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🕑 Added 2025-10-04 20:47:16 +0000 UTCChapter 9
“Alright, if there’s nothing else, I’m heading home first.” After washing her hands and leaving the bathroom, Lu Yao spoke toward Redhead. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she was stunned to see him stroking that filthy thing again. Her eyes, catching the movement of his hand, flushed instantly. She cursed him silently truly shameless then quickly averted her gaze in embarrassment.
“What’s the rush? It’s still early. Stay with me a little longer.” Redhead grinned lewdly, his left hand sliding up and down his thick, rigid shaft as his eyes lingered on Lu Yao’s rosy face. He deliberately waggled himself at her. “Lu the Beauty, wait till I finish. Then help me clean up, and you can go.”
“You… you…” Though she had already witnessed this more than once, hearing him say it still ignited an urge to curse out loud. Years of self-restraint kept her from exploding. Grinding her teeth, she forced out, “I have things to do at home. I don’t have time for you.”
“Lu the Beauty, we agreed just now, remember? You’d watch me finish and then clean me up before you leave.” He chuckled as he stroked himself. “I’m considerate, aren’t I? I know you have a child to look after, so I’ve never made things hard for you. Now I’m only asking you to wait a little longer. Let me finish and then you go. That’s too much?”
“Could you stop doing something this disgusting in front of me?” She couldn’t help it anymore; shame pressed her lips to the edge of confession. Before, she had deliberately ignored his vile behavior hoping that if she gave no reaction, he would grow bored and stop on his own.
But her deliberate indifference hadn’t curbed him at all. It only made him more brazen. His words grew filthier, and more than once he had even asked her to help him with her hands.
Of course she refused. He then settled for a compromise: she would sit and watch him finish. He even claimed the only reason he had been able to climax last time was because she was watching. He used that as leverage if she didn’t agree, then she had to stay until he slept.
Lu Yao loathed every moment near him, but to be rid of this scoundrel sooner, and though the act revolted her utterly, she gritted her teeth and agreed.
“Th-then hurry up,” she muttered helplessly, standing in place and urging him to get on with it. Seeing she wasn’t rushing for the door anymore, a sly, vicious smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He let go of himself, reached for a cigarette on the table, lit it slowly, and took his time savoring the smoke.
“C-could you go faster?” The moment she saw him take up a cigarette, anger and anxious frustration surged. She had already agreed to watch him a humiliation so deep she could choke on it and yet he dragged things out, wasting her time on purpose.
“Lu the Beauty, sit a bit closer. Why so far? Afraid I’ll eat you?” he said lazily, still smoking. Even without his hand on it, his erection stood straight and rigid, veins bulging along its thick length, the sight alone grotesque and intimidating.
“If you sit so far, I don’t feel anything. How am I supposed to finish quickly? You’re not some little girl what’s there to be so shy about?” He eyed her again. “Come closer. If I feel something, I’ll be done fast. But you sitting way over there I might not finish even in an hour.”
“You don’t want to wait that long, do you?” he prodded.
She knew: if she didn’t do as he asked, he wouldn’t let her go easily. She also told herself that if he tried anything crossing the line, she could step away at once and end this farce. After a brief silence, she stepped toward the bed, moved a stool, and sat down still keeping her eyes off the rigid obscenity.
“Sit on the bed,” he urged, tossing away his cigarette and patting the spot beside him. Then he gripped himself again and resumed his obscene motions. “Honestly, blame your husband. He could’ve broken my left hand, but no he had to mess up my right. Now even jerking off is uncomfortable.”
“Serves you right,” Lu Yao muttered, wishing her husband had broken both his hands. She sat at the edge of the bed, still refusing to look at it directly. To avoid the awkwardness, she took out her phone and pretended to scroll.
“Don’t just stare at your phone. I need you to watch me if you want me to finish,” he said, shifting subtly so his foot brushed the hem of her clothes, while his hand moved steadily up and down.
“So much nonsense,” she grumbled, swallowing the urge to curse. To get it over with, she lowered the phone to her lap and fixed her gaze vaguely around his lower abdomen. But her eyes, betraying her, kept being drawn to his hand’s motion.
She wasn’t trying to ogle him. But she also couldn’t stare off into space if she was pretending to watch; her eyes naturally hovered at the edge of that obscene movement. At first, she would take a single quick look and then snap her gaze away, cheeks flaming. Gradually, though, she found herself dazed, her eyes lingering a heartbeat too long before she snatched them back, flustered.
“Lu the Beauty, how is it do you like watching me? Want my cock to slide into your tight little pussy?” His breathing quickened with the minutes, a hungry, predatory look locking onto her reddened cheeks. His left hand sped up, and his foot, sly and filthy, rubbed at her hip whenever she shifted.
She felt it and recoiled inside his dirty foot brushing her body made her skin crawl. She shifted her seat several times; even when she scooted to the very edge of the mattress, his foot followed. At last, she snapped, “Move your filthy foot, or I’m leaving now!”
“Damn… I was almost there, and you ruined it,” he grumbled, releasing himself and snatching up another cigarette. “I’ll have a smoke first.”
“You…” She had endured the shame of watching this, clinging to the hope it would end quickly. To see him halt and light up again made her seethe. Anger clawed at her chest she wanted to strangle him.
“What? Can’t I take a moment to catch my breath? My hand’s sore from all this.” He took two drags, rolled his wrist, then grinned at her flushed face. “Lu the Beauty, you want me to finish quickly, right?”
“If you do, then help me,” he went on when she didn’t answer. “You’ve touched it before. Give me a hand, and I might be done right away.”
“In your dreams!” she snapped, trembling with anger. “If you’re going to do it, then do it stop dawdling. I don’t have time to waste.”
“I just don’t feel close yet. Maybe… give me a little stimulation?” His eyes slid lewdly over her flushed face, lingering on her full chest. He flicked ash into a makeshift paper cup ashtray. “Your tits are huge. Show them to me, and I might finish in no time.”
“No… If you still don’t finish, I’m leaving,” she said flatly, pushing to stand.
“Hey, you promised. Either wait until I’m done, or until I fall asleep, remember? Otherwise you’re breaking our agreement.” He cut her off at once. “If you insist on leaving now, then don’t come tomorrow. I’ll wait till I’m healed and then come find you make sure everyone knows how you broke our deal.”
“You dare threaten me?” She’d expected this, but hearing him say it out loud still ignited her fury. Yet anger aside she couldn’t let him use this as a weapon to ruin her reputation. After a moment’s silence, she hissed through clenched teeth, “Fine. I’ll wait until you fall asleep.”
“Great. I slept all day; I’ve got all night.” He chuckled, tugged his underwear up casually, grabbed his phone, and opened a video.
“Ah ah ah… fuck me… harder… harder, daddy fuck me to death… daddy… I’m your filthy slut… your little bitch… daddy’s cock is so big… ah ah ah I’m going to die from daddy’s big cock… ah ah ah aaah no, daddy ah ah I’m going to squirt again… ah ah daddy your slut is going to squirt again… ah ah ah ah ah…” The obscene, debauched moans filled the ward.
“Heh-heh… Want to watch together, Lu the Beauty? This was a big slut I bagged a while ago. Every time, she squirts for me again and again,” he grinned.
“Psycho.” Lu Yao spat the word, stood, and moved her stool to the farthest corner. “Turn it down. Don’t pollute my ears.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll lower it.” He did, a little still loud enough that in the room, every filthy sound was clear.
“Sick,” she muttered, turning her own phone’s volume up just to drown it out. If only she had brought earphones.
What followed was a slow, relentless torture. Redhead lay watching his old videos. Lu Yao sat rigid, scrolling short clips without seeing any of them. Finally after more than an hour she snapped, “Stop watching that. What do you want me to do to help you finish?”
