Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant!
Chapter 29: Desperate Plea

Chapter 29: Desperate Plea

"Ughhh!"

"Stay still."

Shen Xinghui had no time to process who his captors were or how many of them there might be.

A cloth was pressed tightly over his mouth, and the chemical smell filled his lungs.

Almost immediately, his head began to spin.

...Ignatius.

His consciousness wavered forcibly, leaving him powerless.

Arms, rough and unfamiliar, caught his collapsing body.

He couldn’t hold on any longer and let go of his awareness.

When Shen Xinghui came to, he found himself lying on a bed somewhere unfamiliar.

His arms were bound tightly.

As he struggled to free them, the rope bit into his skin, sending waves of numb pain, but the knots wouldn’t budge.

"Well, looks like you’re awake," a gruff voice remarked.

A stocky man with a scruffy beard approached.

His muscular frame and lack of cleanliness made him imposing.

Shen Xinghui could only stare, his throat too dry to speak.

"Hey, he’s awake!" the man called out, his voice directed toward someone in the lit room.

Another man soon emerged—similarly broad and muscular, exuding the same oppressive presence.

"Don’t you think he’s got a cute face?" one of them commented.

"Yeah, he’ll sell for a high price," the other replied.

Hearing this, Shen Xinghui’s body trembled uncontrollably.

The word "sell" repeated endlessly in his mind.

He had heard of men like these—rogue adventurers who trafficked people to underground traders.

"Oh, look at that. He’s shaking. So adorable," one of the men said, grinning.

"Let’s get a taste, huh? Being stuck here so long has been driving me crazy."

The brown-haired man approached and grabbed Shen Xinghui’s chin, forcing his face upward.

Shen Xinghui’s stomach churned with revulsion.

He couldn’t bear the thought of being at their mercy.

"Don’t glare at me with tears in your eyes—it’s thrilling," the man sneered.

"But the prices will more higher if he’s still virgin, you know," the other man cautioned.

"Who cares? Consider it a bonus. Staring at someone like you every day makes me lose my drive," the brown-haired man retorted.

"What did you just say?! I feel the same about you!" the other men shot back.

As the men argued, Shen Xinghui’s trembling worsened.

Their intentions were blatantly clear—they meant to violate him.

The brown-haired man yanked at his clothes and tearing them with a series of brutal rips.

"God, look at this! Come here, take a look!" he called to the black-haired man.

The second man stepped closer, his eyes darkening with hunger as he took in the sight of Shen Xinghui’s exposed skin.

He swallowed his saliva hard.

"As long as we don’t give him the drug, it’ll be fine. Besides, even if he’s not a virgin anymore, someone with this kind of allure will still sold with higher price. Pretty sure some pervert out there will love him very much," the brown-haired man said.

"I agree with you," the black-haired man agreed, his tone tinged with greed.

The reluctant black-haired man eventually gave in, and with that, there was no one left to stop them.

Shen Xinghui struggled and screamed, but he was no match for their physical strength.

They pinned him down and tore his clothes off with brutal force.

"Hey, should we use this?" the brown-haired man said, pulling out a small vial from his pocket.

Inside was a pink liquid.

"That stuff’s expensive," the black-haired man muttered.

"Doesn’t matter, we just got it, didn’t we?" the other replied with a grin.

Before Shen Xinghui could react, the brown-haired man forced his mouth open, poured the liquid in, and pinched his nose shut.

Struggling to breathe, he was left with no choice but to swallow it.

The thick, overly sweet taste clung to his tongue—he knew this flavor all too well.

"No... no..." he whispered, his voice trembling.

It was a powerful aphrodisiac derived from the Wombroot Aphrodite Vine King’s saliva.

"In no time, you’ll feel so good your brain will melt," the man sneered, his hand roaming freely across Shen Xinghui’s chest.

A sickening sensation spread beneath the touch, a mix of revulsion and an involuntary, creeping warmth.

He knew exactly what the drug would do.

That burning and bittersweet heat was already starting to consume his body.

Shen Xinghui’s body began betraying him. The rough hand on his chest pressed and kneaded his body with no care or gentleness.

His nipples that was stiff and tingling, responded involuntarily, sending jolts of sensation through him.

The more they were teased his nipple, the more his chest ached, both from pain and a twisted form of pleasure.

"Ah... ahh... stop!" he gasped, but his voice cracked, betraying the conflict raging within him.

"Look at that—he’s feeling it already. This stuff works fast," the brown-haired man said with a laugh.

Shen Xinghui’s heart pounded furiously, his body burning and trembling uncontrollably.

The black-haired man’s hand reached lower body and stroking the part of him he desperately wished would remain unaffected.

His body arched involuntarily, trembling as the unwanted stimulation pushed him further into the drug’s clutches.

The pressure inside him felt unbearably, his body swelling against his will.

"Don’t let him come out yet," the brown-haired man said, grinning cruelly.

"Ah!" Shen Xinghui cried out as strong fingers gripped him tightly at the base, not allowing him to come out.

The lain shot through him and tears began to streaming down his face as his body convulsed helplessly.

"What’s this? He came dry," one of them sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.

Shen Xinghui’s body spasmed, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

His hips moved on their own, driven by sensations too overwhelming to resist.

His mind was a haze, burning, cracking under the pressure.

"Ignatius... please..." he whispered weakly, his voice barely audible.

Someone, save me.

The tears that was welled up in Shen Xinghui’s eyes, spilling over uncontrollably.

Again and again, he called out for help, his voice trembling with desperation.

He couldn’t stop himself from saying the name.

"Ignatius?"

"Isn’t that his companion? That Rank A Adventurer who went after Yiazmat?" one of the men said with a mocking tone.