Chapter 1: Her Own Brother(H)

1: Her Own Brother(H)

 

In the depths of winter, the night is cold and dark. The frosty air hits the window, creating a layer of mist that blurs the neon lights outside, leaving only a hazy glow above the city. Inside, the air is humid, thick, and dirty; filled with sweat, heavy breathing, and curses.

Ren Zhizhao had taken a shower half an hour ago, and was clean, fresh, and fragrant. Perfect, in fact, for being licked.

How absurd, to be tied to her own chair in her own room by her own brother, and to be humiliated at his mercy.

Her fingers dug into the edges of the chair; her forehead, back, and inner thighs were drenched in sweat. The flush on her neck and cheeks was evidence of her recent orgasm.

Tears welled up in her unfocused black eyes, trembling like fragile stars in the cold night. It was unclear whether they were tears of sadness, anger, pleasure, or something else.

She looked at him with her reddened eyes as he knelt between her legs. His body was wrapped in a white shirt, the fabric carelessly outlining his figure in the dim, warm light. His collar was open, and his tie hung crookedly on one side.

She wondered where he had come from, not even taking the time to change his clothes. It seemed that humiliating her was an urgent matter that couldn't wait.

He lifted his head from between her legs and looked at her.

Those eyes, once filled with love and tenderness, now held a cold, crazy intensity. It was hard to believe that they could ever shed tears again.

‘Has it really only been a year?’ Ren Zizheng wondered. It felt like an eternity, a time when the memories of love and pain had faded, and love had become hazy, leaving only the pain as a tangible reality.

But the body before him was all too familiar. After a year of separation, touching it again stirred up memories of desire. He knew exactly how to make her surrender to her desires.

Her thin panties were already soaked with fluids, and he had carelessly pushed them aside. Her swollen, wet vagina still pulsed with the aftermath of her orgasm, inviting him to continue.

Her body was honest, despite her face's resistance. It yearned for him, craving the familiar pleasure it had once known.

Ren Zizheng stared coldly at her stubborn face, his fingers slowly covering her exposed, smooth mound, and then moving downward. His fingertips caressed her wet lips, gently probing into her slit, and pressing against the swollen, abused clitoris, rubbing it idly in circles.

As he rubbed her clitoris, he lowered his gaze, bowing his head to nuzzle her there.

The warmth of his breath hit her inner thighs, and Ren Zhizhao's feet instinctively kicked the floor, causing the chair's wheels to roll an inch before hitting the wall and stopping.

"Do you want me to tie your feet as well?" Ren Zizheng asked, moving an inch closer without haste, and looking at her with cold eyes.

Humiliation wrapped around her like a poisonous vine, choking her throat. It was the humiliation of being at someone else's mercy, of her body surrendering before her will, and of suffering the consequences of her own actions.

She clenched her teeth, her hatred for him grinding out between her teeth: "You... you homewrecker!"

"Yes, I am," he replied softly, his face expressionless.

Such brazen, shameless words.

Ren Zhizhao's heart trembled slightly.

She was scared, and had not recognized him since he appeared before her. This man, who had chewed up morality and decency and spat them in her face, terrified her.

Was this her brother, or was his body possessed by a devil? She didn't know.

He roughly pried her legs apart, fingers digging into her thigh flesh, and without hesitation, he buried his head, taking her into his mouth.

"Ah! Ren Zizheng! Fuck you! Is being a homewrecker a traditional skill in your family?!"

Tears of passion overflowed from the corners of her eyes. Her fingers were bloodless, and her voice was hoarse from her earlier screams.

Ren Zizheng didn't respond, because his lips and tongue were busy, busy pleasing her, busy teasing her sensitive clit, sucking her wet, slippery lips.

Trying not to make any sounds of pleasure, Ren Zhizhao bit her lips until they turned white, but it was difficult. Despite his hateful words, his tongue truly loved her, caressing every fold in her slit, carefully outlining the shape of her lips.

In the silent room, only the sounds of breathing and wetness remained. The leather chair was soaked with her wetness, a testament to her wantonness.

She arched her neck and closed her eyes, nearly collapsing.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she missed this feeling of pleasure. Being enveloped in a warm, wet mouth, being licked by a nimble tongue, the overwhelming pleasure building up with each lick, accumulating in her lower abdomen, threatening to pull her down into a heavy fall.

She couldn't forget it, couldn't indulge in this pleasure. Her body would surrender again.

So, in her struggling consciousness, an idea flashed through her mind—her dear brother was a super clean freak.

"Ren Zizheng!" She opened her eyes and croaked, "Do you want to use the place my boyfriend has been?"

The hoarse voice cracked like a whip.

Ren Zizheng really stopped. He withdrew from her trembling inner thighs, his lips covered in her juices.

His gaze fell, but only for a moment, before it steadied and pierced her again.

"Oh, is that so?" He smiled slightly, his lips curling, and said, "Was it him who made you feel good, or was it me?"

With that, he inserted his fingers into her vagina, using her juices as lubrication.

As his fingertips broke through her entrance, she cried out in pain and cursed, and he was startled, a fleeting look of panic flashing across his face.

He had only inserted two fingers, and even though she was already wet, the hot liquid flowed around his fingers and into his palm, but he couldn't move. His fingers were tightly bound by the soft flesh of her vagina.

‘How could she be this tight, as if she had never been touched before?’

He frowned and sighed, no longer trying to move his fingers, but instead using his fingertips to gently stroke the walls of her vagina, sucking her engorged lips, and pressing his high nose into the wet, soft flesh.

A sharp intake of breath cut through the soft sound of water, and Ren Zhizhao was on the verge of suffocating.

Her body was restricted, given endless pleasure, and she had no choice but to endure.

Her clitoris was drawn into the tip of his tongue, which flicked it up and down amid the wet sounds. Her vagina, stimulated by the pleasure of the licking and the massage of his fingertips, continued to relax and contract, until it completely accepted the intrusion of his fingers, and overflowed with juices that completely enveloped them. And so, the tentative stroking turned into vigorous thrusting and pressing.

Ren Zhizhao's feet dug into the floor, almost deforming, and the red marks of restraint burned from her chest to her ears. Sweat dripped from her forehead, soaking her hair, and sticking to her face in a mess.

In the end, she couldn't hold back and cried out. Her moans overflowed from her throat, tinged with the sound of crying, and trembled weakly.

He could have covered her mouth that cursed incessantly. But he didn't, not from the beginning, because he wanted to hear this cry of desire, and she knew it.

So, she gave in. She moaned in self-abandonment, accepting it. If her arms hadn't been tied to her sides, she would have reached out and dug her fingers into his black hair, to help her endure the storm of pleasure.

A year ago, they had parted in a hurry, and she had told herself that she would never fall into the net of love again.

A year later, he forced her to fall into an affair with him again, with such cruelty and force.

But he hadn't always been like this. Once, he had been a brother who cherished her, holding her in the palm of his hand, and even speaking softly for fear of disturbing her.

Before her consciousness completely succumbed to chaos, Ren Zhizhao briefly remembered Ren Zizheng's kindness, and their mistakes.

"Ren Zizheng..." she cursed weakly one last time, "I... I'll kill you..."

"Zhao Zhao," he said, "You've already killed me once."

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