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Chapter 30 Husband's Blood-Hot Discovery
Once again, leaving Liu Zhijun's place and heading home, Lu Yao was as weak and sore as the previous two times. With every step, a hot, burning sensation flared below, as if her sex were being rubbed raw with each movement.
Sitting in the car, she started the engine and let out a long breath. She twisted open a bottle of water and gulped it down. Not only had she failed to get him to delete the photos and videos this time, she'd been forced into doing so many humiliating things on her own. The memory made her face burn, and a deep sense of defeat rose in her chest.
Against that scoundrel especially with him holding leverage someone as gentle and a bit introverted as Lu Yao had no means of dealing with him. She didn't even know how she'd let herself get dragged into his hands, so muddled, so powerless.
There's only one time left… If after the last time he still dares to keep pestering… even if it kills me, I can't let him get his way again…
After finishing more than half the bottle, she gripped the wheel tightly and muttered to herself. Then she pressed the accelerator and drove home.
At least compared to last time, there were no obvious marks. Since she'd undressed herself this time, her clothes hadn't been much soiled either, and before leaving she'd washed up at his place, so there wasn't that smell on her body spared the awkwardness of returning home in that state.
Thinking about showering at his place made her cheeks burn. All these years, she had never bathed with another man until today, when he dragged her into the bathroom and made her wash with him. He didn't just have her scrub his back; he made her lather her own full breasts and use them to rub his entire body. And of course, after the shower, he took her again.
The image of using her sudsy breasts to glide over his skin made her shudder with shame. Remembering his smug expression as he rubbed her chest with his foot made her grind her teeth with him, and with herself for being so weak, for doing such degrading things under his coercion.
"Mom, I'm a bit tired today. I'll rest in my room first. Please tuck Binbin in for me later." After chatting with her son and mother for a while, she returned to her room exhausted, took a hot shower, and fell asleep almost immediately.
"No… don't… stop… no ah…" She didn't know how long had passed when she jolted awake from another nightmare. Sweat beaded on her brow; her eyes were wild and haggard. It was only after she sat and calmed her breathing and confirmed she was home that her panic eased.
Damn that drug…
Feeling the slickness below, her cheeks flamed. She started to get up and use the bathroom, but the slightest movement sent a tingling sweep through her, shivering through her body from her core.
Blushing, she forced herself from the bed and into the bathroom. Removing her underwear, she found it soaked through the wet stain on the plain white fabric and the faint salty tang made shame flood her chest.
After using the toilet and changing into clean underwear, she returned to bed, but sleep wouldn't come. Images of the assaults flickered through her mind. Without meaning to, she pressed her lips together and slid a hand between her legs.
"Mmm… mm… mm… mm… uh… uh… mm…" A long while later, a shudder swept through her. She panted quickly for some time until the tight knit of her brows smoothed a little. After climax, she used a wet wipe on her hand and face, then a few tissues under the covers for her lower body. A faint, guilty hint of relief rippled across her flushed features.
She checked the time on her phone and sighed, then closed her eyes and drifted off again. Curled up in sleep, she frowned softly, tiny mewls escaping now and then as if trapped again in an endless nightmare.
"Lu Yao this is why you cheated behind my back!"
In a desolate open lot between city and countryside, I stared, heartbroken and furious, at Lu Yao kneeling before me, clothes disheveled, sobbing, unable to speak. Teeth clenched, I glared at my wife of many years, the woman I loved, so angry my jaw ached. Nearby, half-naked, sprawled on the ground with a head wound and barely moving, was that bastard Liu Zhijun.
It was coincidence that led me to them, that let me catch them in the act.
I had just returned from a business trip out of town. Since it was Saturday, I'd thought to call Lu Yao to pick me up, then decided not to trouble her and to surprise her and our son at home instead. So I took a taxi.
As the taxi passed a neighborhood gate, I happened to spot our car parked there. Traffic jammed up at the entrance and we crawled forward. I was about to ask the driver to stop so I could check if Lu Yao was in the car when a man walked out of the complex and headed straight for our car's passenger side, opened the door, and got in.
At the sight of that slouched figure swinging the door open, my body jolted. Wasn't that the same scumbag who harassed Lu Yao at the mall, the one I beat up?
A sudden, nameless dread welled in my chest, a tightness I couldn't explain.
"Follow that car," I told the driver. He glanced back at me, said nothing, and tailed the white sedan ahead.
We followed at a distance, out toward the edge of the city. My unease grew. If Lu Yao was driving, why was she with that bastard? And if she wasn't who was driving our car?
I should have called her then. But that burrowing suspicion kept me from dialing. I watched as our car turned down a narrow road and pulled into an empty lot.
"Keep going ahead. I'll get out farther down." When the car stopped in the open space, my unease spiked. I kept my eyes on our vehicle as I told the driver to drive on. Once we turned a corner and the car was out of sight, I had him stop. I shouldered my backpack and walked back the way we'd come, quickly but quietly.
I would see for myself if the driver was my wife, Lu Yao.
I would see what they planned to do, parking there.
I forced down the mounting dread and hurried along the opposite side of the road. Soon I had our car in sight again. A few minutes later, I was very close only a single lane separated me from the vehicle.
Car sex.
Across the not-too-wide road, I could see our car rocking slightly. Staring at the gentle sway of the white body, a word I'd never wanted to contemplate lodged in my mind.
A stabbing pain knifed through my chest. I set down my backpack, straightened, and walked toward the rocking car one step, then another.
The car was parked lengthwise in the lot. Through the rear window, I could make out a figure in the passenger seat, but not in the driver's seat.
Two more steps. I saw someone in the driver's seat leaning over toward the passenger side. The pain spiked, and then spread through me like fire.
My palms broke out in sweat.
In a daze, I drifted toward the passenger door. I saw the driver leaning over, and the bastard in the passenger seat pressing down with one hand on a figure I knew by heart. His eyes were closed, his face twisted with obscene pleasure.
It's not her… it isn't her…
I couldn't see her face, but everything else told me it was our license plate, that beige dress she wore. I bought that dress for our anniversary the same day that bastard harassed her in the mall and I fought him, the same day it ended at the police station.
Only a month ago and now my wife, in the car I bought her, wearing the dress I gave her, had driven out to this deserted place with that bastard and was on her knees under him, her mouth on him.
Who could bear this?
I'd read novels where the male lead discovered his beloved wife's affair and endured, collected evidence, searched for reasons. Even seeing them together, he'd remain unmoved. I always scoffed.
If he truly loved her, if he had any blood in him, how could he endure it?
I didn't care why she did this, or how it began. The instant I knew it was Lu Yao in the driver's seat, the last shred of reason burned away.
"Fuck!" My hand shook as I seized the door handle. With all my strength, I ripped it open and roared. The bastard's eyes snapped open; Lu Yao, sprawled over him, jerked her head up. When she saw me, terror and despair flooded her hazy eyes.
"H-husband…" A string of slick still hung from the corner of her mouth to his flesh, and her hand still grasped his thick, rigid shaft. Her thin lips trembled. Heartbreaking fury surged through me. I seized a fistful of his hair and yanked him from the seat. Then I drove my foot into his groin, again and again.
"Ah " He screamed, curling in on himself. He tried to block a few kicks, then folded under the flurry.
"Fuck fuck fuck " I couldn't stop. I kicked his head with all my strength; blood smeared his face and hairline, the ground beneath him stained red.
"Husband stop please please if you keep going, you'll kill him please " When I snatched up half a brick from the ground and stepped toward him again, Lu Yao scrambled from the driver's seat, stumbled to me, and knelt hard at my feet. She clutched my legs and sobbed, begging me to stop.
"Let go let go of me!" I snarled, panting. Even then she dared to stop me. Rage flared white-hot; I tore her hands away and kicked her in the chest, sending her sprawling. Then I hefted the brick, stepped to the curled body, and brought it down on his head.
"Lu Yao tell me what the fuck is going on! If you don't make it clear, this is where you and this bastard are buried!" With blood running from his scalp, the bastard went still. My hands shook as I dug out a cigarette and lit it. I yanked open the passenger door and sat, chest heaving, and stared down at Lu Yao kneeling on the ground, sobbing.
"Talk."
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