The perils ahead came one after another, and she felt as if every hair on her body, from head to toe, was standing on end.
At that moment, Shang Zheng suddenly lifted her by the waist and ordered in a low voice, "Raise it."
Ninety percent of her attention was focused ahead, and without a second thought, she stood on her tiptoes slightly.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her very core.
"Ah!" Even though Su Mi had been completely ignoring the abuse from behind her until then, she let out a shrill scream at this moment.
"Sir! What... are you doing! Stop!" Su Mi yelled. He had actually taken her virginity without any warning and without the slightest mercy at this critical moment!
"Dare to dodge?" His voice was hoarse. "Keep flying!"
The debris ahead was confusing and elusive. She had to use her heart as if it were tenfold to narrowly avoid most of the debris. Even so, quite a few pieces of debris still slammed into the plane heavily, making her whole body tingle and reel with the jolts of the plane.
But Shang Zheng, without a care in the world, thrust himself fully into her at this moment. His heavy body pressed her down so that she had to lean towards the driving panel, hitting the flight instruments again and again.
He was crazy! He was truly a madman! She had never known that he could be this insane! Did he not realize that with just one careless move from her, they would both be doomed to perish in space?
The dual threats and abuse pushed her mind and body simultaneously to the peak of collapse with an intensity she had never experienced before.
She was terrified, furious, and even desperate. But she was also extremely stimulated. She didn't know exactly what she was feeling at the moment. It was just that under Shang Zheng's madness, she too was being driven crazy.
"Sir!" She roared in his arms. "You said you'd let me go if I flew well! You promised!"
Shang Zheng licked her earlobe lightly with his tongue. "A traitor doesn't deserve my trust. Kitten... This is the most effective punishment for you."
Finally, the most dangerous debris belt was passed, and the fighter jet entered a relatively empty hemisphere.
Su Mi felt completely exhausted and only then realized that her hands and feet had gone numb.
Shang Zheng raised his hand and slammed it hard on the driving panel, activating the safety mode again. He reached down to pick up a few documents from the ground and looked down at her with lowered eyes. "Quite thorough."
"Too bad it didn't work." She replied without showing any weakness.
Because of the life-and-death excitement just now, her fear of him had long been forgotten. Her whole body and mind had fallen into a state of loose numbness.
He threw the documents aside, lowered his head, and bit hard on her slender neck and shoulders.
This second round of plundering was much calmer compared to the intense stimulation just now, but also much more prolonged.
Tears finally blurred her eyes, but they were immediately wiped away by his calloused fingertips. It seemed he didn't like to see her crying.
"Why did you give me the plane?" She asked in a trembling voice.
He didn't answer. His bone-chilling eyes stared down at her from above and he countered, "Why did you run away? As I recall, your life belongs to me."
Fine beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, onto her slender neck, slowly trickling down to her heaving chest.
When the plane landed at the Shang Residence, she couldn't help but stiffen and convulse uncontrollably. And the veins on his forehead stood out straight as he looked at her pained face with his dark eyes and said word by word in her ear, "Remember – anything that belongs to me must not be betrayed."
That night, Su Mi lay on the bed in her bedroom in a daze, with no lights on. The distant starlight and moonlight filtered in through the window, making the quiet room exude a heart-pounding chill.
Sometimes she felt sadder than she had imagined, and sometimes she didn't feel as sad as she thought. And that sadness didn't seem to be just because of the loss of her virginity. What was it then?
She thought she was doomed to a sleepless night because as soon as she closed her eyes, she would see the terrifying debris belts constantly emerging in the air currents and clouds, hurtling towards her. At the same time, she would also see Shang Zheng's eyes full of coldness.
But she never expected that after a brief daze, she actually fell asleep and slept until noon the next day.
At the moment she opened her eyes again, she suddenly felt a bit lighter.
She thought, So I have nothing left to lose.
She had thought that Shang Zheng would continue to demand her body, but in the following days, Shang Zheng never set foot in her room. She stayed holed up in her room for two days before she finally ventured out again. The servants looked as usual, and Assistant Mu still smiled at her.
And Shang Zheng – whether they met in the dining hall, the corridor, or the garden, he never even glanced at her, as if she didn't exist.
So she couldn't help but recall the day he had taken possession of her. Even though he hadn't said a word, she could still feel his merciless fury. But when the cabin door opened, he had taken off his shirt and wrapped her up completely before picking her up.
After he had dropped her on the bed, he had left.
It was as if that was the end of her.
Finally, one day, she couldn't resist walking into the study when Assistant Mu was alone, sorting out documents. She closed the door behind her.
"Mr. Mu." Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz. "When... will I be sent to the young director of the Zhou Group?"
Assistant Mu shook his head with a bit of surprise. "There was never any intention of sending you before. Now... a woman that Sir has touched will definitely not be given to anyone else."
"Then what about me..."
Assistant Mu simply sat down on the sofa and sighed. "Miss Su, actually I quite admire you. You almost got away. But that behavior was really unnecessary."
"Why..." Su Mi felt her heart leap to her throat in an instant. "Why was it unnecessary?"
He looked at her and smiled. "Because Sir originally intended to take you under his wing. Not as a woman, but as a subordinate."
When she walked out of the first floor of the villa, Su Mi felt as if she had turned into a wooden statue. Mu Xi Ting's words had shocked her greatly. She didn't know what Shang Zheng had seen in her. And in a way, that plane was really a gift for her.
And if she could really fly the fighter jet, perhaps she could help him get a foothold in the air force? But more importantly, one day, she would surely be able to fulfill her dream – to search for Earth.
But she had flown the plane to escape and then angered him.
She walked along the lawn, step by step, towards the small white building ahead – the legendary "Flesh Processing Factory" – where Shang Zheng was. Assistant Mu's words still rang in her ears: "Miss Su, go and apologize to Sir. Although Sir intends to train you only for his own interests, you can also reap great benefits from it. Hurry up and find him. Maybe he hasn't changed his mind yet."
Her mood was extremely complicated. He was the one who had saved her, and also the one who had treated her like a commodity and despised her; he was the one who had given her the plane, and also the one who had violently plundered her body. His way of "punishment" still made her legs tremble and her heart fill with fear when she thought about it now. But she knew she had no other choice but to bow her head to him.
The military police at the door tried to stop her when they saw her coming, but another one smiled and waved his hand, whispering, "Miss, Sir is on the third floor. But are you sure you want to go in?"
What had happened on the plane that day had probably spread throughout the residence. Su Mi felt a bit embarrassed and walked quickly inside.
Half an hour later, Su Mi was standing against the wall, drenched in cold sweat. She instinctively closed her eyes. But those strange machines and tools could actually produce so many strange noises inside a person's body, accompanied by the screams of the tortured, on the verge of a breakdown, making Su Mi feel as if she were in hell.
But that man was sitting there so serenely, even having the leisure to drink hot tea, as if what was happening in front of him was not torture but a heartwarming TV drama.
This was the first time she had seen Shang Zheng like this. It was terrifying. Compared to this, his punishment of her was really as light as it could be.
Was this Shang Zheng really the same person who had carried her out of the mayor's residence that day? Did he really intend to take her as a subordinate?