Chapter 9: The Road of No Return p2
Hearing his ex-girlfriend’s terrified screams, watching her flee with her fair legs and tender feet bare, Fang Qiang felt an infinite, savage desire rise within him. Like a hunter, he savored the thrill of pursuing his prey.
He deliberately chose not to catch her right away. Instead, he kept reaching out, grabbing at her wedding dress, watching her struggle for her life, subconsciously tearing at her own clothes to get free. Scraps of fabric flew through the air. Bit by bit, her alluring, curvaceous body was exposed. The beautiful figure he had once longed to see but never could was now on full display for his enjoyment.
With every panicked step, her full breasts bounced, the pale flesh of her buttocks trembling. To be able to strip this bitch naked with his own hands—the feeling was incredible. Hahaha…
By the time Ye Ling, in her panic, stumbled back into the bedroom, the only thing she had left on was a pair of torn lace panties.
With a click, Fang Qiang turned the bedroom lights back on. In the stark white light, Ye Ling cowered in a corner, trembling like a wounded lamb.
“Let me go, Fang Qiang… for the sake of what we once had, please, let me go…”
Fang Qiang stared at her naked body, his eyes burning with a bestial fire. He advanced on her, step by step. “No.”
Ye Ling despaired. She tried to shrink away, to escape, but Fang Qiang moved like lightning. Like a hawk snatching a chick, he seized her.
“Tonight, I’m here precisely for what we once had! Ha, just accept your fate!”
He lifted her, threw her back onto the bed, and lunged on top of her once more.
This was no longer the frail, powerless scholar he had once been. The enhancement agent had transformed his formerly thin body, making it as toned and powerful as an athlete’s. The chest that Ye Ling had once jokingly called as soft as a woman’s and the belly that had been soft with lack of exercise were now masses of corded, explosive muscle.
“You…”
Seeing Fang Qiang’s body, as perfect as a statue of David, Ye Ling might have blushed with excitement before their breakup, perhaps even been overcome with lust. But now, his strength only brought her infinite terror, especially the weapon between his legs. Engorged with blood, it was now swollen to the size of a flashlight, swaggering menacingly before her.
Ye Ling cried and struggled, futile and helpless, but it was no use. Her fists and feet beat against his body as if striking rubber, the impact only hurting her own limbs. Fang Qiang was like an immovable statue, letting her pummel and kick him. Compared to the police-academy-trained Ruan Lin, Ye Ling’s strength was even less. Aside from using his hands to shield his relatively vulnerable groin, he could ignore the blows to the rest of his body.
Only when Ye Ling had exhausted her last ounce of strength did Fang Qiang grab her wrists and pin her to the soft mattress.
“No! Let me go… Don’t… Please!”
His once-proud girlfriend pleaded again. Fang Qiang held her down, one hand pinning both of her wrists, the other impatiently tearing away the last scrap of fabric covering her.
With a rip, the tattered lace panties were reduced to shreds in his demonic claws.
Ye Ling twisted her hips desperately, her legs flailing, and began to sob. But by now, Fang Qiang’s heart was as hard as stone. His hairy hand rested on her snow-white thigh, stroking the impossibly smooth skin, exploring upward, until it reached her inner thigh.
Touching the most intimate part of her body again, Fang Qiang’s breathing grew heavy. Ye Ling’s sex was exquisitely formed. Her mound was like a tightly closed flower bud, and her full, plump labia were a vibrant pink, like two jade gates shut tight, leaving only a small, deep red slit. A thin circle of black pubic hair was distributed only around her clitoris and the upper edge of her labia majora.
When Fang Qiang carefully parted the two shells with his fingers, the tender inner core of her virgin flower was exposed to him. The captivating flesh glistened under the crystal light, as if joyfully welcoming its guest.
Fang Qiang was thrilled to see the thin membrane that signified her virginity. To see a real virgin’s sex up close, in such bright light, was a first for him. He was glad he hadn’t broken her hymen right away. A fine wine must be savored to be understood, and a beautiful woman even more so.
“The gate is opened for you for the first time today! Ah Ling, you’ve been so good to me!”
Unconsciously, Fang Qiang had released her other hand. Though her hands were free, Ye Ling was now too terrified to even think of resisting. Because in Fang Qiang’s eyes, which burned with a wicked lust, were not the black pupils of a human, but a pair of glowing, green, vertical slits.
Those were definitely not human eyes. He had only ever seen eyes like that in close-ups of reptiles on the Discovery Channel.
Stared at by those python-like eyes, Ye Ling was too scared to resist. She closed her eyes, her hands gripping the bedsheets, her body trembling as she resigned herself to the coming storm.
Fang Qiang lowered his head and, without another word, pressed his mouth against the pink jade gate. He flicked his tongue out like a chameleon, licking her core, then began to suckle greedily.
The first time she had been licked by a man’s hot, wet mouth, a numbing, itching sensation, like an electric current, shot through her lower body. She instinctively tried to clamp her legs shut, but his head was between them, and she could only tremble helplessly. She wanted to fight back, but the memory of his terrifying eyes paralyzed her.
“Ah… ah…”
The inexperienced Fang Qiang licked for a long time. Gradually, Ye Ling began to feel something. Her hands gripped the soft mattress, her whole body on the verge of convulsing. Under the clumsy probing of his tongue, her tender labia began to part, and a stream of warm, clear fluid flowed from her love hole.
Is it ready now?
Feeling that she was wet, Fang Qiang, who had been holding back for a long time, could wait no longer. He lifted her right leg onto his shoulder, pulled her hips toward him, and after adjusting his own erection once more, he pinned her legs down. The massive head of his cock, already pressed against her core, was now ready for the final assault.
“My dear Ah Ling, thank you for saving your virginity for me all this time… Hehehe, I won’t be polite then…”
“No! Fang Qiang, no!”
On the verge of being deflowered, Ye Ling, who had been as terrified as a lamb, suddenly found her courage. She kicked her legs, trying to fight back. But it was too late. Fang Qiang’s strong arms had her lower body completely under control. With his aim true, his massive cock simply thrust forward…
With Ye Ling’s tragic wail, Fang Qiang’s massive member easily breached the city gates and drove deep inside. In a single strike, he had completely destroyed the mark of her virginity, utterly possessing the beautiful woman beneath him.
The blood of her lost virginity and the tears of her pain splattered at the same time, leaving an indelible mark on the expensive bedsheets.
Ye Ling cried out, her innocent face pale with pain. She almost wished she were dead. Compared to Fang Qiang’s weapon, her newly opened gate was far too small and tight. After the initial penetration, her outer labia were stretched to their limit, the tender pink instantly replaced by a bright, vivid red.
“So tight, so fucking tight! It’s squeezing me so tight! This feels amazing! So good!”
Completely ignoring her feelings, Fang Qiang began to pump with a wild, reckless energy, driving his hard spear in and out of her tight flower.
“I have to thank you for that blow to the head! You made me see this world for what it truly is…”
“…see the hypocrisy of humanity…”
“…the deceitfulness of women…”
“…the emptiness of the Lord…”
With every word he spat out, he drove himself deeper, reveling in the pleasure of completely conquering her body.
“From that moment on, I, Fang Qiang, am no longer a follower of the Lord… but a villain who has started down a road of no return… who has sold his body and soul to the devil… Hahaha, a villain!”
Fang Qiang laughed maniacally, a sense of indescribable release filling him. All the pent-up depression, pain, and indignation of the past days were swept away in this carnal union.
He wielded his weapon with even more frenzy, ravaging Ye Ling’s once-pure garden, completely ignoring her sorrowful cries. Her fair neck, her full breasts, her smooth skin—all were covered in his saliva and teeth marks. And, of course, he forced her mouth open, his tongue exploring every corner, “communicating” with hers.
At first, Ye Ling could still muster a weak resistance, her long fingernails digging into his thick muscles, scratching futilely, leaving white marks. But as the assault continued, even this resistance was crushed. Her mind gradually went blank. The intense pain between her legs seemed to go numb. Her body rocked back and forth with his thrusts, like a lifeless doll.
She passed out, only regaining consciousness when Fang Qiang let out a powerful, shuddering release. The hot semen burned the bleeding wound, making her cry out in pain.
“How was it? Feel good?”
Having completed his first sexual act, Fang Qiang collapsed beside her, still not fully satisfied, his hand still stroking her bare chest.
Ye Ling, crying, said, “Are you satisfied? Can you go now? I don’t want to see you again.”
“What’s the hurry? The night is long. I haven’t had my fill of looking at you yet,” Fang Qiang said with a grin, blowing hot air into her ear, his hand continuing to play with the soft, full flesh, his breathing growing heavy again.
At first, Ye Ling closed her eyes and ignored him. But she soon felt that something was wrong. She opened her eyes and gasped in horror.
The massive dragon that had just erupted had already recovered and was once again standing at attention, brandishing itself at her. Its size was truly terrifying.
The thought that this monstrous thing had been what had taken her virginity made her whole body tremble. She let out a horrified scream and, ignoring the pain of her first night, leaped up, trying to escape this terrifying man.
But she had barely jumped off the bed before her hair was grabbed and she was dragged back. She was forced into a lewd, ass-up position. Then, a sharp pain shot through her swollen flower as the hard object was thrust into her from behind, filling her completely.
“I told you, the night is long. This is just the beginning,” Fang Qiang panted, holding her as he began to pump at high speed, embarking on a new conquest.
At first, Ye Ling instinctively cried and struggled, but her strength was quickly depleted. She could only sob and moan silently, completely giving up all resistance, letting him vent his lust inside her.
This time, Fang Qiang had clearly learned a few “tricks.” He was no longer just mindlessly thrusting. As he enjoyed her tender flesh, he constantly changed positions and movements, exploring the sensitive areas of her body.
In truth, his technique was not very sophisticated, but Ye Ling was also a novice. She had never been subjected to such a continuous assault. Her numb body gradually began to adapt, and a slick, lustful fluid began to be secreted from their joining. Eventually, to lessen the pain of his thrusts, she began to unconsciously sway her hips, making it look as if she were willingly participating.
This greatly encouraged Fang Qiang. He could clearly feel her lower body growing wetter, and he pumped with even more excitement and vigor.
And Ye Ling, the victim, gradually felt a strange change in her own body. The pain was still intense, but it was no longer as unbearable as before. A throbbing sensation began to build in her lower abdomen. The physical reaction made her moan unconsciously.
Though she had been a virgin before tonight, that didn’t mean she had never masturbated. The feeling was not unfamiliar to her. The thought that she was getting pleasure from being raped filled her with an immense sense of shame. She wanted to fight back, but Fang Qiang’s powerful body pinned her down, making it impossible to refuse the “sensations” he was giving her.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, but she felt as limp as cotton. All resistance and attempts to escape had ceased without her even realizing it. Fang Qiang, excited by the doggy-style position, flipped her over and forced her to straddle his thighs, her legs wrapped around his waist, and continued to rape her in a seated position.
Ye Ling began to sweat. Her pained cries were unknowingly replaced by moans of confusion and pleasure, which grew louder and louder. Encouraged by his girlfriend’s cries, Fang Qiang grew more and more excited. He pulled his juice-slicked cock out, lifted her onto the camel-hair rug, and arranged her in a crawling position. He lifted her legs and once again entered her from behind.
“Move! Or I’ll fuck you to death!”
Fang Qiang forced Ye Ling to crawl on the rug like a dog, his thick, long weapon drilling into her again and again, fucking her all over the room, like he was pushing a wheelbarrow.
After forcing her to crawl around the bedroom a few times, Fang Qiang pushed his “wheelbarrow” out onto the attached balcony. He had her stand up, her hands gripping the railing, her ass raised high, and he continued to fuck her from behind. By now, Ye Ling had completely abandoned all thoughts of resistance. She was like a frail lamb, trembling and crying under the continuous assault of his weapon, slowly being brought to the shore of orgasm.
“It’s fake, it’s all fake! The Lord will grant us happiness—it’s all bullshit! Only absolute power, absolute authority—that’s what’s real!”
Feeling his ex-girlfriend beneath him, being forced to a humiliating orgasm by his continuous rape, Fang Qiang was ecstatic beyond measure. He was proud of his sexual prowess, and even more proud of his superpowers.
Ye Ling’s eyes were now glazed over, her breaths coming in short gasps. Her naked body was covered in tiny beads of sweat, and the nipples he held in his hands were hard and erect. Fang Qiang’s body was like a tireless pile driver, hammering his thick cock into her again and again. Amid the slick, wet sounds of their joining, the unskilled Fang Qiang used his frenzied pumping to force Ye Ling into a state of madness.
When this madness reached its peak, Ye Ling was the first to break. Her body twitched, and under the continuous assault of his cock, she completely surrendered. Her tender flower sucked at the head of his penis, and the moment her cervix opened, a gush of female essence flowed out. Bathed in the baptism of his ex-girlfriend’s juices, Fang Qiang let out a roar of his own. He gripped her high breasts tightly, his cock pressed against her cervix, and returned the favor with wave after wave of thick, hot seed.
The long, continuous rape finally came to an end. Ye Ling rested her head limply on the cold railing, her chest heaving, panting nonstop. Her body was supported only by Fang Qiang behind her, keeping her from collapsing to the floor.
He pulled out his cock, slick with her juices and virgin blood. Watching the mixture of semen and her fluids trickle down her inner thighs, Fang Qiang’s confidence reached its absolute peak.
When an angel falls, the first thing it does is turn around, give the middle finger to heaven, and shout “fuck you.” Then it proceeds to tear down and destroy everything it once believed in.
He screamed in his mind: “I can fuck any woman in the world I want! I can do anything I ever wanted to do but never dared! There is no one God. Now, I am a god. Now, I am God!”
Outside, the night was still as black as ink. The city, with its scattered lights, trembled beneath his feet. Looking out at this city, shrouded in a halo of depravity, the angel who had abandoned his faith believed that one day, he would become its master.
He carried Ye Ling back inside. Still not satisfied, he wanted a third round…
The frenzied lovemaking continued until five in the morning. Watching his treacherous ex-girlfriend climax again and again in shame and lust, begging him for mercy in her ecstasy, until she finally collapsed into a deep sleep, Fang Qiang’s heart was filled with pride.
After a night of reveling in his triumph, his exhilarated mood finally calmed as dawn approached.
The moment his head cleared, Fang Qiang knew he was in deep trouble.
Breaking into the home of a famous tycoon, knocking out the master and servants, and raping his new wife—these were serious crimes. If he was caught, a harsh punishment awaited him.
But Fang Qiang had no regrets. He knew he had started down a road of no return. The only way was forward. There was no turning back.
He thought for a moment, then got up and ransacked the villa, finding a great deal of jewelry and cash, which he stuffed into a small bag. Then he found a digital camera, returned to the bedroom, woke Ye Ling, and took several nude photos of her.
“Don’t call the police. Otherwise… well, you know the consequences.”
With that, amid Ye Ling’s hateful, indignant glare, he swaggered away.
He went down to the second floor, to the bathroom. The rich kid Qian Sheng was still tied up in the bathtub, soaking wet, still unconscious as a log.
Standing over him, Fang Qiang thought for a moment, then went to the kitchen, found a small fruit knife, and returned to perform a small surgery on Qian Sheng.
The surgery was simple. He just made two small, shallow cuts, less than a centimeter long, on the man’s groin. The damage was just enough to ensure that he would be impotent for the rest of his life.
“Ah Ling is mine. No one is going to take her from me.”
With a cold snort, Fang Qiang left the villa, found his clothes by the road, and after walking for a long way, caught a ride back home.
The moment he got home, he began to pack his bags, planning to hide out in another city for a few days. If they didn’t call the police, he could always come back.
He didn’t have much to pack. Besides some simple clothes, the most important things were the data Professor Mo had left him, some simple lab equipment and chemicals, and the few vials of the newly synthesized agent.
Fang Qiang carefully placed the synthesis agent in his suitcase. He knew that his top priority was to successfully develop the agent, to make the versions fused with other animal genes usable. That way, in addition to changing color, he would have even more superpowers, become a truly invincible superman, and never be bullied by anyone again.
The biggest problem now was, where would he find test subjects?
After he had finished packing, Fang Qiang picked up his suitcase and hurried out the door.
