After making out, Qin Shimei thought Ju-long was going to leave her alone, but once she felt something hard rise between her thighs, she froze. Qin Shimei looked at Ju-long in horror, her face pale.
Ju-long, with an evil smile and red glowing eyes, leans towards Qin Shimei's ear, "Sweetheart, you're done already? But I'm not."
Qin Shimei felt uneasy and dismayed. She leaned back and swung her right fist at Ju-long, but her hand was quickly caught by him.
"Tsk...tsk… Little Lamb shouldn't get too feisty, or you won't be able to bear the consequences." Ju-long's finger gently tapped the tip of her nose while stating in a teasing tone, "Or should I call you a feisty kitten?"
Qin Shimei was furious. He forcefully took her virginity and yet he wants more! Qin Shimei, in a quick move, bit his finger and gave him an ugly glare. Qin Shimei saw Ju-long tense up.
Her lips formed into a sneer. While still biting into Ju-long's finger, she muffled out a mocking tone, "What now, bastard?"
Behind Ju-long's tense face was an evil smile. While his finger was still being bitten, he gently scratched the surface of her tongue, causing her to widen her eyes and let go of his finger.
Qin Shimei pointed at Ju-long's face, "You—shameless bastard! How dare you!"
Qin Shimei glanced at her captured fist and used her free hand to help pry open from his grip. "You shameless bastard, let go of me! You freak! You monster, let go of me! Get your dirty hand off of me!"
Ju-long gripped her fist furiously with a murderous aura. Qin Shimei whimpered from the pain. She turned her head and faced Ju-long's red eyes with anger and hatred as she continued to curse him, "Argh… That fucking hurt! Let go of my hand you fucking animal! You monster!"
Ju-long quickly grabbed both of her hands and pushed her down, securing her palms on top of her head.
With a predatory gaze, Ju-long said through clenched teeth, "Let this shameless bastard show you what an animal and a monster can do!"
Qin Shimei instantly felt Ju-long's hard penis crudely thrust inside her vagina, causing her to moan out in pain and pleasure.
Ju-long did not give Qin Shimei any break after each orgasm. This punishment repeatedly lasted for six hours.
Early morning, the sun was shining through the window. Qin Shimei woke up with a headache and her whole body was sore. She observed her surroundings and did not find Ju-long anywhere in the room. On the nightstand by her side lay new outfits and next to it was a bag stuffed with her torn clothes.
Qin Shimei formed a fist and clenched her teeth, "That freaking bastard!"
Qin Shimei took a deep breath to calm her emotions. She got up from the bed, but almost fell on the floor. Luckily her hand was still on the edge of the mattress to prevent her from falling on her face. She slowly walked to the bathroom. Her lower region was too painful that every step she took is like a strong punch to her stomach.
By the time she reached the bathroom, she had turned on the light and faced the mirror. Qin Shimei's face went pale and her eyes widened with shock.
Qin Shimei saw kiss marks and bruises around her neck down to her boobs, to her hips, and between her thighs.
Qin Shimei clenched her teeth and cursed his ancestors to the 18th generation.
Inside a luxury black car, Ju-long let out a loud sneeze.
An Zing sat on the passenger seat and turned half of his body around, facing Ju-long, "Boss, are you having a cold?"
Ju-long faced the window. "It's probably just a feisty kitten thinking about me."
An Zing turned his body back to the front. Thinking to himself, Boss, that feisty kitten is probably not thinking about you, but cursing you.
For some reason, An Zing felt cold chills run down his back and murderous glares. An Zing was dripping cold sweat from his forehead down to his cheeks. The assistant repeatedly cited in his head, Don't turn around. Don't turn around. Don't turn around.
Ju-long scoffed and returned to face the window.