Niu Shurui squeezed her legs together, pushing him away. Ye Li instinctively grabbed her hand, holding it still. The earlier intensity, coupled with Ye Li's focus on her urethra, had allowed her to momentarily break free. Her long, pale legs were pressed tightly together, concealing her most intimate parts.

After a moment's thought, Ye Li didn't force them apart, instead showering her face with soft kisses. He could, but he wasn't in a hurry. Only by soothing Niu Shurui could he ensure future encounters went smoothly. Sooner or later, he would make her accept all of this, willingly surrender to him.

Niu Shurui's face was wet, not with tears, but with Ye Li's fluids. Any tears that escaped were immediately swallowed by him. Just the memory of what she had endured sent a fresh wave of emotion through her. She had never felt such a desperate urge to escape.

Niu Shurui struggled to sit up, only to be pushed back down by Ye Li. "Where are you going?" he asked quietly.

After a long stare, Niu Shurui choked out, "To shower." Her voice was thick with tears. She had cried so hard that even now, her breath hitched with lingering sobs, making her chest rise and fall unevenly. Ye Li couldn't resist, his hand reaching out to caress her br3ast.

Niu Shurui recoiled, but her glare held little power. Ye Li continued to kiss her, pulling her back into his arms and carrying her towards the bathroom.

She squirmed and pushed against him, restless in his embrace. Fearing she might hurt herself, Ye Li tried to soothe her further and set her down. The moment her feet touched the floor, Niu Shurui bolted into the bathroom.

Ye Li's face darkened. He gave chase, only to find the door slammed in his face. He pounded on it. "Open the door, Niuniu!" He hadn't used such a harsh tone with her since her confinement began. A shiver ran down her spine, but she remained silent, turning the shower on full blast.

Her body was covered in a mixture of sweat – hers and his – and the remnants of her own urine from their earlier struggle. She stripped off her clothes and stood under the scalding spray. The roar of the water drowned out Ye Li's voice completely. The hot water cascaded over her, enveloping her.

Niu Shurui trembled, unsure if it was from anger or the lingering aftershocks of their intense encounter.

After another dozen blows, Ye Li lowered his hand, his face grim. He casually draped a robe over himself and strode out of the room. He returned moments later, followed by several servants, heads bowed in apprehensive silence. They immediately set to work tidying the disheveled bed.

Ye Li, gripping a hammer, walked back to the bathroom door and struck it hard. The handle loosened. Niu Shurui flinched, watching as he continued. She understood what he was doing, and her limbs stiffened. The second blow further dislodged the handle. The third blow ripped it free, the door swinging open.

Ye Li tossed the hammer aside; a servant scurried to retrieve it. He pushed the door inward, finding it blocked. "Niuniu," he called.

Niu Shurui pressed against the door, refusing to answer.

Ye Li's voice was low and menacing. "Open the door. Niuniu, I don't want to hurt you." He increased the pressure on the door.

Niu Shurui's limbs were weak. She couldn't hold back the force of his push. The steam-covered floor offered no traction. Her foot slipped, and she nearly fell to her knees.

The door burst open.

Niu Shurui's mind was blank. Acting purely on instinct, she tried to dart past Ye Li, nak3d as she was. He caught her arm, yanking her back into the bathroom.

He slammed the door shut with a resounding crash that made even the servants outside jump. The already weakened door handle finally gave way, leaving the door hanging ajar.

Niu Shurui felt a wave of despair wash over her. She knew what awaited her if Ye Li caught her. "Let me go!"