Chapter 7

The Dongfang family's mansion sat halfway up the mountain. At night, the cool breeze drifted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but it couldn't disperse the languid, feverish mood thickening inside the house.

The steam from the bathroom still hadn't cleared, and fine droplets clung to the mirror.

Dongfang Yuying stood before it, staring at her own body, a body so perfect it was almost obscene.

Yuying held a loofah in her hand and scrubbed like a madwoman at the roots of her thighs, her lower belly, and those huge, heavy E-cup breasts.

Her honey-colored skin had been rubbed red, so hard that it had even begun to show streaks of blood, but she seemed not to feel the pain at all.

All she could think about was that shameful scene from the battlefield that afternoon.

The warm liquid running down her thighs, the stench of mutant slime mixed with her own slick, and... the feel of Ying Ni's cock stuffing her mouth.

'It won't wash off... Why won't it wash off...'

She murmured under her breath, her fingertips trembling as they brushed over her collarbone.

Even though she had already used the most expensive rose-oil shower gel, even though she had washed herself three full times, that scent still seemed to linger at the tip of her nose - Ying Ni's male musk, sharp with the reek of semen.

It was the smell of semen the demon had forced down her throat and splashed across her face.

What was even more terrifying was that when her fingers touched her two swollen, dark-red nipples, her body actually shuddered with a shameful jolt of pleasure.

'Glup...'

Another sticky stream spilled from the thick folds between her sex lips, then slid slowly down the inside of her thigh.

'Am I a pervert... I hate him so much, he's so disgusting...'

The moment her fingers touched that fleshy, swollen cunt while washing herself, her whole body jolted.

'Glup...'

Her fingers sank into the wet, soft slit of flesh.

She had already washed it so many times, so why was it still slippery inside?

'Is this... my slick? Or... some hallucination left behind by that bastard?'

Yuying leaned back against the tiled wall, her legs giving out beneath her until she slid weakly to the floor. She panted hard, staring at the flushed, dazed woman in the mirror.

That was not some heroine protecting the world.

That was clearly a heat-crazed female beast, hungering for a male to breed her.

'Chaoyang ge...'

She whispered the name as if it were her last lifeline.

As long as... as long as Chaoyang ge was willing to touch me once... as long as he would hold me tight... I could go back to how I used to be.

Yuying bit her lip, tears trembling in the corners of her eyes.

She drew in a deep breath and turned toward the wardrobe.

Among a pile of sexy party-girl outfits, she pulled out a neatly folded white shirt.

It was a men's shirt, a size too large.

It was the same style she had secretly bought last time she went shopping with Chaoyang. She had imagined countless times what it would feel like, one morning, wearing this shirt and making breakfast for Chaoyang.

Her hands shaking, she pulled it on.

She wore nothing but a pair of translucent white lace panties; the hem of the shirt barely covered the roots of her thighs, and with every movement, those round, tight peach-shaped hips flashed faintly into view.

She had undone two buttons at the collar, and her E-cup breasts hung heavy and unrestrained, pushing two obvious peaks against the fabric as she breathed.

Twenty minutes later.

Yuying had dried her hair and deliberately left it down, letting the golden strands fall soft over her shoulders in an attempt to create a gentle, demure look.

'Knock, knock, knock.' The knock came exactly on time.

Yuying's heart leaped straight into her throat. She drew in a deep breath, forced down the heat and restlessness surging through her body, and adjusted her expression into what she thought was the most natural smile.

'Coming~ The door isn't locked, come in!'

The doorknob turned, and Wang Chaoyang stepped in a little stiffly.

He was carrying a bag of gifts, probably fruit or tonics of some kind.

The moment he saw Yuying dressed like that, his face went bright red. His gaze darted around in panic, unable to look directly at Yuying's voluptuous body.

'Yu, Yuying... um, I heard from Sister Yuyan that you were a little unwell on the battlefield today, so I came to check on you...'

Chaoyang stood in the doorway, unable to go forward and unable to back away.

The air was thick with the scent of a bath, and with something else... a sweet, female hormone smell that only a male's instinct could pick up.

'Aiya, Chaoyang ge, why are you standing so far away? I'm not going to eat you~'

Suppressing her shame, Yuying took the initiative, walked over, grabbed Chaoyang's hand, and pulled him to the chair beside the bed.

'I'm fine, just... a little tired.'

She sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning forward slightly.

From that angle, as long as Chaoyang looked up a little, he could see straight through the open collar to the two white, soft mounds inside and that bottomless valley of cleavage.

'That's good... You suddenly rushed out today, you really scared me.'

Chaoyang kept his head down, staring at his toes as he babbled on. 'Don't ever be that impulsive again. You're a Super Beast Warrior, but you're also a girl. If you get hurt and leave scars, then later...'

'Later I won't be able to get married?'

Yuying cut him off and tossed out the line half as a joke.

'Uh... yeah.'

Chaoyang scratched his head and gave a simple, honest smile.

Seeing him like that, a wave of bitterness surged up inside Yuying.

Again with that kind of talk.

He treated her like a little sister, like a child, like someone who needed protecting.

But...

'Chaoyang ge.'

Yuying's voice suddenly turned soft, with a faint tremor in it.

'Hm?'

Wang Chaoyang lifted his head and met Yuying's watery eyes.

Those eyes, which were usually full of wildness and energy, now seemed veiled by mist, filled with pleading and desire.

'Do you think... I'm attractive?'

As she spoke, Yuying slowly lifted one leg and crossed it over the other.

The hem of the shirt slid down, exposing the full length of one honey-colored thigh, along with the faint white lace at the root of it.

That lush flesh, that subtle sheen on her skin, radiated a lethal kind of temptation in the light.

'Uh... Yu, Yuying is of course very attractive! You're one of the school's beauties, that's what everyone says...'

Chaoyang answered in a stammer, cold sweat beading on his forehead. His eyes flicked up to the ceiling, then to the door, but he still wouldn't turn and look directly into Dongfang Yuying's eyes.

'I don't want to hear what everyone says! I want to hear what you think!'

Yuying suddenly grew excited. She sprang to her feet, took a step forward, and closed in on Chaoyang.

Those huge breasts were almost brushing his face, and with her rapid breathing, a rich scent of milk washed over him.

'Chaoyang ge... do you know? Today on the battlefield, when those tentacles wrapped around me... I was terrified.'

She was lying. At that moment what she felt was not only fear, but excitement. But she had to lie. She had to use that fragility to awaken Chaoyang's protective instincts.

'All I could think about was you. I thought... if I died like that before I had a chance to tell you how I feel, how regretful that would be.'

'Yuying, you...'

Chaoyang looked at her in shock, seeming to realize something, and tried to stand up and back away.

But Yuying didn't give him the chance.

She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her fever-hot body into his embrace.

'Mm!'

Chaoyang went rigid all over.

That unbelievably soft touch, that astonishing elasticity, that searing body heat... all of it engulfed him at once.

Those E-cup breasts were like two giant marshmallows, crushing hard against his back, and his little cock even swelled shamefully hard.

'Yuying! Don't do this! Let go!'

'I won't let go! Unless... unless you take me!'

Like a lunatic, Yuying seized Chaoyang's hand, forced it onto her waist, and then slid it down along the line of her waist until it landed on her full, lifted ass.

'Chaoyang ge... I'm clean. I really am still clean! I'll save my first time for you... please, hold me! Hold me right now!'

Her voice was thick with tears, carrying a trace of near-hysterical despair.

As long as you go inside me... as long as your thing fills me... I'll be able to forget that demon, Ying Ni! I'll be able to wash away those filthy memories!

'Yuying! Calm down!'

Chaoyang suddenly shoved hard and pushed her away.

'Ah!'

Yuying, caught off guard, fell back onto the bed. One button on her shirt popped loose, exposing most of one breast; the swollen, upright nipple was bared to the air, looking indecently lewd.

'Chaoyang ge...?'

She stared blankly at Chaoyang. He stood there, chest heaving violently, his face red as if it might drip blood, but his eyes were more serious than she had ever seen them.

'Yuying, do you even know what you're saying?'

He drew in a deep breath, his tone heavy, and with his eyes closed he took off his coat and wrapped Dongfang Yuying's body in it.

'You're my sister. We may not share blood, but in my heart, you and Sister Yuyan are both my most important family.'

'Family...?'

Yuying let out a miserable laugh. 'Just family? Because I'm your little sister? Then what about Shuyi? She's your childhood sweetheart too, so why can she?'

'Because I love Shuyi.'

Chaoyang's answer came without the slightest hesitation, so bluntly it was like a knife stabbing straight into Yuying's heart.

'My feelings for Shuyi are the feelings between a man and a woman. But for you... Yuying, I want you to be happy. Things like this should be left to the person you truly love, the person you can spend your whole life with, not handed over to someone else just because of a moment of impulse or fear.'

'Handed over casually...?'

Yuying's body began to tremble.

So... in your eyes, everything I worked up all my courage to offer you was just 'casually'?

'And besides...' Chaoyang glanced at Yuying's exposed body, a flash of reluctance passing through his eyes, though what dominated them was a kind of upright refusal. 'The way you look right now... you're not taking care of yourself at all. If someone else saw you, what would they think? Hurry up and get dressed.'

Wang Chaoyang gripped Dongfang Yuying's shoulders and looked her in the eye.

He couldn't bear it?

No, that was disgust.

In that bastard Ying Ni's eyes, this body was a top-tier piece of meat, the kind of filthy flesh that could keep him coming back for more.

But in Chaoyang ge's eyes... this body was only proof that she didn't know how to take care of herself, a nuisance that caused him trouble.

Those few words landed on Yuying's face like a slap.

For him, she had bathed three times, put on the shirt he liked, and summoned up every last shred of courage to offer him everything she had.

'Heh heh...'

Yuying lowered her head, her golden bangs falling over her eyes.

'I understand.'

Her voice was eerily calm, calm enough to be frightening.

'I'm sorry, Chaoyang ge. It was me... I was the shameless one.'

'Yuying, that's not what I meant...'

Chaoyang panicked a little. He wanted to explain, wanted to reach out and take her hand.

But Yuying jerked her hand back as if shocked by electricity, wrapped her arms around her knees, and curled into a tight ball.

'Go. I want to rest.'

'...All right. Then rest early and don't overthink things.'

Chaoyang sighed and stood up. He took one last look at the small figure curled up in the corner of the bed. Though he did feel a little guilty, what he felt more strongly was a kind of self-satisfaction at having 'held the line.'

He thought he had done the right thing.

With a click, the bedroom door shut. The room fell into dead silence.

Yuying kept that posture without moving a muscle. Tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the white shirt, spreading into damp patches.

'Take care of yourself... haha... take care of yourself...'

She suddenly laughed, the sound sharp and shrill as a scream.

'Since you don't want me... since in your eyes I'm just a frivolous girl...'

'Then I'll be frivolous all the way.'

Just then, the screen of the phone on the bedside table lit up.

There was no ring, just the screen glowing quietly. It was that special app's popup - [City of Desire].

Sender: [Wang].

Yuying reached out trembling fingers and picked up the phone.

Silently in her heart, she prayed. She prayed it was a message from that person, even if it was the vilest insult, even if it was the crudest mockery, even if it meant... asking her to serve him.

This time, heaven answered her prayer.

[Wang]: 'I'm at the apartment. The door isn't locked.'

He didn't ask where she was, didn't ask what she was doing, didn't even ask whether she wanted to come. He was like a master summoning the dog he kept.

If it had been the old Yuying, seeing a message like that would have made her smash the phone in rage and curse him out as a lunatic.

But now...

After just experiencing that kind of 'gentle' execution, this cold, overbearing, possessive message actually felt like a lifeline, giving Yuying a strange sense of reassurance.

At least... someone was waiting for me there.

At least... someone there desired my body.

At least... in front of that demon, I didn't need to pretend to be some 'pure little sister'; I only needed to be a female beast ruled by desire.

Yuying slowly stood up.

She didn't change clothes.

She was still wearing that white shirt belonging to Chaoyang ge, and inside it she still had on the white lace panties she had chosen for her own surrender.

She walked to the mirror and looked at herself there, her eyes red-rimmed yet her face flushed like a peach blossom.

She raised her hand and viciously wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes.

Then she took a tube of lipstick out of her bag.

It was the one Ying Ni had forced on her last time, the color a garish bright yellow with a faintly tawdry, streetwalker edge to it.

Facing the mirror, she little by little painted her pure pink lips into the color of depravity.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she curved her mouth into a cruel, wanton smile.

In her mind, Chaoyang's words - 'You should take care of yourself' - and Ying Ni's words - 'I'm going to fuck you until you lose your mind' - were violently twisting together.

Take care of herself?

Take care of herself for whom? For the man who wouldn't even spare her a glance?

Since this body was worthless in his eyes...

Then maybe... it was better to let it rot completely.

Rather than cling to that illusory purity and suffer for a lifetime, it would be better to go into the demon's arms and enjoy, even if only for a single instant, the pleasure of being filled.

At the very least... that demon truly wanted her.

...

The street at night was glittering with neon. Yuying pulled a long coat over herself to hide what was underneath, then took a taxi to the address Ying Ni had given her, an upscale apartment building.

She stood in the elevator, watching the numbers rise one by one, her heartbeat quickening along with them.

'Ding.'

The elevator doors opened.

The corridor was covered in thick carpet, so quiet that all she could hear was her own breathing.

She walked to that familiar black door.

Just as the message had said, the door was left ajar, with a crack open. A faint scent of tobacco mixed with cool air drifted out through the gap.

Yuying pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Only a dim floor lamp was lit in the entryway. There was no main light on in the living room, only the city glow filtering in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ying Ni sat in a single armchair by the window, a glass of whiskey in hand, wearing a black silk robe with the collar open to reveal a hard chest.

He didn't seem to be waiting especially for her; he was simply enjoying the quiet of the night.

When he heard the door open, he didn't turn around. He merely swirled the glass in his hand lightly, and the ice cubes knocked against the crystal with a crisp clink.

'You're here?'

His voice was lazy and casual, as if Yuying's arrival were the most natural thing in the world.

Yuying stood in the entryway, gripping the lapels of her coat tightly in both hands.

That familiar, knee-softening male scent instantly surrounded her.

It was a smell completely different from Chaoyang ge's.

Wang Chaoyang was sunlight, soap, a warmth that made people feel safe but kept its distance.

Whereas Ying Ni... was danger, aggression, an abyss that frightened people even as it made them unable to resist sinking into it.

'Mm...'

Yuying answered in a low voice.

Slowly, she took off the coat and hung it on the rack beside her.

The moment the coat slipped away, her entire outfit was exposed to the air.

The oversized white men's shirt barely covered the roots of her thighs, and her fleshy, honey-colored long legs looked especially tempting in the dim light.

In the darkness, a powerful hand suddenly reached out, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her violently into the room. 'Bang!' The door slammed shut with a heavy thud.

Yuying was pressed against the wall in the entryway.

Before she could even react, a searing mouth crashed down onto hers, and a tongue full of aggression brutally pried open her teeth, plundering the saliva in her mouth without restraint.

'Mm...! Mm...❤'

At the same time, a big hand unceremoniously slipped under the hem of her oversized shirt, closed directly around those E-cup breasts with no restraint at all, and kneaded them hard.

'I knew you'd come.'

Ying Ni let go of her lips and whispered into her ear with a laugh, his voice thick with the arrogance and wickedness of a victor.

That shame hit her all at once, but following it came an inexplicable, taboo pleasure.

She had come wearing clothes she had secretly bought to match the one worn by the person she loved, only to sneak off and meet another man...

Ying Ni gave a soft laugh, then suddenly reached out and seized the collar of the shirt.

'Riiiip—'

The sound of fabric tearing rang out sharply in the quiet room.

The white shirt that symbolized purity and affection was mercilessly torn open as Ying Ni ripped off a button.

'Ah!'

Yuying cried out, reflexively trying to shield her chest.

'Mm... so hot.'

Ying Ni's palm was rough and scalding, kneading that soft ball of flesh without the slightest courtesy, his thumb scraping viciously over the hard nub of her nipple.

'Haaah...!'

Yuying's legs went weak at once, and her whole body collapsed into Ying Ni's arms.

Looking down at the beauty in his embrace, Ying Ni's eyes were full of aggression.

'Wearing that waste's clothes to come find me... do you want me to rip them apart? Or do you want me to fuck you while you're still wearing them?'

The words were too vulgar.

So vulgar that Yuying felt dizzy.

But her body gave the most honest response of all - the lace panties between her legs were instantly soaked through with a gush of arousal.

'N-no... don't say that...'

Yuying panted, her hands weakly clutching at Ying Ni's robe.

'Don't say what?'

Ying Ni grinned wickedly, his fingers sliding down along her lower belly. Through that thin layer of lace, he pressed precisely onto the swollen clit beneath it.

"Don’t say I’m a slut? Or don’t say... that you’ve actually wanted this disgusting thing filling you all along?"

"Glupp..."

His finger pressed down, and a filthy wet sound leaked out.

"See? You’re soaked already."

Winny pulled his finger free and held it in front of Yu Ying. A glistening silver thread stretched from the tip, glaring in the dim light.

"You came here all on your own, little kitten."

He scooped her up and tossed her onto the huge leather sofa in the living room like trash.

"Since you like this shirt so much, then wear it."

He untied the sash of his robe, and the already-raging monster sprang free at once, thick and hard, reeking of a strong, musky scent as it pointed straight at Yu Ying’s face.

"Now use that mouth that was just calling out "Brother Chaoyang" and serve it properly."

Yu Ying lay back on the sofa. Her white shirt hung open, exposing a wide stretch of honey-colored skin and those huge breasts rising and falling violently with every breath.

She stared at the vicious cock in front of her, and Chaoyang’s upright, gentlemanly face flashed through her mind.

Chaoyang... I’m sorry...

But... I really can’t hold back anymore...

Slowly, she pushed herself upright and crawled down between Winny’s legs like a real bitch.

She stuck out her tongue and gave the head of that hot, musky cock a light lick.

"Sllurp...❤"

"Good girl."

Winny reached out and pressed down on the back of her head, and Dongfang Yu Ying felt an unprecedented rush of excitement slam straight into her brain.

Slowly, obediently, she knelt.

Under the dim light, the once-proud Yellow Warrior of the Super Beast Squad was now sprawled at that man’s feet like a real pet, sticking out her nimble red tongue and leaving her own mark of color on that vicious monster...