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"Ugh... urgh..."

Tang Ayeon, you crazy bitch...!

I’m losing my mind.

Ever since Tang Ayeon forced that weird drug down my throat, my body’s been a traitor, twisting against my will.

"I trusted you...! I trusted you...!!"

To think the Phoenix of the orthodox sects would do this to a guy who said he’s taken—If I’d known, I would’ve just stayed quiet...!

"Don’t cover your face."

Tang Ayeon grabbed the arm shielding my eyes and yanked it away, her grip unyielding.

"Why do you look so betrayed? I’m the one who got betrayed first."

When did I betray you...!

Through the tears stinging my eyes, I caught her face—lips curved in a mocking smile, but those eyes? Cold voids, still smoldering with that earlier inferno. It was the most terrifying sight I’d ever faced.

I clawed desperately against the drug’s haze, fighting to reclaim so shred of control, but—

What could a regular guy with no dantian do against it?

"Ugh..."

The aphrodisiac flooded my veins like liquid fire, sapping my strength in an instant while forcing my erection to rigid attention, defiant and unyielding.

"No...!"

I don’t want to be raped.

Even if Tang Ayeon’s pretty and rich—a top-tier bride candidate—this isn’t what I crave. The intimacy I’d fantasized about was mutual, a tender exchange between equals, not this brutal one-sided unleashing of raw hunger.

But resistance crumbled. My body betrayed fully now—limbs heavy as lead, arms pinned beneath her weight, legs trapped under her thighs. Completely subdued, a fly in amber.

In that helpless sprawl, she set to work shredding my clothes, fabric tearing like fragile promises.

The clothes Master made for ...!

I squeezed my eyes shut, unwilling to witness the ruin of that cherished gift—stitched with her rare patience, a quiet anchor from simpler days.

Master’s face flickered unbidden in my mind, serene and scolding.

"Foolish boy. I told you not to show your face."

Would she chide like that? Or sweep in with one of her fleeting rcies, pulling from the brink?

Either way, it was a hollow dream. Master slumbered in seclusion, oblivious, while I’d stolen away to chase the world’s fleeting lights.

I’m sorry... I’m sorry...

I should’ve heeded her. Absorbed those stark warnings about the martial realm’s teeth. Kept the veil firm, a shield against the wolves.

I miss you...

Her presence, once a tireso constant, now ached like an open wound—the one face I yearned for amid this nightmare.

"Ah..."

The mont crested.

Tang Ayeon swallowed thickly, her gaze locked on my exposed length—throbbing insistent, slick with the drug’s cruel prelude, a stark mismatch to my slender fra. I could all but feel the doom awaiting it.

I cursed the traitor for its eager leak, preening for the plunge.

"Haa... haa..."

She straddled fully, breaths ragged and hot, the woman I knew dissolving into sothing primal—beast unchained, obsession’s thrall, no remnant of the gentle ally.

Slide.

Her hips dipped, folds yielding as my tip breached her warmth.

Even that shallow kiss ignited a blaze, the drug amplifying every nerve to screaming life.

Pop.

Resistance snagged at the crown—a fleeting barrier, the stuff of half-rembered tales.

A sliver of clung to hope: maybe she’d balk, the sting too sharp—

Thrust!

"Kyaa...!"

"Urgh..."

She plunged heedless, hips crashing down in savage claim. The fragile seal rent wide, sheathing to the hilt in one rciless stroke.

And though the chaos scread otherwise—

For so reason, this engulfing heat felt... familiar. Echoed, like a path trod in forgotten dreams.

The oddity flickered, but the onslaught drowned it—pleasure’s tsunami crashing relentless.

"Haa... ugh... hng..."

I’d chased release in solitude before, furtive hands in mountain nights, but nothing rivaled this—raw, consuming, a velvet vise that milked every throb.

"What... what did you do to my body...!"

My shaft, novice in na, pistoned with veteran greed, chasing depths as if versed in the rite. And it wasn’t re motion: before the breach, it’d wept invitation; now it bucked autonomous, devouring friction, scorning my frantic reins.

"Ugh..."

Blind to its owner’s tornt, the beast within reveled unchecked.

Twitch twitch.

"Ahh... urgh..."

"There’s still more drugs to take—how are you going to handle it later if you’re this sensitive already?"

She hadn’t even set a rhythm yet.

Tears blurred the world to sars.

We hadn’t truly begun, and this ecstasy already terrified— a precipice too sheer. More doses lood? The promise chilled deeper than any blade.

"No..."

That prospect hollowed .

The whisper of restraint, that fragile interlude, shattered.

Slide.

Her hips rolled at last—deliberate, languid, each glide a tornt of tease.

Even that rcy had my seed surging, clawing for release, the brink a siren’s wail.

"Ugh..."

If only I could choke the moans—

But pinned and spent, I twisted my head, teeth sinking into the tatters of my robe for purchase.

Even that faltered; muffled whimpers bled through, traitorous and raw.

Smack!

"Guh!"

She crested high, then descended in thunder—pelvis to pelvis, a collision that jarred bone.

Unprepared, my length rebelled, teetering on surrender’s edge.

Should I just give up...?

Compromise tempted, sweet as surrender.

I’d drown regardless, lashed to this tide—

Why not yield, ease the storm?

Endure the night, and dawn might reclaim her—pent frustrations spent, control reclaid.

If words could pierce the haze, bridge back to camaraderie...

Then escape might gleam, a distant shore.

"Oh, I forgot to ntion sothing."

Her casual lilt gutted the fragile hope.

"It’s my fertile day today."

Chill.

I knew the peril in "dangerous days"—the window where seeds took root unbidden.

"N-No, no way... You’re kidding, right...?"

"Nope."

Her gaze held no jest—steel resolve, unblinking.

"C-Crazy..."

She’d lost all reason.

To court this on that cusp—

It scread self-ruin, a pyre lit with deliberate hands.

"You should’ve teased in moderation. I held back so much. How am I supposed to resist when you tempt like that on a day like this? To a woman in her fertile window?"

"I didn’t tempt—"

Smack!

"Ahh!"

From that instant, ecstasy soured to agony’s mask.

Yielding now? It’d chain my tomorrows, a legacy of unintended bonds.

How long...?

Flesh betrayed limits; no clench could eternalize restraint.

But release ant forfeiture—future bartered for fleeting bliss.

Trapped in the cruel bind, I braced against the onslaught, waves eroding my will.

Smack! Smack!

"S-Stop... stop...!"

Pleas tumbled futile; Tang Ayeon rode on, deaf to rcy.

Resistance only fueled her—thrusts sharpening, hips grinding with vengeful zeal.

My essence crested the brink, seeping traitorously, the floodgates cracking under siege.

Pleasure’s zenith fractured into tornt, my shaft a battlefield lost to mutiny.

So why cling to this futile war, rope fraying in desperate fists?

Master... Master...

I didn’t know myself.

Another dose hovered near my lips, promise of deeper descent.

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