Chapter Sixty-Four, Continued

He gasped.

Liang Jing could not help drawing in a sharp breath. So tight. He felt his manhood force its way into a warm, narrow passage, the whole of it wrapped tightly and wetly, the sensation so exquisite that he nearly lost control and spilled at once.

For Su Yu Ting, whose whole body had been stolen by a spellbound Liang Jing, there was no way to stop him. She could not dodge; she gave up all hope, praying only that he would show her some mercy. She shut her eyes tight, too afraid to look, her little hands clutching the quilt on the bed as she braced herself for the unknown nightmare.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, no, help me—"

Su Yu Ting felt the place between her legs being forced open, and then the searing pain hit her so hard it felt as though she were being torn apart. A terrible cry burst from her lips, cold sweat breaking out across her forehead. Her fingers turned white where they clutched the blanket, her body trembling violently as she could no longer bear it and struggled to escape.

But Liang Jing paid no mind to any of that. He was already being consumed by desire and pleasure. His hands locked around Su Yu Ting's slender waist, so slim it could almost be encircled in one grasp, leaving her unable to move as his body drove into hers again and again, relentless in its need to release that burning urge. Each thrust and each impact sank deep into the very core of her body, every collision sending a shudder through her smaller frame.

Her body jolted beneath his assault. The unbearable pain made her struggle and cry out, her hands weakly braced against his chest as though she might push herself farther away. Her face had gone deathly pale, the corners of her mouth twitching from the pain. With each hard drive of his body, her heart seemed to shatter, her dreams shattering with it. Confronted by his forceful dominance, she had no strength to refuse, only to endure the pain in silence. Her hands dropped limply at last. Every girl had a dream; hers was being shattered completely by Liang Jing's invasion.

Su Yu Ting had never left home since childhood, and after spending more than half a semester at school, she had already been deeply homesick, lonely and helpless. She had never imagined that the apocalypse would come. Faced with the hardships and dangers of this new world, even though many teachers, senior students, and classmates had helped her, knowing their hidden intentions only made her feel more uneasy and adrift. Later, when Young Master Tu took a liking to her, everyone betrayed her and fled. For a moment, it felt as if the whole world had turned its back on her, leaving everything dark and hopeless. Only Mu Yuan, a fellow townsman she had not been especially close to before, remained by her side. Yet the more difficult her situation became, the less courage she truly possessed than she outwardly displayed. Inside she was filled with helplessness, fear, and dread.

How desperately she had wanted a strong shoulder to lean on. After all, women are born with a vulnerable side and naturally long for someone sturdy to depend upon. Then, at her darkest moment, Liang Jing appeared, as if a god had descended to save her. Back then, that imaginative girl had taken Liang Jing for the prince of her dreams, dreaming of a fairytale future.

But now this man, this overwhelmingly powerful and cold, domineering man, had shattered her dream and all her fantasies with his ruthless blows, forcing her back into a bleak, desperate reality. She was powerless now, too weak to resist, and no longer even wished to resist. She only prayed for the nightmare to pass quickly. Tears streamed from her eyes; pain, confusion, and many other emotions flickered across her face. She no longer cried out for mercy, nor did her hands make any further feeble struggle.

Liang Jing, unaware that he had shattered a young girl's dream of love, suddenly sensed that something was wrong. The girl beneath him had gone silent; no more cries, no more resistance. He broke free from his lust in an instant and came back to himself, stopping all movement to look down at her.

Her face was deathly pale. Cold sweat covered her forehead, dampening strands of hair. Her lips were stubbornly pressed shut, and the corners of her mouth twitched from pain. Her little hand clutched the quilt beneath her so tightly that her knuckles had gone white. And beneath them was a smear of blood.

Was she a virgin?

No wonder she had been so unbearably tight. No wonder everything about her had been so tender and delicate, with not the slightest trace of experience. He had simply been too quick to assume otherwise and had unconsciously overlooked it.

Looking into those eyes filled with pain, confusion, helplessness, weakness, and despair, Liang Jing felt as though his hard heart had been struck straight into its softest depths. Guilt surged through him, along with a deep pang of tenderness.

"I'm sorry..."

Sensing the damage his roughness had done, Liang Jing lowered himself and murmured by her ear. His lips moved awkwardly, even unsteadily, and in the end only those three words came out. He was not good at comforting people; he was clumsy with such things.

Su Yu Ting felt him stop the terrifying motions and heard his apology. The tightly drawn lines between her brows eased a little, and a faint glimmer seemed to return to her eyes.

Seeing that, Liang Jing gently lowered his head and kissed her forehead with utmost tenderness, drinking the tears from her face before finding her lips. His movements were soft as silk. His tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting, stirring, chasing after her own tongue and savoring the sweet fragrance within. His hands roamed over her exquisite body, across her thighs, her waist, her lower abdomen, and finally over the two rounded mounds of her chest, stroking them with a tenderness that was almost reverent. The touch was smooth and gentle, meant to ease her pain and divert her attention.

Slowly, Liang Jing felt the woman beneath him begin to respond. Her own tongue started to answer his, awkwardly at first, as the two of them tangled and chased each other. Liang Jing was delighted. She was indeed still inexperienced, and she had forgiven him so easily for his earlier roughness and hurt. His hands therefore dared not slow. As he responded to her, he felt the passage below him grow wet again.

Afterward, amid her ragged breaths, Liang Jing kept kissing her cheeks, her neck, and her collarbones, then bit gently down on one of those soft, rounded curves, sucking and nibbling in a way that never ceased.

"You... you can move now."

Under Liang Jing's continual kisses and caresses, Su Yu Ting panted and moaned. Her delicate little face, beautiful like that of a mixed-blood doll, was flushed red. Sweat-dampened strands of hair clung together, giving her an unmistakably feminine, alluring, and tenderly passionate air.

Hearing her response, Liang Jing was overjoyed. His lower body began to move again, gently and slowly, every thrust only halfway in and out. The inside of her was becoming wetter and smoother. When he saw her delicate brows furrow, he immediately softened and paused, waiting for her permission before resuming. He was so gentle, so attentive, that the girl's heart filled with joy.

Little by little, as Su Yu Ting grew accustomed to him, Liang Jing's speed increased, his thrusts becoming stronger and stronger. Her youthful, intoxicating cries grew louder and louder. At last, unable to restrain himself any longer, he drove in all the way. A wave of intense, indescribable pleasure shot straight to his mind, and he nearly lost himself.

"Oh... no!"

Su Yu Ting's face was flushed, her brow slightly knit, her eyes half-lidded. Liang Jing's sudden motion brought a scalding pain that was almost unbearable, though it also carried a faint thread of numb sweetness. This time, however, Liang Jing did not stop. He drove into her with force, fully entering and withdrawing again and again. Under the assaults of his powerful body, Su Yu Ting's slight frame trembled continuously, accompanied by loud cries that sounded at once like pleasure and pain, filling Liang Jing with a fierce sense of accomplishment.

"Ah—!"

Before she knew it, Su Yu Ting screamed again in unbearable ecstasy, her body shaking violently. Her abdomen contracted over and over, her legs curling inward. She had reached the peak once more.

Yet Liang Jing, like a tireless bull, still refused to stop his conquest. At that moment, she had climaxed and the burning pain was slowly making her lose consciousness. Her brows remained faintly furrowed, as if she were still suffering terribly, her lips unconsciously moaning. Liang Jing had no choice now. He had never imagined his first time would be so difficult. It seemed as though a blaze within him needed release, and his movements could not stop...

Somewhere along the way, night had fallen. Through the white source of life merging into his body, Liang Jing knew this world was not safe. At last, after who knew how long, he felt himself approaching his own peak and began to quicken his pace further.

Ah—!

The essence he had accumulated for more than twenty years finally exploded within the body of the perfect girl beneath him. The burning heat and the violent rush jolted her awake. With a cry, she twisted at the waist, her body once more tightening and trembling. Unexpectedly, the two of them reached their climax together.

Stopping all movement, Liang Jing wrapped his arms around the girl beside him, who was still trembling and breathing hard. His lower body remained unwilling to leave that warm place. He then kissed the slightly parted lips fiercely, as though to tell her how much he adored her.

He had never expected to possess this perfect girl completely, and his heart was now overflowing with a sense of triumph and satisfaction. Looking at her brow, still faintly knitted, he knew he had only gone once and had not been fully satisfied, but he still did not wish to ask anything more of her. Liang Jing liked her very much. Her looks, her figure, her skin, every part of her was perfect. More importantly, she was an utterly pure girl, exactly the kind of taste that suited a reserved but secretly lecherous man like him.

He knew well that many women looked beautiful once they were dressed and made up, yet when the makeup came off they looked ghastly as ghosts, and without clothes at all they were simply nauseating to behold.

All right, I finally finished writing this. It really isn't something I am suited to writing, so I won't write this sort of thing again...

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