Zhou Jiajia's eyes welled up with genuine fear this ti as he aggressively grabbed her buttocks from behind, squeezing them tightly.
Her body was pressed firmly against the cold glass wall, the chill seeping into her cheek as she stared at her own reflection. Terror filled her eyes as she took in the sight of his drunken eyes.
"I am not pushing my luck. I just said I like you," Zhang Wei clarified, his hand firmly placed on the right side of her hips. With deliberate movents, he slipped his hand beneath her clothing, sending a shiver of unease through Zhou Jiajia's entire being. His hand slowly traced a path up her abdon, the sensation sending her skin crawling.
Gulp...
She couldn't help but bite her lip, desperately glancing at him through the reflection, silently begging.
"You can't do this!" she yelled out, her voice loud and desperate.
However, her words only served to amuse Zhang Wei, prompting a twisted chuckle to escape his lips. "No one can hear you," he sneered, his tongue sliding across his lips in a predatory manner.
Without warning, he leaned forward and sank his teeth into the back of her neck, a painful and twisted pleasurable sensation that left her trembling.
"Ah!"
Zhou Jiajia let out an involuntary yelp of surprise, her eyes widening as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Y-You? Have you lost your mind? Why are you biting ?"
Zhang Wei took a step back, unable to contain his laughter. "You don't know?" He spoke loudly, his voice bood with supressed amusent.
"W-What?" Zhou Jiajia stuttered, her voice trembling with confusion.
Zhang Wei's gaze bored into hers through the mirror's reflection, a bone-chilling smile creeping upon his lips. "I... Am... A vampire!"
!!
"I love sucking the blood of innocent girls like you!" His sudden forward lean brought his face dangerously close, and he grabbed her trembling cheek before leisurely dragging his tongue across her skin.
"V-Vampire?"
Zhou Jiajia's mind was struck like lightning, the fear swiftly engulfing her thoughts, leaving her overwheld and utterly terrified.
"Yes," Zhang Wei nodded vigorously, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. "It's better if you cooperate, or I will devour you whole," he made a chilling eating gesture, spreading his mouth wide and baring his teeth like a predator preparing to strike.
Zhou Jiajia's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. With a sudden burst of fear, she shook her head vehently, her voice breaking into desperate sobs. "Auuu....You can't do that to ..."
"Eh?"
Zhang Wei's expression froze, his surprise evident as he witnessed Zhou Jiajia's emotional outburst. She continued to vent her frustrations, hurling random accusations and nonsensical statents at him in a torrent of words.
[Host, your acting is terrible, but you have successfully deceived this Diva!]
[Congratulations on earning the achievent 'Coy Con Artist: Flirtatious Fraudster', shall I add it to your skills?]
'Fuck off,' Zhang Wei muttered, a bitter smile playing on his lips, as Zhou Jiajia continued to babble incoherent excuses and plea for her life, tears streaming down her face.
"You can't do this! I have my nineteenth birthday tomorrow, and I want to live! Please, I beg you!" Her words tumbled out in a continuous stream, a last-ditch attempt to reason with him.
"Think about what you're doing! This isn't right!" she pleaded, her voice quivering with a mixture of terror and desperation.
Zhang Wei, his face a mask of feigned indifference, couldn't escape the haunting echoes of her cries. "Just cooperate, and maybe I'll consider sparing you," he retorted, his tone tinged with a flicker of annoyance.
Her mind raced amidst the turmoil, desperately searching for any glimr of hope, any pathway out of this nightmare. "I have money, influence! Anything you desire, I will give it to you! Just please, let go!" she bargained, her voice laced with desperation, clutching at straws to prolong her fragile existence.
Zhang Wei's bitter smile persisted, revealing a tinge of sadistic satisfaction. "Money and influence won't save you from the impending doom," he stated cryptically, deepening the chilling atmosphere that enveloped them both.
"I-It won't save ...?" Zhou Jiajia stamred, her voice laced with disbelief filled realization.
"It won't..." Zhang Wei's whispered, his hand slowly moved beneath her clothes, pressing against the satin fabric of her bra.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt his touch, the skin beneath his fingers feeling soft and jiggly. Overwheld by a surge of desire, he couldn't resist placing his lips on the sensitive skin at the back of her neck, leaving a trail of lingering kisses.
Suddenly, Zhou Jiajia flinched, her eyes widening in shock as she saw his every movent in the mirror. The sound of her own bra being unhooked echoed in the room, and it thudded to the ground, forgotten.
*Clink...*
A small tallic clink followed as the bra's clasps struck the cold floor, further intensifying the tense silence.
As the realization hit her, she felt the grip of his cold hand enclose her well-sized breasts.
Zhang Wei's breath deepened, a mixture of anticipation and appreciation evident in his voice, "They are so soft. Now I like you even more..." His fingers sunking within her soft breasts.
!?
Zhou Jiajia's mind reverberated with a sudden realization. "You like !?" Her eyes widened with both surprise and anticipation as she turned to face herself in the mirror, desperate for affirmation.
Zhang Wei lifted his gaze to et hers, his voice imbued with a touch of intoxication. "Yes," he confessed.
How can't he like that softness?
He then motioned for her, his voice tinged with a mix of urgency and longing. "Raise your hands."
Zhou Jiajia, still trembling with a lingering fear, hesitated before uttering her plea, her voice barely above a whisper. "Y-You won't kill anymore?"
Caught in the midst of this newfound affection, Zhou Jiajia couldn't help but wonder if his love for her precluded any further harm. After all, if he truly cared, he couldn't possibly be capable of violence, could he?
As Zhang Wei's gaze locked with hers in the mirror, a flicker of understanding sparked in his eyes, and he bestowed a tender smile upon her, dissolving the unease that had gripped her heart. "I won't," he vowed, his reassurance washing over her like a soothing balm.
Her tension eased, replaced by a profound sense of relief.
"Now, lift your hands," he murmured, his voice brushing her ear like a gentle caress, filling her ears with desire.
Zhou Jiajia trembled, her body betraying her fear even as she resisted it. Despite her desperate cries for help, she had to face the realization that no rescue was coming, and the sounds of people outside only added more confusion to the situation.
Sothing wasn't right, and she couldn't ignore it any longer.
In the heat of the mont, she had believed his excuse about being a vampire. It seed like the only explanation that made sense, even though it was beyond comprehension.
If he knew her true identity, he wouldn't have dared to harm her unless... unless he wasn't human himself.
With a mix of obedience and apprehension, Zhou Jiajia obediently lifted her hands as instructed. Zhang Wei's smile sent a chill down her spine as he slowly removed her hoodie, revealing her naked body to his prying eyes.
His breath seed to catch in his throat for a fleeting mont, intensifying the unease that swirled within her.
Blushing heavily, Zhou Jiajia couldn't tear her eyes away from the mirror in front of her, which reflected her exposed form.
Zhang Wei struggled to maintain control, his desires conflicting with his restraint, but he managed to compose himself before placing his hands over her hips to pull down her skirt.
"C-Can we leave this?" Zhou Jiajia anxiously attempted to negotiate.
Zhang Wei's chuckle resonated through the room, his tone filled with sinister amusent. "Your life or your clothes, decide for yourself," he taunted, his hands moving forward with a deliberate yet smooth motion.
*Snap*
With a swift snap of his fingers, a small, eerie dark mist materialized near his fingertips. Inside, lightning ominously crackled and swirled inside the mist ball.
!!
Zhou Jiajia's eyes froze in sheer disbelief, her mouth gaping open wide with shock.
"Your life or your clothes?" Zhang Wei repeated.
"My life!" Zhou Jiajia blurted out hastily, her face turning a ghostly pale.
Zhang Wei nodded, casting a cold, calculating gaze at her. And in that mont, her previously vibrant attire diminished to re remnants. The only remaining article of clothing, her pink-colored panties, clung awkwardly to her body. She instinctively pressed her milky white thighs together, enveloped by an uncomfortable chill bursing against her exposed skin.
"A-Are you going to...?" Zhou Jiajia's voice trembled as she stared at his throbbing erection in the mirror, her mind filled with curiosity and fear, wondering if it could possibly pierce through her.
Zhang Wei's lips curled into a sly smile. "Yes, we are going to have a small quickie. Unfortunately, the last actor I was with t an untily demise. But I'm sure you won't disappoint ..."
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