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Chapter 20 The Slut's Bargain
"Ah, ah, ah… harder… harder… that feels so good… ah, ah, ah… oh, oh, oh… so good… husband… daddy… fuck me… fuck me hard, fuck me to death… ah, ah, ah…"
The moment Lu Yao connected the call to Liu Zhijun, a chorus of obscene moans poured through, along with the unmistakable sound of frantic flesh slapping against flesh.
"Bastard, what are you trying to do!" Hearing the lewd chorus blaring through the phone, Lu Yao first assumed he was watching porn again. Already on edge, she snapped a curse and then barked into the receiver, "Say something! What do you want?"
"Ah… ah… husband… is that slut calling you again this early… ah… easier… ah… my little slut is going to be ruined by daddy's big cock… ah, ah…"
As more filthy moans spilled from the other end, Lu Yao froze. It wasn't a video; he was actually doing it with someone else right now.
Her face flushed hot. She moved to hang up, but ever since he'd mailed those filthy photos to her school for two days in a row, terror had hollowed her out. Gritting her teeth, swallowing the humiliation, she forced herself to keep listening. "Bastard, did you hear me? Speak!"
"Hey, hey, Lu the Beauty, I'm here. Didn't you just delete and block me a couple days ago? Why the sudden call?" His voice finally came through, threaded with panting and punctuated by rising moans and harsh slaps. With a third person listening in participating Lu Yao didn't know how to begin.
"Hey, hey Lu the Beauty, say something. If you won't, I'll hang up. I'm busy right now!" he said, breath tightening. The slaps grew louder, faster. "Pa-chi, pa-chi, pa-chi…"
"Ah, ah, ah… husband… daddy… ah… gentler… gentler… this slut's going to be fucked to death by daddy… ah… pinch my tits lighter… ah… softer… ah, daddy… da… daddy… ah… daddy's going to pop my tits… ah, ah…"
The filth dragged on while Lu Yao crouched in a corner on campus, the phone pressed to her ear. She took a deep breath to steady herself, then said flatly, "When are you free? I'll call back."
"Mm… hang on… let me think…" His voice ran ragged now. The pounding intensified, crude, wet sounds hammering at her ears. Then came the squeak of a bed. "Slut, open your mouth. I'm going to shoot in it!"
"Ah… ah mmph fuck… you filthy whore… clean my cock… swallow all of it… don't waste a drop… fuck… lick it clean… take it deeper!"
Lu Yao's hand trembled. She wanted to hang up or move the phone away. But she needed to hear when he'd be free. She only tilted the phone slightly away, to dull the worst of it.
"Hey Lu the Beauty, what do you want, anyway? You call, but don't talk. Come to eavesdrop on me fucking?" He finally spoke again.
Her jaw tightened. "You know what I'm calling about." She wanted to say the word "photos," but the woman's voice sounded again, bouncing through the line. Lu Yao swallowed and forced the rest back down. "Tell me when you're free, and I'll call."
"I've got time now. Just say it." He sounded utterly at ease. The thought of the other person there made the words stick in her throat. "When you're alone, call me back," she said.
"If you've got business, say it now. I'm not calling you," he replied. She realized he'd been toying with her from the start. Fury shot through her, and she hung up without another word.
"Hey why hang up before you're done? Do you want me to keep mailing photos to your school?" His call came back immediately. Lu Yao's temper frayed to threads. If she wasn't standing at the school gate, she might have screamed at him.
"Fine. Come find me after work this afternoon. We'll talk in person," he said. "No," she snapped, but he only laughed. "If you don't agree, I'll just keep sending them. I took a lot of good shots. Even one a day will last me a long time."
"You bastard what do you want!" She called back, voice shaking with fury.
"I told you meet me after work. You refused." He sounded triumphant. Her anger quaked at its breaking point, hatred rising like bile. But the fear the fear that he would keep sending photos to her school froze her. She drew a long breath through her nose, steadying enough to force out, "Give me the address."
He read it off. She hung up and stamped her heel into the pavement, twice, hard then turned and went into the school. Against a man like him, with her quiet, conservative nature she had no easy weapons.
"I'm here. Where are you?" After work, she drove to a neighborhood near the address he gave, then called him. She had spent the day steeling herself, preparing for whatever he would demand. At worst… at worst she would use her hand again.
Ten minutes later, he strolled out of the gates, slid into her passenger seat, and gave her that sleazy grin. "Drive, Lu the Beauty. Take me home."
She wanted to confront him about the photos immediately, but knew this wasn't the place. With a glare, she pulled away.
"Phew… had a married slut all day today. Nearly killed me. If I weren't worried her husband would be back tonight, I'd have stayed over," he said, lighting a cigarette and blowing smoke in her direction.
"Psycho," she muttered, then held her tongue. Once they'd left the neighborhood behind, she couldn't keep it in anymore. "What do you want? You violated me, then took those obscene photos, then mailed them to my school. What do you want? Believe it or not, I'll call the police right now."
"Go on then you're driving. I can't stop you. But just so you know, it's been days. Even if you report now, there won't be anything to test. At most, the cops might scold me for sending a few pictures. Let them. Scolding doesn't hurt me," he said, smug. He turned, voice cooling. "But if you report me, I have plenty of ways to deal with you."
"What… do you want?" The threat hit its mark. He had her photos and videos; he knew she had been drugged, but explaining would be a mire. For now, she would hear him out and find a way to survive.
"It's simple. You agreed to be my girlfriend for a month. Finish the agreement," he said, eyes sliding over her chest. But he glanced away again apparently not in the mood after his earlier exploits.
"Is that all?" she asked, jaw tight. This wasn't going to be that simple.
"Of course…" He paused, a wicked smile curling his lips. "Of course not. But relax I'm not asking for the world. We said four visits, didn't we? Last time counts as one. Let me fuck you three more times, and we're done. How about it?"
"No. Not even once." The words came out vicious, furious. Then, fear tightening her ribs, she added in a strangled voice, cheeks burning, "At most… I can use my hand."
"Fuck do I need your hand for?" he snapped. "Suit yourself. If you won't agree, I won't force you. Pull over I'll take a cab. As for what I'll do next, don't worry your head."
"Bastard…" Humiliation and fury burned tears into her eyes. The thought of what he'd put her through what he could still do made her throat ache. "Why are you doing this to me… What did I ever do to you… Let me go, please…"
"No. I've told you my terms. If you won't agree, drop me off and don't ask what comes next," he said coldly, flicking ash out the window. "If you do agree, drive me home. After a month, we're done. I won't harass you again."
She said nothing. She didn't pull over, either. With one hand on the wheel, she dabbed at her eyes with a tissue and kept driving kept driving until she had delivered him back to his door.
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