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Chapter 14 The Night She Slept in the Devil's Home
After getting home, Lu Yao chatted with her mother and child for a while, then helped her son with his homework. Once she coaxed him to sleep, she went to shower in the bathroom of her own room. When she undressed and stood in the bathroom, the scene from the hospital when she helped Redhead finish by hand rose unbidden in her mind.
"D-don't touch me…" The last time she'd helped him, he had first held her hand to guide the motion, saying that helping her would make it go faster. But after guiding her hand for a short while, he started sliding along her arm, groping bit by bit. Lu Yao loathed this shameless opportunism but suppressed the disgust, pretending not to notice in the hope he would climax sooner and she could leave.
"Ah… so good… Lu the Beauty… faster… I'm about to…" When she didn't resist, he became bolder sidling closer until his legs opened toward her, one leg hanging off the bed and the other curling around behind her hips. His free left hand snaked up to her shoulder, "accidentally" brushing against the full curve of her chest.
"Hss… slut… faster… I can't hold it… ah…" He was pressed nearly fully against her now; from a distance it would look like he was embracing her completely. His hot breath on her skin made her cheeks and ears burn crimson.
The closeness made irritation coil in her chest. But hearing him groan that he was about to finish, she didn't dare break the moment. She forced herself to keep stroking him quickly, praying he would climax at once.
"Hss… so intense… really about to lose it… Lu the Beauty… let me look at your big tits again… Just a look… one look and I'll come…" Without her noticing, his hand had settled fully onto her chest. Through the fabric, he gripped and kneaded her breasts, and when she was distracted, he flicked at the neckline of her T-shirt and swiftly slipped his hand inside.
"No…" Realizing what he was doing, she struggled, shrugging her shoulder away while refusing with words yet her hand still worked his rigid length quickly, hoping to take advantage of his heightened excitement and force the finish.
"It's fine… I'll just pull your shirt aside and look I promise I won't touch you…" His hand was already fully inside. Though he said he would only look, he couldn't help but let his fingers graze her pale, soft flesh. He even complained with a lewd smile, "See? If you hadn't struggled when I said I wouldn't touch, this wouldn't have happened."
"Take your hand out now or I'll stop helping you." Flushed with shame from his touches, she gripped him harder and struggled, raising her voice in anger.
"Hss… fuck… too much… I'm gonna come… quick… faster " He had finally gotten his hand inside; there was no way he would withdraw. He shouted that he was about to finish while pressing his palm fully around her breast. His fingers hooked beneath her bra, catching her nipple between them, and he kneaded the soft, slippery weight vigorously.
"Bastard get your filthy hand off me!" Shocked as he clamped down on her breast, she shoved him hard. She was about to let go of him and push him away when he squeezed her breast tighter, kneading aggressively while growling in her ear, "Quick two more strokes I'm going to come!"
"Ah… fuck… fuck you… slut… so good… ah " With his low roar, the rigid shaft in her palm twitched sharply, and a thick spurt of semen blasted out. Her palm cupped the glans; the burst struck with force. Her other hand, by instinct, gripped the base and stroked rapidly, milking him until every last drop was spent.
"That filthy scoundrel…" Standing naked in the bathroom, about to shower, she glanced in the mirror and saw finger marks on her chest. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and anger. Worse when she pulled down her black underwear, she found mottled wetness.
Clearly, even though she hadn't been brought to climax like the previous night, her arousal had soaked her panties. Remembering the force of the semen spurting against her palm, his harsh grip on her breast, the way two fingers pinched her nipple until it hurt but in that pain was a hint of tingling sweetness she trembled lightly before the mirror as a shiver of sensation rippled through her.
"Lu Yao… are you shameless? You're a teacher how could you do something so disgraceful!" She almost put her hand between her legs then yanked it back as soon as she realized. Staring at her flushed reflection, she cursed herself under her breath.
She stepped beneath the shower and rinsed herself quickly. The agitation inside finally subsided a little. She dried off, put on pajamas, and lay on the bed. Her mind was a muddle. She scrolled short videos absentmindedly for over an hour before finally falling asleep.
Over the next few days, when she went to the hospital to look after Redhead, he did not ask her to help him finish again, nor did he spew vulgar words. He simply had her buy food, fetch water, tidy up, and wipe him down. When she finished, he didn't stop her from leaving.
At first she wondered if she was imagining it this sudden change in him but being able to go home early each day without harassment made her truly happy. The quiet didn't last long, though; Redhead was discharged.
And Lu Yao had to begin fulfilling their earlier agreement: to pretend to be his girlfriend for a month.
Of course, pretending for a month didn't mean she would be acting as his girlfriend every day. It applied only when visiting his grandmother's home, and they had agreed on four visits once each weekend.
"It's the weekend today. Come home with me, or Grandma will nag me to death." He happened to be discharged on a weekend afternoon. Lu Yao, off work, came when he called to help with the paperwork. Hearing he was being discharged, she felt like the matter was finally nearing its end and agreed to help. His real purpose, of course, was more than discharge formalities; once that was done, he immediately demanded that she go home with him.
Her first instinct was to refuse. Then she thought if they finished the agreement quickly, she could be rid of him sooner so she agreed. On the way, she bought some gifts at her own expense, then followed him to his grandmother's village home on the outskirts.
"Lu Yao, be convincing later. Don't give the game away, or the agreement is void." After parking in a rural spot far from the city, he took her hand and warned her.
"Fine, I know." Being grabbed in public made her tense. She glanced around to make sure no one saw, then exhaled and yanked her hand away, snapping, "And don't grab me outside. What if someone sees?"
"Alright, alright. Let's go in." He ignored her words with a grin, pushed open the gate, and strode into the courtyard, calling loudly, "Grandma Grandma! I'm back to see you!"
"Jun-jun, is that you… Where have you been these days? You didn't go fighting again, did you…" An elderly, stooped woman emerged with a cane. Redhead rushed over, smiling, to support her. "Grandma, don't say that. I even brought my girlfriend home this time. Don't expose me in front of her!"
"You child… Such a big thing, why didn't you tell me in advance…" Only then did the old woman notice Lu Yao standing at the door. Supported by her grandson, she hurried to take Lu Yao's hand, excitement brightening her face. "Look at this… not a word from Jun-jun beforehand… I didn't prepare anything… Come, come in quickly…"
"It's alright, Grandma… no need for a fuss… I just came with Zhijun to pay respects," Lu Yao said shyly. Lying wasn't her strong suit, and deceiving an elderly woman like this made her uneasy. But backed into this corner by Redhead's relentless pressure, she could only let herself be led into the sitting room.
Clearly, the old lady loved cleanliness. Her clothes were neat; the spacious room was spotless, the old furniture and appliances all carefully arranged. Lu Yao swept a glance across the room, then darted an involuntary, disdainful look toward Liu Zhijun Redhead's proper name. How could such a neat, decent grandmother have raised such a shameless grandson?
The old lady chatted happily with Lu Yao for a long time, delighted by her educated, gentle demeanor. When she learned Lu Yao was a teacher, her smile nearly split her face.
She didn't mind that Lu Yao was older than Liu Zhijun. In fact, she told Lu Yao to keep him in line.
"Yaoyao, you and Jun-jun sit. Grandma will cook for you." She held Lu Yao's hand and chattered until it was almost mealtime, then reluctantly went to the kitchen. Lu Yao meant to decline and say she wouldn't eat at home, but thought it inappropriate on a first visit and couldn't bear to let an elderly woman cook alone. She hurried to the kitchen to help. The old lady, even more pleased to see her initiative, protested half-heartedly but then chatted as they worked. Before long, they had prepared a bountiful dinner.
"Grandma… it's getting late… I should head back," Lu Yao said after the meal, hoping to leave. But the old lady clung to her hand, refusing to let her go, insisting she stay the night. To make matters worse, Liu Zhijun didn't help; he grinned and said, "Grandma's asked so nicely. Just stay over. It's Sunday tomorrow you don't have class."
"You " She shot him a furious glare. He kept smiling slyly, then finally said to his grandmother, "Alright, Grandma, go along now or you'll make Yaoyao feel awkward. I'll talk to her in a bit."
"Lu the Beauty, just agree for now. After Grandma falls asleep, you can leave. Tomorrow I'll tell her you had something urgent," he murmured once the old lady was out of earshot. Lu Yao rolled her eyes at him, cursing herself silently for ever agreeing to such an outrageous request.
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