortable; nor did she want to sleep nude, feeling a bit unsafe and anxious, so she awkwardly changed into the slightly large pajamas. Then she burrowed into the two-meter King Size bed’s white soft bedding, immediately feeling the enveloping, gentle down comforter mixed with the slightly cool room temperature set at 22 degrees enhancing her drowsiness. Turning off the lights, the room instantly plunged into quiet and darkness, with only the half-moon over Brookmoon Lake trying hard to sprinkle a trace of night light through the curtains. She pulled the quilt over her head, thinking she would quickly fall asleep... but her thoughts wandered, coming repeatedly in a half-awake, half-asleep state. Of course, she could pretend nothing happened. But it already happened, and everything is different, isn’t it? Under her pajamas, she gently hugged her petite body with her two small arms, squeezing her small breasts tight, bending her knees, and pressing her long legs tightly together, as if trying to permanently hide her private parts within the muscles of her thighs. Is this exquisite small body truly still hers? This body that she had once secretly caressed in bed to elicit pleasure, that she ogled in the mirror feeling unusually seductive and especially lovable, that she could one day dedicate to her husband like a treasure—is it really still hers? The door was locked. But if Li Tong had given her a room card, Lu Jincheng also had one, and he could swipe the card to come in. If he were to come in after a night of singing and partying... apart from suppressing her shame and pain, covering her small mouth, controlling her humiliating but muffled cries, and obediently allowing him to once again ravage her tender body for the night, what else could she do? Perhaps under his commands and threats, not only would she have to curl up miserably and endure his abuse, but she would also have to actively spread her legs, release her hands, and reveal all her hidden secrets to him, inch by inch. Perhaps she would have to pose in certain postures, perhaps even make some moves, just like that night; perhaps she would have to call him "brother," "master," or even "daddy," using lewd epithets, humble self-references, unthinkable humiliation, and torment to please this man. And the saddest part is, that is no longer her greatest fear. She struggled too, ruminating over this with her not-so-knowing mind. Lu Jincheng was always different from those wealthy playboys who came to chase her around the base... He had done so much, put much effort into her, and meticulously planned everything. Could it really just be to enhance the pleasure of raping her? Sometimes she wondered if Lu Jincheng had developed some messed-up "love" for her, simply because no matter how much she thought about it, Mr. Lu’s actions seemed too bizarre. If you take away the part where he raped her, he’s almost like a selfless and powerful agent, packaging her past, managing her present, and crafting her future with measurements she found hard to understand. But, those horrifying photos, that humiliating assault, and every time she recalled what Lu Jincheng, in a tone both lascivious and threatening, whispered in her ear that night, "be obedient, absolutely obedient, submit, absolutely submit," she vaguely knew something.