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Rafas threw her heavily onto the bed. In the large room, the crystal chandelier emitted an amber light that illuminated the space, casting a warm glow over her heart, filled with a sense of pity.
Outside, the sky was pitch black, and the moonlight was bright and clear. Rafas stood at the head of the bed like an ancient, proud deity, bathed in moonlight, coldly gazing down at her as she trembled on the bed.
With just a small movement from him, he could bring about the end of this insignificant world. For now, he remained still, wanting to watch her struggle in her pain and inexplicable anxiety. He enjoyed seeing these pitiful beings reveal their fear and struggle before him; it brought him an inexplicable sense of pleasure.
The legendary pervert was probably just like him.
He walked steadily toward the large bed, his masked face revealing only a pair of dark eyes, shining like the brightest stars in the sky.
She was still immersed in her ignorant panic. This man was far too dangerous; his gaze was too piercing, and she felt an unprecedented fear.
She had once been Yan Wushuang, the princess of the Great Yan Kingdom. In her memory, she only recalled being pursued by enemies and, to preserve her purity, she had chosen to leap off a cliff. But why had she not died? Why had she woken up in this strange world?
Their attire was bizarre—something she had never seen before. She had been locked in a small dark room by an Obese Man for a day and night, nearly starving to the point of fainting. Only then did he demand that she agree to his conditions or else he would let her starve. Yan Wushuang knew she could not afford to die yet; since she was alive, she had to find a way to locate General Longze.
Unaware of the true situation, she agreed to the man's demands. She thought he only wanted her to show her face on stage, completely oblivious to the series of events that would follow.
Yan Wushuang looked pitifully at the man who was getting closer. He slowly removed his silver mask with his long fingers, revealing a handsome face chiseled like Apollo's, with a captivating scar that added to his wild aura. His eyes were filled with ruthless coldness, and his large hand pressed down on her body without mercy.
He leaned over her forcefully; his strong hands ripped her short skirt from top to bottom and tossed it aside onto the floor.
"Ah..." Yan Wushuang could only manage a muffled sound. He showed no mercy whatsoever; her eyes were filled with tears of despair and pain.
"You came out to sell yourself, didn't you? Why pretend to be a chaste woman?" Rafas's voice was cold and mocking as he loomed over her like a deity.
"Ah... no, please..." Her hands were clenched tightly into fists due to the excruciating pain, her rounded nails digging into her flesh. Her lips, already devoid of color, turned a deep red after being bitten by her own teeth, contrasting starkly against her pale face—a desperate shade of red.
Yan Wushuang struggled to remind herself to forget the pain, trying hard to make herself forget, as if she were still in a state of unconsciousness. Tears streamed down her face like a fountain.
Rafas leaned in closely, observing her tear-streaked face. He turned her chin to meet his gaze and coldly laughed, "Not enjoying this? It seems like you're crying in the wrong place, you know?"
Her eyes were filled with anger, yet she felt utterly powerless. She couldn't muster any strength; she had already been drugged at the club, leaving her nearly incapacitated.
"What are you crying for? We have all night; take your time..."
He ruthlessly pushed her curled-up hands away and forcefully pried open her mouth. Yan Wushuang's eyes widened in shock, forgetting to cry. He tormented her soft lips like a beast, and she slumped down weakly, filled with his lingering taste.
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