Even If I Knew It a 'Green Tea', I Would Still Take the Bait (Forced Nph) - Chapter 8: Finger Rape

Chapter 8: Finger Rape

Yu Fu had a headache and her hearing was a bit fuzzy. At first, she thought she was dreaming, but when she felt a heavy body pressing down on her, she anxiously opened her hazy eyes. Through the mist, she saw a stern and handsome face just inches from hers.

“Yuan Yi…” she said, struggling to breathe. She tilted her head back and furrowed her brow, trying to back away, but her limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, despite her gritted teeth and efforts to push him off.

The fear dispelled some of her drunkenness, and Yu Fu’s gaze became clearer. She tried to shove the man on top of her, but he firmly locked her hands and pinned them over her head.

“Ah…” she gasped as her chest was forced upward, the round breasts concealed by her thin dress straining the fabric. The delicate buttons seemed ready to burst open, as a sense of carnal desire washed over them.

Yuan Yi’s eyes narrowed with a hint of redness. Thinking of her white legs, a difficult-to-describe swelling arose in his lower abdomen – a feeling not entirely unfamiliar, stronger than when he watched videos, as if something was about to break free from the confines of reason.

He swallowed hard, shifting his gaze from her chest to the innocent, pretty face. She was drunk, her doe-like eyes hazy with moisture, her small lips bitten red and trembling. If only Yu Han was as afraid of him as she was.

“Have you done this before?” he asked, his rough palm gripping her slender leg and pulling it aside.

Now fully alert, Yu Fu shuddered and hastily shook her head. “You… you should get off, I need to go home…”

At her words, Yuan Yi let out a mocking, sharp chuckle. Seeing the flushed face beneath him, the fleeting smile faded, and a malicious gleam entered his eyes as he scrutinized her features, as if trying to bore a hole through her. “I didn’t provoke you, so don’t do this…” Yu Fu pleaded with a choked sob.

No, she wasn’t like them at all. Nothing alike in features or face shape – he couldn’t mistake her for a twin. The sight pained his eyes, the blood vessels throbbing, his breath uneven. At least they didn’t look the same, or he might have trouble discerning who was beneath him. But the more he thought about it, the more he hated it. If Yu Fu hadn’t shown up, Yu Han wouldn’t have acted so unreasonably, and none of this would have happened.

Anger surged within him. He released her wrists, grasping the collar of her dress, muscles flexing as he roughly tore it, buttons scattering with a light sound, not quite drowning out Yu Fu’s cry and sobs. She tried to cover herself, but he caught her wrists again, forcing her to embrace his neck, flushed with protruding veins.

Yu Fu resisted, her nails raking quickly across his pale skin, leaving a mess of red marks.

“Be still,” Yuan Yi’s cold, harsh voice rang out in the spacious bedroom, making her chest tremble. Her already chaotic heartbeat quickened, leaving her breathless, the long, choked sobs trapped in her throat.

That pitiful, abused look – red-rimmed eyes, quivering lips with an imprint of restrained teeth, the round, prominent breasts rising and falling with her ragged breaths like the fluttering of butterfly wings – it was all so tempting.

The suppressed heat surged back into Yuan Yi’s heart, like an impenetrable net, firmly controlling him, pushing him from an impasse to a path of no return.

He roughly yanked down the troublesome bra, lowering his head to bite the newly exposed, rosy, hardened nipple.

“Mmh…”

Yu Fu arched her neck, whimpering, as a tear rolled down her cheek along with her furrowed, restrained expression.

Yuan Yi slid his hand into her underwear.

“No…”

Yu Fu’s gaze wavered, panic and pleading mixed, her face flushed as she tried to push his hand away. “But you like my sister, you can’t do this to me…”

The man’s bony fingers unhesitatingly parted the tight, wet folds.

He had penetrated her.

Yu Fu took a shuddering breath, her throat filled with soft, crying sounds.

Amid the muffled sobs, Yuan Yi’s fingertips were enveloped by the hot, wet little opening, slightly trembling to match the soft, pliant sensation within. The stimulation made his hard, dry eyes grow moist with an even greedier desire.

“You’re not going home tonight,” he said harshly. “No one wants you.”