A sticky wetness on his lower abdomen created a distinct resistance as he pulled away. He looked down. It was all wasted, smeared across her soft, white bvttocks, filling her crevice and spilling onto the sheets, painting a lascivious scene.

Dissatisfied, Qiao Qi gathered it all in his hands and, before her entrance could tighten, pushed it back inside.

Unfortunately, it didn't stay put for long. Qiao Qi scowled, thinking he'd have to find something to plug that disobedient little mouth.

He carried Niu Shurui into the bathroom and began washing the sticky residue from her body. Suddenly, he froze. He saw the bite mark on her left thigh.

His thumb traced the indentation, feeling the bruised flesh. The bite was so savage; he could easily imagine Niu Shurui’s agony, her body tense, squeezing the man on top of her until his vision blurred, desperate to fvck her into the mattress.

He would never bite her so hard, never leave a mark. Who was this man who had so easily claimed her with his teeth?

Qiao Qi trembled with rage. Gripping her neck, he pulled her closer, pushed aside the silken strands of hair at the nape of her neck, and bit down.

The back of the neck was a spot both hidden and obvious. He chose it deliberately, a message to anyone who dared to look at her: she was his. Niu Shurui’s limbs shook with pain. She instinctively tried to lift her head, to push him away, but he held her head against his shoulder, trapping her. Qiao Qi bit down harder, his teeth sinking deep.

Crimson blood welled up, trickling down her skin and into the water, staining the pristine stream a delicate pink before dissipating.

He held on until Niu Shurui, numb with pain, stopped struggling. Finally, he released her. His lips and teeth were stained red, making him look like a bloodthirsty demon.

He ran his tongue over the wound, lapping up the blood.

When the bleeding stopped, Qiao Qi examined his mark with satisfaction. He cupped her face and kissed her, staining her soft lips crimson.

After cleaning her, Qiao Qi placed Niu Shurui back in bed. He left the room, phone in hand, repeatedly dialing a number.

After a dozen attempts, the call was finally answered with a barrage of curses. “You little b4stard! Do you know what time it is? You don’t need sleep, but I do! Do you know I just finished surgery and you woke me up?”

“Dad,” Qiao Qi said, ignoring the outburst, his voice calm and rational. “I’m going to marry Niu Niu.”

There was a pause, followed by a scoff. “…You want to marry her? What’s that got to do with me? The important thing is, does she want to marry you? I don’t recall Shurui having those feelings for you.”

Qiao Yushan’s words stung. Qiao Qi closed his eyes and continued, “Talk to Niu Niu’s parents for me in the next couple of days.”

“Why don’t you do it yourself?”

“I will. But I have more important things to do right now.” He had to keep Niu Shurui under his watch, prevent any more unforeseen circumstances from disrupting his plans.

Qiao Yushan yawned. “Fine. But I’m just putting in a word. Whether it works out or not is up to them.” He paused, then added, “Qiao Qi, you can’t force someone to love you. If Shurui doesn’t love you…”

“Beep…beep…beep…” Qiao Yushan stared at the disconnected call, then threw his phone onto the bed in frustration. How could such an upright man like himself raise a son like Qiao Qi?

He didn’t expect him to be a model citizen, but at least be normal!

After a while, he rubbed his aching temples, resigned. He knew this day was coming. He’d seen the way Qiao Qi looked at Niu Shurui, like he wanted to devour her.

He just hoped Qiao Qi would exercise some restraint, not do anything too drastic. One wrong step could push Niu Shurui further away.

***

Pain flooded Niu Shurui’s mind as she regained consciousness. Her body trembled uncontrollably, weak and aching, especially her lower abdomen. It throbbed as if something too large had been forced inside.

The pain kept her immobile. She lay in bed, steeling herself before attempting to sit up. As soon as her feet touched the floor, her knees buckled. She almost collapsed.

Defeated, she sank back onto the bed, a sharp pain shooting through her bvttocks.

Instantly, she knew something was wrong. She lifted her skirt and saw the horrifying evidence between her legs. The tenderness from Ye Li’s earlier ministrations was now inflamed and swollen.

Even without examining herself internally, she knew what she would find. As she moved, the remnants of last night’s violation began to seep out, soaking her underwear. What couldn’t be absorbed immediately trickled down her thighs, coating her entire lower body in a sickening slickness.

In that instant, Niu Shurui understood. She had been r4ped. And the r4pist…was Qiao Qi.

She exhaled shakily, the memory of herself making excuses for him last night now a cruel joke.

He drugged her, unconscious her, and r4ped her. He’d carried it out flawlessly, with practiced ease.