Obsessed (H) Chapter 3

 Chapter 3: B*tch (micro-h)

**trigger warning: s*lf h*rm, b*llying. 

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After dinner at night, Jiang Chi was unwilling to go back to bed, and he sat on the sofa with her. Only then did he notice that the bouquets of flowers that had been piled on the ground were gone.

"Did you throw away the flowers?" He asked

"Yes." Yao Xishi lowered her head, pressed her phone, and answered absentmindedly.

He nodded and turned to look at her.

She lowered her head, with hair hanging down from her temples. When the wind blew, a hair stuck to the corner of her lips. She raised her hand to try to push it away, but she couldn't move it.

By coincidence, he leaned over, brushed his fingers across the corner of her lips, and pinched the hair.

Yao Xishi was startled by him, frightened, and looked at him with wet eyes.

His eyes darkened, and he stared straight at her. Her lips were very red, and she could still be so red without lipstick.

Such a small mouth can accommodate his meat stick, and when she wraps him, her small mouth can be opened to the maximum. When he inserts and withdraws, the dark purple meat stick will scrape the fine lines on her lips, her lips will be covered with saliva, and she will swallow his c*m.

The Adam's apple rolled, unavoidably recalling her, limp and slumped beneath her body, coquettishly moaning.

He hasn't heard her call in a long time.

"Yao Xishi," he called out in a hoarse voice.

Looking at his expression, she knew that he was thinking about that again.

She wanted to escape but was a step too late.

He pressed the back of her head, lowered his head, and kissed her lips hard.

A man has a natural advantage in strength, even if he hurts his leg, he can still hold her hand to prevent her from moving.

Yao Xishi's eyes were wide open, his hands were pressed behind her back, his tongue came in, and she wanted to push him out, but she seemed to be refusing to return, instead pushing the tip of his tongue.

Jiang Chi was even more emotional, grabbing her with one hand and touching her collar with the other.

"Let go..." She bit his lip, biting hard.

Jiang Chi was in pain, so he had to let her go.

With a "snap", she slapped him hard.

This is his second beating, and Jiang Chi grumbled angrily, "You were the one who begged me the first time, remember?"

Yao Xishi's red lips parted slightly, panting, after thinking for a while, she wanted to give him another slap bar.

This time he blocked her, held her wrist, and exerted a little force: "You are addicted to playing, right?"

She put down her hands: "Do you want to get beaten up?"

There were large and small scars on her white arm that were deep or shallow. She remembered that night, when, because she was afraid of being harassed by Wang Qingxiang, she ran to him. At that point, her arms are full of circular holes poked out with a pen, which is terrifying.

That was not the first time she had s*lf-h*rmed, but it was the first time someone found her having done so.

"Let go of me..." Her eyes were red, "I didn't understand at first—why would you beg a man to break your virginity? I dare say that old pervert has already taken a fancy to you... "He said it coldly.

At first, he really didn't understand. It stands to reason that she is like a white lotus, and really stands out in class. She is not like those scoop girls who lost their virginity early and thought they were fashionable.

But later, after hearing what Wen Fei said about her family, combined with her s*lf-h*rm, what she said when she followed her to Thailand, the conclusion is easy to infer.

So he was used by her. After Wang Qingxiang died, she had no scruples, so she stayed away from him.

Her goal was achieved, Wang Qingxiang couldn't get her virgin body, and he, Jiang Chi, was thrown away by her.

That night, he kept thinking about this matter, and he didn't notice the car in front of him, so he had a car accident.

"I hate people taking advantage of me the most..." He pressed on her scar, saying that

Yao Xishi couldn't cry anymore, wiped away the tears on her face, curled up the corners of her mouth, and looked at him with a smile: "You have always been the only one who plays with women; how does it feel to be played by woman?"

The way she looks now is strange to him.

He didn't intend to pursue it at first. He pitied her and wanted to help her well this time.

But her attitude really irritated him. Every time she slept with him, she was always very resistant. She resisted and wanted to provoke him at the same time.

She pretended to be soft and weak in front of the people, but she certainly can curse.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt anxious; his eyes were scarlet; he grabbed her hand, cut it behind him, took the bandage off the coffee table, wrapped it around her hand a few times, and tied it in a knot.

"Let go of me..." she yelled, "Don't even try to touch me again..."

"I'm going to touch you..." With a sullen face, he took off her panties and stuffed them into her mouth.

Yao Xishi stared wide-eyed, watching him take out his hardened cock.

He spread her legs apart, looked at her face, held his meat stick in his hand, and thrust it in.

"See this..." He snorted coldly.

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