"Ah! Ah! It hurts! It hurts! Chen Yang, you're hurting me!"
"It hurts so much! Hiss—! Chen Yang, don't do this, it's so painful! Little sister is in so much pain! And it's itchy..."
Shang Meili kept struggling and crying out in pain, her hands now pounding on my shoulders, now pinching hard, but it was useless.
She was a bit frightened by me, her beautiful face pale.
She probably cursed me out a lot usually, thinking I was rather cowardly, but yesterday I was bold and had not shown such a ferocious side before.
But I didn't pay any attention to her at all, I just held her fragrant, mature body tight, the soft, tender, warm sensation from below making me shudder with pleasure.
The louder she screamed, the more afraid she was, the stronger the sense of revenge in my heart became, and the harder I went.
The anger in my heart, along with the desire, intertwined and grew more intense by the second, almost causing me to lose my reason.
I became even more savage, more crude.
