Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 502 - 353.

Chapter 502: 353.

Sometimes, she had thought, maybe her "first time" didn’t necessarily have to be given to her husband. Influenced by some modern ideas, especially after meeting Zhou Jin, that mature, open, slightly cynical older woman, she wondered if "the first time", or so-called chastity, wasn’t really "everything for a woman". She could give it to her husband, or to some boyfriend whom she had passionately loved for years. Even if they could never walk down the aisle together, to savor that taste during adolescence, to let some handsome, crazily infatuated boy receive the blood of her virginity as a token of sacrifice and love, was a kind of romance, a fashion she could accept. She cherished her virginity, was shyly imagining a beautiful first time, but never believed she had to cling as tightly as ancient women to the idea of being with only one man. She hoped her chastity could add romantic and beautiful memories to her youth, not just be a bargaining chip for a girl’s value in life.

But ever since that terrible evening in the dormitory, after being forced to undress and photographed by those thugs, she barely dared to think about it; whenever she did, she wanted to hide and cry, to despair of life completely. It was only in nightmares that she began to faintly sense: her chastity, her maiden body, her first time, might have another possibility; to be raped, coerced, forced, to become a tool for some disgusting, perhaps obese, maybe even middle-aged and vulgar man to vent and abuse. This man was simply determined to ravage and humiliate her for the sake of some perverse pleasure he could only find inside her body. Her body would be "bullied", her virginity stolen, her purity no longer, and in the process, the experience would be repulsive and terrifying, with certainly no trace of love, romance, or tenderness.

And the penis, taking advantage of the way the girl’s vulva was as open as possible, pressed against that slit. Pressed against the girl’s final line of defense, that slit which, once penetrated, would take her virginity and claim her honor.

Fluids exchanged, mouths and noses tangled, naked bodies pressed together, muscles convulsing. Everything building toward the ultimate moment of stimulation.

And when she surrendered to Lu Jincheng, when her breasts and snowy thighs fell into his hands, when her fitted T-shirt was pulled up, her girlish underwear exposed, when her jeans’ zipper was pulled down, her panties seen and touched by the man, even when he, through her thin panties, toyed with "that place" as if playing with a toy—she, in an agony, struggle, shame, and sorrow she had never known before, bit her lip, enduring the humiliation and molestation, simply hoping it would end quickly... She did not analyze it rationally; it was just that intuitive cleverness unique to some girls telling her: things had come to this, to submit to Lu Jincheng, to be raped by him, to have her body ravished, her virginity and dignity stripped away... it was no longer "the worst possible outcome"; compared to the even more "disgusting" scenarios she had pictured in her nightmares, this might even be an outcome she could bear.

But when Lu Jincheng was really pressing down on her tender body, forcibly spreading her legs, starting to take that burning, hard thing, inch by inch, as gently as possible but inevitably, prying open the flesh between her thighs; moving into that private, unseen place—even a place she herself had hardly dared look at, deep within her Taoyuan—her young heart felt like it was being scalded in boiling water, a torment laced with deep, profound despair.

In that instant, she understood the meaning of chastity.

Pain and despair accompanied her poor, barely explored, narrow and freshly blooming vaginal opening, as her muscles and soft tissues were stretched with pain. In truth, the pain wasn’t unbearably sharp. At least compared to the ligament tears, muscle strains, even that time she misstepped at takeoff and sprained her ankle on the edge of the springboard—it was all just about the same... But the shame of violation was a strong, symbolic stain and mark of being soiled—a loss of innocence, and that left her feeling an unprecedented despair and agony.

To lose her virginity meant to be dirtied, ruined, turned into nothing but a sexual toy in others’ eyes, as if it could never be cleansed, never erased...

"Please... let me go... don’t go in! Please..." She pleaded in a plaintive, frail voice, a futile appeal. All her gritted determination and stubborn struggle seemed to vanish; her voice grew weaker, like a child begging an omnipotent adult for mercy.

On the other hand, she was still so young, her shy private place had never been opened for a man; even now, though her thighs were spread, and her pelvis strained itself to bare all her muscles, even as Lu Jincheng pressed down, he didn’t seem to be crazily thrusting in, but instead eased himself into the innocent, untouched passage between her legs little by little... Maybe he wanted to be gentle, not to hurt her too much? Or maybe he was savoring the slow pleasure of taking away her virginity?... Yet, even physiologically, she couldn’t imagine—how could it be possible? It was so swollen, so big, how could it possibly go in at all? How deep would it reach? It was bound to break her, wasn’t it.

She didn’t know where the despair came from, but it made her disregard all the humiliation and endurance she had already suffered, weakly pounding Lu Jincheng’s shoulders and chest with her delicate fists in vain, her long legs wrenched apart, bearing the stabbing pain in her thighs, feebly resisting and pushing back...

"It hurts too much! It can’t go in... Please, can you wait until next time... next time... let me get ready, please? Next time, I’ll let you have fun... sob... next time... sob... please... next time..."

She really was in agony, that tearing sensation, as though the most sensitive corners and crevices of her lower body were swollen and splitting unbearably. Yet what mattered even more was her delirious plea for a "next time"—it was born from the unspeakable degradation and unwillingness surging through her all at once. She wasn’t even twenty yet, still had dreams of romance, fairy-tale hopes, a dazzling path ahead—was she really to be raped? What did a girl become after rape? Was she really going to be penetrated? Would her virginity be destroyed like this? Would her youth be wilted before it even had a chance to bloom? She didn’t know where the despair came from, but it made her disregard all the humiliation and endurance she had already suffered, weakly pounding Lu Jincheng’s shoulders and chest with her delicate fists in vain, her long legs wrenched apart, bearing the stabbing pain in her thighs, feebly resisting and pushing back...

"It hurts too much! It can’t go in... Please, can you wait until next time... next time... let me get ready, please? Next time, I’ll let you have fun... sob... next time... sob... please... next time..."

She really was in agony, that tearing sensation, as though the most sensitive corners and crevices of her lower body were swollen and splitting unbearably. Yet what mattered even more was her delirious plea for a "next time"—it was born from the unspeakable degradation and unwillingness surging through her all at once. She was only sixteen, still had dreams of romance, fairy-tale hopes, a dazzling path ahead—was she really to be raped? What did a girl become after rape? Was she really going to be penetrated? Would her virginity be destroyed like this? Would her youth be wilted before it even had a chance to bloom?