Chapter 9: The Road of No Return p1
In the bedroom, Ye Ling, still in her wedding dress, sat at the vanity, removing her makeup and humming a song.
Hearing someone enter behind her, she didn’t turn around, feigning annoyance. “Finished your shower that quickly? Hmph, you must have just rushed through it…”
She had just spoken when, with a click, the lights were turned off, plunging the room into darkness.
“Why did you turn off the lights? You…”
Ye Ling was about to protest playfully when her body was suddenly lifted by a pair of strong arms and thrown onto the bed.
Her delicate frame bounced on the mattress. She cried out in surprise, but before she could protest, a dark figure pounced on her like a starving tiger, and a rain of feverish kisses fell upon her face.
“Ouch! You… don’t be in such a hurry… mmm…”
Before the words could leave her mouth, her lips were sealed by his, her complaints muffled. She was pinned down completely.
His mouth, reeking of alcohol, latched onto hers like a greedy leech, sucking her tender tongue out to possess it wantonly.
Next, with a violent rip, her wedding dress was torn open. Her full, snow-white breasts were instantly exposed to the air, only to be captured by a pair of large hands.
Ye Ling let out a muffled grunt of distress. This wedding dress was something she had carefully chosen herself, a treasured item. To think it would be ruined just like that—a flicker of resentment ignited within her.
She began to struggle in a fit of pique, resisting with all her might. But the man showed no sign of yielding; on the contrary, his actions grew even cruder. His hands kneaded her full breasts savagely, squeezing them until she cried out in pain. He pinched her nipples between his fingers, twisting them hard.
“Gently… why are you being so rough…”
Ye Ling finally managed to free her mouth, angrily trying to push the man off her. But his response was to bite down hard on her left breast, leaving two deep rows of teeth marks. Then he took the tender peak into his mouth and began to lick and suckle it with abandon.
“Heh heh… what a fine pair of tits… heh…”
The slurred words of praise, accompanied by the wet, smacking sounds of him suckling her nipple, were exceptionally lewd.
Finally, Ye Ling realized something was wrong. Though she couldn’t see the man’s face in the darkness, a woman’s intuition kicked in. She cried out in alarm, “Fang Qiang! Is that you?”
The dark figure let out a low, obscene chuckle. In that instant, the familiar feeling she once had for her lover returned completely. Who else could it be but Fang Qiang?
Ye Ling struggled to remain calm, crossing her arms over her chest to cover her naked breasts.
“Fang Qiang, what are you doing here? My husband will be back any minute. You need to leave, now!”
“Don’t worry, your husband won’t be coming back. I’ll be taking his place tonight.”
Ye Ling’s pretty face hardened. She threatened, “If you don’t leave, I’m going to scream for help!”
“Go ahead. Scream.”
Fang Qiang was completely unconcerned, his smile growing more blatant, more wicked.
Finally, the color drained from Ye Ling’s face. She sensed that things were dire. For him to be so brazen, he must have already dealt with everyone else in the villa. Screaming would be useless.
“What… what do you want?”
“Nothing much. Just a little compensation for my breakup losses.”
As he spoke, Fang Qiang’s right hand brazenly slipped under Ye Ling’s long skirt, stroking its way up her smooth thigh until it breached her lace panties.
Ye Ling cried out in shame, twisting her body as she cursed, “Stop it! You loser! Stop it…”
Fang Qiang let out a savage laugh. He raised his free left hand and slapped her hard across the face.
Ye Ling was stunned, hardly able to believe it was real. When she had dated Fang Qiang, he had never once hit her, never even spoken a harsh word to her. It was usually the other way around.
“Did you think I was the same old Fang Qiang? Ha, ha, you’re wrong!”
Fang Qiang laughed maniacally. His right hand continued its exploration inside her panties, conquering the soft, curly patch of grass. With a sudden, vicious tug, he ripped out a clump of her pubic hair.
Ye Ling screamed in pain, tears bursting from her eyes.
It was only then that she was truly terrified. She realized the man before her was not the Fang Qiang she had once known.
This Fang Qiang was filled with an aura of coldness and destruction. The eyes staring down at her held nothing but feverish possessiveness and a chilling, murderous intent that made her blood run cold.
“Are you looking to get hurt? Hmm?”
“No, no… please, let me go…” Ye Ling stammered.
This display of fearful, pleading weakness filled Fang Qiang with immense pleasure. In the past, his ex-girlfriend had always been domineering and imperious toward him; never had she been so submissive.
This made Fang Qiang realize on a deeper level that only through violence could a woman be truly made to submit to him.
He let out a guttural, cackling laugh. With a sudden, forceful movement of his right hand, he ripped the crotch of Ye Ling’s panties. He used his knee to force her beautiful legs apart, and the engorged dragon between his own legs began its charge toward the target.
“No! Please, don’t…”
Ye Ling sobbed, struggling desperately. But against Fang Qiang’s immense strength, enhanced by the synthesis agent, all her struggles were futile. In fact, they only served to further arouse his desire to conquer.
“Don’t what? Weren’t you planning on getting fucked tonight anyway? Just pretend I’m your new husband…” Fang Qiang panted with excitement. His erect member was already pressing against the warm entrance to her paradise. Lacking practical experience, however, he couldn’t find the way in and could only thrust blindly against the opening.
“No… Fang Qiang, you can’t do this… Think of the Lord! He is in heaven, watching your every move…” Ye Ling cried out, a desperate gambit.
The Lord?
Hearing that long-unspoken word, Fang Qiang’s body went rigid. For days, he had been running from it, instinctively refusing to think of “the Lord.” In the depths of his heart, he was utterly disappointed in “the Lord,” yet years of devout faith could not be erased so quickly. It left him in a state of deep conflict and pain, forcing him to adopt an attitude of passive avoidance.
But now, Ye Ling had brought Him up.
“It’s not too late to stop, Qiang…”
Sensing his hesitation, Ye Ling saw a flicker of hope. She even used the intimate name from their relationship, trying to move him.
“You haven’t made a terrible mistake yet, Qiang. If you stop now, the Lord will forgive you. He will, I promise. The Lord will forgive you…”
Her voice grew gentler. She even gave his cheek a placating kiss. But at the peak of this tender moment, she suddenly kicked out with all her might, sending him flying. At the same time, she grabbed the marble lamp from the nightstand and smashed it over his head.
CRASH!
The lamp shattered into pieces, but Fang Qiang’s head was unharmed—if he hadn’t been injected with the synthesis agent, the outcome would surely have been the reverse. Still, the heavy blow left him momentarily dizzy.
Ye Ling screamed and rolled off the bed. Crying for help, she scrambled barefoot out of the bedroom.
She sprinted down the stairs. Just as she was about to bolt from the villa, she heard a rushing sound from above. A completely naked Fang Qiang had leaped directly from the third floor, blocking her path.
He landed on all fours. His eyes glowed with a feral light as he flicked his tongue out. The strange, terrifying posture was reminiscent of a lizard.
Ye Ling was scared out of her wits. She instinctively turned and fled back the way she came. Before she had taken two steps, someone stepped on the back of her white skirt. The momentum of her running tore the garment in two, exposing her long, snow-white legs.
“Stay away! Help me… Stay away!”
