forced to be loved (nph)

I wonder who brought her here

After the ejaculation, there was a period of silence in the house.
Shen Yan opened his mouth and wanted to say a few words, such as can you untie me now, such as whether enough is enough, such as why they treat themselves like this.
Then the words blocked his lips, only blurred into a few illegible fragments.
They don't even know what they are saying, and they don't even know what they are talking about. The so-called communication is only physical communication, which is ridiculous.
After all, after every crazy love affair, what Shen Yan could feel was not so much the comfort of his body after venting, but a deep chill, as if he had taken another step towards the edge of the cliff.
The feeling of watching myself go to hell...it's creepy.
Since Xie Jingming's car accident, his life seems to have changed.
The original quiet and comfortable beauty gradually disappeared, and gradually accompanied by love affairs.
Every day is a different man.
If it weren't for the humiliation and rape against his will and coercion, this kind of day when the queen chooses a concubine may not be impossible, after all, they are indeed called beautiful.
But every game can only make her feel exhausted.
Feeling that his body was being picked up by someone, and the deeply injected semen and urine in the small hole between his legs were mixed out and wet his legs, Shen Yan gently leaned against his ear.
Even if I know that he doesn't understand, even if I know that he is the one who brought me here.
However, Shen Yan couldn't help but said softly, "Can you let me go?"
Blending with the man's breath, the voice also faintly disappeared from his ears.
The clear voice has already become hoarse, and every word can feel the pain in the throat. Shen Yan still said one sentence without giving up, but it was also a temptation.
Do you really not understand?
I don't know why she was tied here, in such a radical way.
In the blink of the girl's eyelashes, the bright red on Qi Peibai's body was obvious in his memory, and he might not be able to save his life. ℗ο一8χ.Ⅵρ (po18x.vip)
Even if he was saved, Gong Ze, who returned to the villa alone and wanted to rescue more people, might not be able to survive.
What kind of hatred is this? A bomb was used.
How malicious is this obvious? On the first day, three men came to humiliate her.
Still three virgins, oh, a group of unfamiliar movements.
Shen Yan originally thought it might be Qi Peibai. He settled in Donghui after graduation. His parents are also famous artists, and he might offend a certain business elite. Or Gong Ze, his father is also resolute, he refused to expand the conscription under pressure, and I don't know how many people hate him.
The employment rate, ah, the employment rate, was forcibly destroyed by his father.
But it didn't look like Shen Yan, who hardly knew anyone in Donghui, she thought she was just being given a delicious meal that couldn't be more tempting.
Between being fucked and ravaged, Shen Yan was sure that it would not be the disaster they brought.
It's because people who hate and hate people are tortured so tirelessly.
I hate someone so much, I don't want to kill her so quickly.
Is that you? Shen Yan whispered, suspicious that the three of them didn't feel the same.
The surprised expressions on their faces when they first came out of the box—although they soon turned into animal desires.
Before she was half asleep, it was as if someone's fingers ran across her body and smeared a lot of estrus ointment.
That person must have wanted to appreciate his ugliness.
I guess he didn't even think about it.
Shen Yan was even deprived of the chance to seek love.
He'd probably be happier that way, maybe even laugh wildly.
Because the insult of being ejaculated at the end is far better than active courtship.
Warm water soaked his neck from the soles of his feet, and suddenly Shen Yan had the urge to immerse himself in it.
But only on impulse.
At this point, she still wants to live.
She won't be able to see herself clearly because of other people's insults, she is still 10,000 times better than those people.
Even in the eyes of others, she may already be a shameless and thick-skinned woman.
The man's fingers stretched into the small hole, and the familiar emotional tide floated into the woman's eyes. Even if she was ruthless, her natural beauty was like a lover, which was very touching.
And she just closed her eyes impatiently.

This is the most ruthless and most determined protagonist I have set, although it looks the worst now.
I barely wrote about the protagonist's fluctuations in feelings about the men who got hurt or nearly died because of her, because she didn't have one.
Also, if you have a favorite type, just tell me
if I have ten tentacles, the speed of my hands can't keep up with the jumping speed of my
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