"Do you know what they would do after getting the shock of their lives?"
Bai Lund's voice stayed heavy and low, forcing her shivering, tear-filled eyes back into his cold ones.
She shook her head slightly, just a little, on pure reflex. Fresh tears still clung to her long lashes and trembled there.
Bai Lund smiled.
No — he grinned, wide and cold.
He took the little pink bud of her nipple between his fingers and rolled it slowly at first, teasing the stiff peak with deliberate gentleness that only made the contrast worse.
"They'd walk out of the room, close the door behind them, and yell, 'We're waiting for the good news!'"
Suddenly he pinched her nipple hard and twisted it cruelly between his fingers.
Her eyes flew wide. Her right knee jerked up into the air as a sharp, broken cry tore from her throat. The soft, heavy flesh of her breast spilled between his fingers as he kept the pressure on the sensitive bud.
"Do you know how many times your father and mother begged my mother to let you be my bride?"
"My mother always rejected them… but they always wanted me to be your husband."
"Meaning they always wanted my thick cock buried inside their daughter's tight little pussy. My hot seed flooding your womb until it overflows."
"If they even found out I raped you, they'd be the first to celebrate. They'd dance in the courtyard and force me to marry you just so I could keep spreading your legs and raping this cunt again and again every night."
Her whole body trembled violently — from the filthy words and from his rough hand still mauling both of her soft, heavy tits. Soft flesh spilled between his fingers as he squeezed and kneaded without mercy. Her stiff nipples dragged against his palms with every movement.
Bai Lund leaned even closer until his forehead pressed against hers. He stared deep into her shaking black pupils from only inches away. Her lashes kept fluttering wildly. Hot, uneven breaths mixed between their mouths.
He parted his lips again.
"Do you think I'm lying?"
She didn't answer. Only her lashes trembled and more tears spilled over.
His palms left her soft, reddened tits, slid up the column of her neck, and cupped her wet cheeks. Then he pushed his thick index finger into the sensitive canal of her ear and scraped the inner skin slowly with his nail. She tilted her head on pure reflex, caught between sharp pain and a strange, unwanted spark of pleasure that made her thighs twitch.
"Tell me. Use those filthy lips of yours and say I'm lying to you."
Instead of words, her eyes flooded completely.
Thick tears spilled out in continuous streams, running down her temples, into her hair. Her breath locked solid in her throat.
"Hick~!"
"Hick~"
Xu Lan's vision blurred into pure water. She choked on her own voice as she forced the words out between broken gasps.
"Go a-head~ Rape me!"
Bai Lund froze, genuinely stunned.
But that was only the beginning.
She raised both palms. He thought she was about to slap him or shove him away with the last of her strength. Instead her fingers yanked the thin white robe fully open, ripping it wider until it fell off her shoulders completely. Her massive, young, tight breasts spilled free into the open air. The soft, creamy globes rose and fell hard with her broken breathing. Her pert, rock-hard pink nipples pointed straight up at the ceiling, flushed dark from his earlier pinching. Her entire creamy chest shuddered with every heavy, tear-choked breath.
Then she grabbed Bai Lund's hand off her cheek, pulled his finger out of her ear, and pressed his open palm flat against her bare, soft breast. She forced his fingers to sink deep into the yielding flesh and used his own hand to squeeze her tit hard, making the soft mound overflow between his fingers.
"Breed me. Make me pregnant."
Bai Lund was too stunned to speak. He could only stare at the crying, naked mess beneath him while his palm sank deep into her warm, soft flesh. Her heartbeat hammered against his hand.
"At least this way… I won't get sold to that fat bastard."
"Hick~"
"Beneath you," she continued, staring into his cold, stunned eyes with her own fearful, tear-flooded ones, "beneath you is still better than being crushed under that fat pig every night. I don't want to get molested daily by his oily pot-belly and his greasy mouth and horny, stinking breath."
What the fuck was she talking about?
He had been trying to break her, make her beg and cry from pure fear — and now she was throwing the dice completely in reverse, offering herself up.
Leaving his groping palm on her breast, she circled both arms tightly around his neck and tried to pull him down onto her. Her intention was clear, but his newly strengthened body was too solid to bend under her little strength. Instead her own head was forced to lift toward him. Bai Lund had already pulled his face back a fraction.
"If getting raped by you can force you to marry me… then rape me right now. Rape me until I pop out a child for you—!!"
Saying that, she lunged upward and pressed her soft, tear-wet, slightly salty lips hard against his.
The kiss was soft and desperate, almost intimate, but Bai Lund was completely confused. The entire situation had flipped from threat into something far heavier and more serious. He might have enjoyed the warm press of her lips if her tears weren't constantly spilling into his mouth, salty and hot, mixing with their shared breath. He quickly pulled away and tried to break her hold on his neck. She resisted hard, arms locked tight around him like she was drowning.
"Why are you running away now?? I gave you permission! I even kissed you on my own! What are you waiting for?!"
The matter had become too serious, too real.
Bai Lund forcefully broke her grip and backed away toward the edge of the bed.
Because her hold had been strong, the sudden pull forced her upper body to sit up on the mattress, her heavy bare breasts bouncing with the movement.
The moment he left her, she started crying again — real, broken, soul-deep sobbing. Her voice was completely choked with the heavy lump in her throat. The sobs came out in wet gasps. Tears constantly spilled onto the sheets and ran in shiny trails down over her bare, heaving tits, dripping from her stiff nipples onto her soft stomach.
"Come~ fuck me~! Do whatever you want with my body… because that's why I was born in the first place~ hickk~"
"…"
"I'm just a slave anyway…"
Her voice came out shattered, broken, and slow, each word dripping with despair.
Bai Lund didn't know a single thing about consoling anyone. He could only stand at the edge of the bed, naked cock still heavy and hard between his legs, and watch her tear her own heart out in front of him.
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Ten full minutes passed.
She finally looked up into his eyes. The heavy sobbing had stopped, but her cheeks were still flushed dark red and shiny with thick tear tracks. Her bare breasts still rose and fell with residual shudders.
"It was your fault from the start. You kept refusing to marry me again and again."
Bai Lund muttered,
"Can you tell me the whole story? I'm not a fortune teller."
He tried to speak softly, but his new "I don't give a fuck" attitude made the words come out flat and blunt.
She gulped down the thick, painful lump in her throat. Her voice was still raw when she began.
"Because you refused to marry me, my father betrothed me to a rich man from the neighbouring village. He's as fat as a bull and as ugly as a hippo. He's already been married twice. Both wives died within a single year, leaving the family without an heir. So his father is offering a huge bride price."
Bai Lund listened in complete silence, cold eyes judging every word while her bare, tear-streaked body stayed exposed on the bed in front of him.
"So your father is literally sending you to your certain death… for the bride price?"
"Yes."
"I don't think your family needs money that urgently."
"No. They don't."
"Then why?"
Xu Lan looked at Bai Lund's handsome, calm face. Her eyes flicked down for a second against her will to his still-hard, heavy cock hanging thickly between his legs. She blushed hard, the red spreading down her neck to her bare chest, took a deep, shaky breath to calm herself, and answered in a broken whisper,
"For my brother."
Veins twitched hard on Bai Lund's forehead.
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