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🕑 Added 2025-10-04 20:47:09 +0000 UTCChapter 8
“Bastard… you you dared to do something so excessive to me! Our agreement is completely void!” After scrubbing for a long time in the bathroom, washing away all traces of semen from her face and hands, Lu Yao stormed out, pointing at Redhead’s nose and shouting in humiliation and fury.
She was truly at the limit of her anger. In all her years of marriage, she had never even given her own husband oral sex, let alone been ejaculated on. The thought of Redhead’s filthy fluid hitting her face made her want to die of shame. Before dying, though, she wanted to drag that scoundrel down with her having the man she despised most shoot his dirtiest filth onto her face was worse than death.
So the moment she cleaned herself up, she burst out and roared at him. After something like that, there was no way she would continue honoring that damned agreement.
“Lu the Beauty, you can’t just say it’s void and make it so. That’s a bit domineering, isn’t it?” Redhead had clearly wiped himself off while she was in the bathroom. His thick member was still exposed, and he lounged there, smoking with a smug grin. “I didn’t touch you, didn’t lay a hand on you. What exactly did I do that was excessive?”
“You how dare you say you didn’t? You just… you just…” His nonchalant attitude nearly drove her to tears again. She repeated “you just” several times but couldn’t bring herself to say aloud that he had ejaculated on her face. It was too degrading to voice.
“Oh, you mean that little accident, the, uh, spurting on you? I didn’t do it on purpose. You’re the one who came in so close,” he chirped with a cheerful innocence, as if only now realizing why she was furious. He treated her indignation like nothing. “Per the agreement, I didn’t touch you or do anything to you. You came close on your own, and I accidentally got some on you.”
“You…” Lu Yao’s body trembled with rage, her eyes fixed on him. If looks could kill, he’d have died a hundred times already. Beyond the fact of his semen hitting her, what enraged her most was his utter lack of remorse his grinning, flippant tone. The disrespect made her want to strangle him.
“What, ‘you’ what? Am I wrong? If you think I’m wrong, we can find someone to judge right now,” he said, reclining with his legs crossed and that infuriating grin on his face. “I maintain I didn’t do anything excessive. You leaned in, and I slipped.”
“You… you…” She was so incensed she could barely speak. She spun on her heel and marched out of the ward. As she left, she could hear him call after her, “Don’t forget to come back tomorrow night!” The words made her stamp her foot hard in rage. She wanted to go back and beat him senseless.
But she knew she wasn’t his match, and going back now would only mean more humiliation. So she clenched her jaw, left the hospital, and refused to think about whether she would come again tomorrow. For now, every minute away from that filthy man was a minute she could breathe. Tomorrow’s problem could wait until tomorrow.
By the time she reached the entrance to her apartment complex, her fury had finally cooled a little. She paused to tidy her hair, took a deep breath to settle the restlessness inside, and headed home.
“Mom, why are you back so late? I missed you!” As soon as she stepped in, her son threw himself into her arms. Normally, she would cuddle him for a long while. Tonight, though, she didn’t have the heart. She patted his head with a strained smile and led him into the living room.
“Yaoyao, Wenbin and I already ate. Have you eaten yet? If not, I’ll make you something,” her mother called from the couch.
“I ate out,” Lu Yao replied, nodding. She sank onto the sofa, fidgeting with her phone. Back home, her sense of grievance swelled again, but with her son and mother present, she couldn’t let it show.
“What’s wrong, Yaoyao? Something on your mind?” her mother asked, reading her mood at a glance. Lu Yao forced a thin smile. “It’s nothing…”
“Mom, could you stay at our place for a while and pick up Wenbin after school in the afternoons? Things at school are busy lately, and I might not have time to get him,” she added after a brief silence. As much as she loathed seeing that scoundrel again, on the way home she’d thought it through. She couldn’t act purely on anger. If Redhead really decided to cause trouble, the consequences might be worse.
“Of course. No problem at all. I’m idle at home anyway I’ll cook and do the laundry for you too,” her mother said easily. It wasn’t the first time she had helped care for her grandson.
“Then I’ll put Wenbin to bed time to sleep,” Lu Yao said after checking the time. It was nearly nine. After a little more small talk, she ushered her son to the bedroom.
Sitting on the edge of the bed later, she thought, Better to keep that scoundrel pacified until he recovers and is discharged. Then I’ll have fulfilled the terms, and this will be over. Otherwise, with his shamelessness, he’ll only keep pestering me.
After coaxing her son to sleep, she showered. Back in her room, lying in bed, she couldn’t stop her mind from circling back to Redhead. The moment she recalled being suddenly ejaculated on, a wave of restless disgust washed over her. Even after bathing, she imagined a lingering stench on her skin and, irritated, got up to shower again.
In the next few days, Lu Yao went to the hospital after work to look after Redhead. He found new ways to tease and torment her each time if he wasn’t ordering her around, he was doing lewd things right in front of her.
Bound by the agreement, she could only swallow the humiliation. He didn’t touch her at least not blatantly and after that first incident she became much more cautious, dressing conservatively and denying him any opportunity to leer at exposed skin.
Even so, watching him perform those disgusting acts in front of her, and enduring the filth in his gaze, left her burning with shame. Every time his eyes raked over her, she felt as if she were being violated.
Worst of all was helping him to the toilet and wiping him down. Those were the moments she had to have physical contact with him. Even if he didn’t grope her, the contact alone repulsed her.
And every time she wiped him down, he would nag her to “clean the cock thoroughly,” claiming it wouldn’t be hygienic otherwise. She knew he was doing it on purpose, but she was thin-skinned and found it hard to argue endlessly about such sordid details. More than once, under his pestering, her towel “accidentally” brushed his shaft.
“Yes, yes Lu the Beauty, pull my foreskin down and clean under it. Otherwise there’s smegma inside,” he crooned one day as she once again wiped him down, his head propped on two pillows, eyes glued nastily to her flushed face, issuing orders with an obscene grin.
“You ” She held his shaft through the towel, fighting the urge to rip the vile thing off. In the end, she gritted her teeth, drew the foreskin down, and used another damp cloth to wipe the swollen head.
“Heh-heh… Lu the Beauty, how is it? Isn’t my cock much bigger than your husband’s?” He leered, drunk on triumph at the sight of her bowing to her task. He longed to grab her head and force himself into her mouth.
But he knew better. If he overstepped now, she’d use it to tear up the agreement, and he’d lose his chance.
From experience with several married women, he knew: slow boil. Little by little, erode her shame and reserve. One day, she’d be on her knees, serving him willingly.
“Are you sick?” At the mention of her husband, a tremor ran through her. Doing this already felt like betraying him. To hear Redhead speak so brazenly made her want to slap the towel across his face.
“Hey, I’m just asking you to compare. Which is bigger mine or your husband’s? Which is harder?” he snickered, shifting his legs so that his knee brushed lightly against the curve of her rear.
“Say one more word, and I’m leaving right now,” she snarled through clenched teeth. Her fingers tensed around the towel, halfway to yanking harshly. But even that felt too mortifying. She lifted her head instead and snapped the warning aloud.
“Alright, alright no more talk. But make sure you clean me properly. Up, down, left, right everywhere.” Seeing that she might truly lose her temper, he pretended to yield, secretly delighted to keep her hands on him longer.
At last, with him quiet, she forced herself to finish the task thoroughly, wiping every inch, even the two testicles. Then she carried the basin to the bathroom, emptied it, and washed her hands hard with liquid soap several times before stepping out again.
