Seeing Yao Ji’s silence, Zong Jun made a move as if to return to her delicate core. Yao Ji, already weak and trembling, felt a wave of wetness between her legs, a dampness that spread even to her back passage. A delicious itch bloomed within her, a growing ache in her lower belly. If his restless tongue continued its exploration, she feared she might lose control entirely. With a soft bite of her lip, she lowered her head, her voice a whisper, "I won't run."
Zong Jun, satisfied, pressed a kiss to her lips, his tongue delving inside to share the sweet taste he’d just savored. He watched as Yao Ji, eyes brimming with tears, swallowed, then released his grip on her hips, turning her over and discarding her clothes. By the candlelight, he admired his wife’s body.
"This time, I'll let it go. But if I ever hear such foolish talk again," Zong Jun said, a slight smile playing on his lips as he pinched her nipples, "it won't be just a spanking."
Yao Ji, bewildered, asked, "W-what foolish talk?"
Zong Jun, who had been fuming for half the night, was incensed that she seemed to have forgotten the whole incident. His brow furrowed. "Didn't you say you wouldn't stay with me anymore?"
His voice dropped, a sudden shift that made the young woman in his arms tremble. She had spoken in anger, words tossed out in the heat of the moment. But Zong Jun had taken them to heart. The thought of Moroha fueled his jealousy. "If not with me, then who? Hmm?" Yao Ji sobbed, unable to answer. Zong Jun’s hands tightened on her br3asts, kneading and pulling at her n1pples until they were swollen and red. "Did you mean to stay with Moroha? Tell me!"
Even Yao Ji, in her distress, knew she had to deny it. "N-no…" She hadn’t realized he was jealous. This brute was being utterly unreasonable! There was nothing between her and Moroha, yet he used it as an excuse to torment her. Her bottom still ached, her br3asts were sore, and she knew what his hardness between her legs meant. He was going to take her, and with his anger burning so brightly, she might not be able to walk for days. Tears streamed down her face. "You… you just want to bully me… you brute!"
Zong Jun, a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness swirling within him, adored her tear-streaked face.
"Who else would I bully?" He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Remember this: only I can bully you. No other man." His hands returned to her br3asts, kneading the soft flesh. "Only I can touch you here. Only my c0ck can have you. Understand?"
Yao Ji bristled at his dominance. She started to shake her head, but stopped as he raised a hand, not towards her bottom, but towards her tender br3asts. A sob escaped her. " …Understood."
"Repeat it."
Under his forceful gaze, shame flooded her cheeks. Tears trembled on her lashes as she whispered, her voice broken, repeating his vulgar words. "Only Zong Jun… can touch Yaoyao's br3asts… Only Zong Jun's… c0ck…can have… my…my core…"
By the time she finished, she was weeping openly. Zong Jun pulled her close, kissing away her tears. "Why cry? You're my wife. Isn't it natural for me to take you?" He gently soothed her aching bottom, his mouth closing around a n1pple, sucking and licking. "I won't just take you. I'll fill your belly with my seed, make you swell with my child."
Yao Ji, mortified by his crude words, pounded her fists against his chest. "Don't say that, you brute! Don't say that!"
He chuckled, unfazed by her weak blows. Seeing her tears subside, he offered his hardened length to her hand. "Good girl, Yaoyao. Take your husband's c0ck." She hesitated, her hands trembling, and in that moment of uncertainty, he thrust himself inside her.