Chapter 16

After Lv Yihang left, Tita returned to the villa.

Chloe was lying on the long sofa in the living room, napping, like a lazy kitten, not only naked, but also without a blanket. Her side curves were bumpy, plump and slender, her head was on her arms, and when squeezed, her big breasts became two solid meat patties. Between the two smooth hairless labia, a thick milky white liquid flowed out, which had already condensed into a block, leaving a mark like correction fluid on the thigh.

On her smooth and radiant skin, there were several traces of markers. On the left thigh, it was written “Lv Yihang’s special meat urinal”, and on the right thigh, there were two “正” characters. The left breast was “bitch” and “sex slave”, and the right breast was “milk cow” and “livestock”.

Although leaving traces on the holy body of the nun was like smearing filth on a fine official kiln porcelain vase, it was really an extremely frivolous act, but these traces were all vigorous Weibei regular script, with a kind of momentum of knife and axe, which made people feel not obscene, but awe.

The human body’s thighs and breasts are elastic, and it is not easy to write on them, but such a bold and good word, ordinary people can’t imitate it even if they look at the copybook, of course, it is the calligraphy expert Lv Yihang’s ink treasure. After he made Chloe drunk, he left with a refreshed mood.

Tita picked up a few clothes from the balcony and threw them on Chloe.

Chloe was awakened by the weight of the clothes, supported her upper body with her elbows, and sat up slowly: “Ah ... ah?”

She opened her eyes and looked around, then looked at the clothes thrown on her body, and didn’t know what happened.

“Put it on. You’re free.” Tita sat down at the end of the couch, leaning against Chloe’s feet, looking down at her face, “Lv Yihang is gone, there’s no need for us to stay any longer, we’ll be back to school soon, do you want to take a ride with us?”

Chloe rubbed her eyes and looked at Tita in a daze, as if she hadn’t woken up from her dream: “Hey, this, it’s over? Don’t you want me to stay until the end of the National Day?”

Tita nodded: “Yes, your imprisonment is coming to an end. I’m very satisfied with your performance, and I believe Lu Yihang feels the same way.”

“Then, can I leave?”

“But I can’t let you go for nothing, there’s another condition. I’ll let Liuba use the ‘Demon Eye’ to give you a hint: You can’t reveal any information about Lu Yihang and the demon god to outsiders. Do you agree?”

This request was not beyond expectations. If you want to leave your imprisonment, how can you expect these three criminals to show mercy? You must pay some price - this is already the lightest price.

Chloe nodded obediently: “I agree.”

“OK, the deal is done. I deleted your sex video.” Titta winked cutely, showed Chloe the erotic video on the phone screen, and then pressed the delete button, “With the current technology, it’s easy to restore the video, but please trust me?”

A nameless fire burned in Chloe’s heart, but she laughed instead: “At this point, I have to trust you.”

Since Liuba was still packing in the bedroom, after Chloe got dressed, the two went to the bedroom to find her together.

In the corridor, Chloe asked, “Why don’t you just delete my memory? For a direct descendant of Rasputin, it shouldn’t be difficult to do it?”

Tita blinked, and a hint of curiosity was revealed in her pure and innocent eyes: “Why do we need to do this?”

“Isn’t this the safest way? You don’t have to worry about me leaking the devil’s affairs anymore.”

Tita didn’t change his expression, and like a pervert on the train, he quickly wiped the inside of Chloe’s thigh. Chloe turned pale immediately, and her heartbeat rate soared.

“You, what are you doing?!”

Tita laughed and said, “That won’t do. You’ve been so naughty these days, how can we delete your beautiful memories? Look at the number of ‘positive’ characters on your legs, you’ve orgasmed many more times than this.”

Chloe sighed secretly. No matter how strong her will was, in the days to come, this tragic and unspeakable experience would repeatedly bite her heart, stimulate the female desire of her glands all over her body, and let her reminisce the favor of the demon god over and over again.

Chloe stared at Tita’s dignified and quiet profile, and said word by word: “I was right, you are the real devil.”

Tita didn’t mind the nun’s bad comments, pecked her on the face, and said slowly: “You can return to Westminster Abbey with this happy memory and continue your nun career; you can also let yourself go and become Lu Yihang’s sex slave, and voluntarily become a masturbation cup for venting lust. It depends on your choice.”

When Chloe heard the word “masturbation cup”, she recalled that she was roughly played with by Lu Yihang, and her breathing was a little rapid.

She reached her hand to her lower abdomen, recalling how the giant thing collapsed in the hole, plundered the world inside her body, and shot the male mark into the womb...

-No, that’s not my nature.

I am a priest knight, adhering to the eight virtues.

I am a holy nun, following the three wishes of a nun.

When I was imprisoned, I had no choice but to serve the devil. Now that I am free, I must return to the pure and abstinent life of a nun! That is the real me!

The slender hand that had reached the navel retracted again.

Chloe bit her lower lip with her teeth and sneered, “I choose to part ways and never see each other again.”

Lv Yihang, carrying a backpack, took the high-speed train back to Wuxi. When he arrived at his home, he rang the doorbell.

He left in such a hurry this time that he didn’t even take the key to his house, so he could only ask for help from his family.

Within five seconds, someone responded and opened the door lock with a “click”.

Two cold eyes appeared in the crack of the door, shooting out diagonally.

Following closely, a slender palm with a fierce force came straight to his forehead. The thumb was clasped on the nail of the index finger, making a posture of drawing a bow and arrow, ready to shoot.

Lv Yihang was startled. My sister once learned the martial arts of “Finger Magic” from Mo Wencai, the “Southern Finger” in Shanghai. Street magicians must first practice finger strength and make their fingers extremely flexible before they can control those bowls, plates and balls. “Finger Magic” is a finger skill derived from it. When you flick a finger, the energy bursts out from the fingertips and can hurt people from a distance.

There are often martial arts that kill with fingers in the martial arts world, such as Shaolin’s “Flower Picking Finger” and Confucianism’s “Sword Knocking Song”, which are all very famous unique skills. For a long time, everyone thought that the finger magic was just an insignificant trick, and its grade was far inferior to these magical skills - until Mo Wencai appeared.

Mo Wencai was once an outer disciple of the Qingcheng Sect. His internal strength was several levels higher than that of street performers. After decades of research, he transformed the finger magic into a set of superior martial arts, worthy of the name of “magic”. Compared to the elusive Flower Picking Finger and Sword Knocking Song, the Finger Flicking Magic is the “Number One Finger in the World” that countless people believe in.

Although Mo Wencai did not establish a school, he also accepted many disciples. Lv Zhihua’s talent was higher than those disciples who had entered the school, which made Mo Wencai look at him favorably, so he also received the true teachings of the Finger Flicking Magic.

According to Lv Zhihua’s superb internal strength, if this finger hits the target, it will definitely make an adult man’s head crack and juice flow.

But Lv Yihang did not move his feet, nor did he dodge, but took Lv Zhihua’s finger head-on.

Pah--

The fingertip touched the forehead, making a crisp explosion.

It was loud, but it didn’t hurt, just an ordinary brain explosion.

Lv Yihang smiled with a red forehead, “I’m back.”

The girl with a beautiful bob put one hand on her waist and said unhappily, “You bastard, you’ve been fooling around for so long, and you still know how to come back?”

With her height, she had to slightly raise her head to look at her brother, with a look of half teasing and half annoyance.

“Are you not welcome?” Lv Yihang laughed and opened his arms.

“Welcome home, how can I not welcome you?”

When she saw this action, Lv Zhihua’s tone became softer, and she threw herself into Lv Yihang’s arms like a conditioned reflex, hugging him like a light and sensitive young deer.

In Lv Yihang’s 18 years of life, it was common for brothers and sisters to have physical contact, but since he left the masses and said goodbye to his virginity, he had never been so close to his sister.

-It’s strange, was Zhihua’s body so soft and fragrant before? A pleasant smell emanated from her hair.

Lu Yihang was used to hugging those three sex partners, and now hugging his sister again, it felt even more fresh. Although Zhihua’s secondary sexual characteristics have developed very clearly, they are still far behind Tita’s proud breasts, not to mention the exaggerated Western-style breasts like Liuba or Chloe.

But soon, Lu Yihang realized that such a comparison was a bit obscene. He repeatedly confessed in his heart: Amitabha, sin, sin. How could he look at his sister with a pornographic eye?

Lu Zhihua buried his forehead in his brother’s shoulder, rubbing it left and right, and his chestnut bangs became messy. There was a resentment in his words: “Next time you are going to leave home for so long, remember to tell me earlier, otherwise someone will be sad.”

Lu Yihang asked: “Who will be sad?”

Deathly silence.

It seemed that the world stopped for a moment, and even the sound of breathing disappeared.

Lu Zhihua muttered indistinctly, “It’s not me anyway...”

“What did you say?”

Lu Zhihua did not repeat what she just said, but suddenly raised her head and smiled brightly, “Come in, everyone is waiting for you.”

Lu Yihang walked into the house and bent down to change his slippers. The curtains were drawn in the living room, and there was no one in sight, and it was unknown who Lu Zhihua meant by “everyone”.

Lu Yihang asked, “Where is Cheng Qiulai?”

Lu Zhihua leaned against the shoe cabinet with his elbows on the edge of the cabinet, and said helplessly, “She said she would come to the entrance to pick you up, but after hearing that you were about to arrive ... she never left the room.”

“Maybe she is taking a nap, don’t disturb her.”

Lu Zhihua said casually, “Okay, wait until she wakes up, and then we’ll go call her.”

However, Lu Zhihua knew in his heart that Cheng Qiulai didn’t have the habit of taking a nap. She probably didn’t fall asleep, but was listening to the noise downstairs, hugging the pillow and rolling around on the bed.

--Alas, at such a critical moment, why did Lailai back out again? If she had come to greet him, would she have shared Yihang’s hug?

At this time, Lu Zhihua felt a little bit of disloyalty in her heart, and this mentality made her ashamed to speak:

Fortunately, my brother’s hug belongs to me alone.

When Cheng Qiulai blew out the candles and made a wish at the dining table of Lu Yihang’s house, and cut the birthday cake sent by the special car of Shanghai Ritz-Carlton Hotel, Chloe was curled up on the big bed in the dormitory, wrapped her sweaty naked body with a quilt, and put two fingers into the most mysterious path between her crotch.

Although Chloe tried hard to get rid of the memories of rape in her mind, she still broke down when she took a shower and saw the shining white body in the mirror.

Memory is like a ghost, lingering around Chloe from time to time. Now, she doesn’t need to be wary of the huge cock that may approach at any time, doesn’t need to worry about being pushed down in front of the mirror, doesn’t need to be shy about the pretty face in the mirror when she climaxes ... This makes her feel particularly empty.

She grabbed the bottom edge of her breasts with one hand, and slowly rubbed them according to the method of Lu Yihang in her memory, pressing wrinkles on the milky smooth skin.

--If you were there, how would you choose to fill me up?

“Lu Yihang ... where are you, don’t you like to fuck me the most? I’m here with you, where are you, why don’t you come ... ah, be gentle, master ... it hurts...”

The room was filled with sad murmurs, interspersed with the frantic sound of “pa ji pa ji”.

The heavy quilt covered Chloe’s eyes, and waves of suffocation hit her head. She was shrouded in darkness in front of her eyes, and suddenly remembered her childhood.

Before being taken in by Westminster Abbey, she grew up in an orphanage in Yorkshire.

The Church of England funded many orphanages across the country and regularly selected suitable “talents” or “soldiers” from them.

That orphanage was one of them, but it was between legal and illegal, and had a thousand connections with child trafficking groups in the Mediterranean. The police often came to search, but when no one knew, the iron lock on the gate would be quietly unlocked, and trucks would come in and out of the courtyard again.

Chloe only had a very vague impression of what life was like in the orphanage. Tracing back to the source of the memory, it was a gloomy and cloudy day. An old car bumped on the road, panting heavily like a bull.

The driver was a tall, thin, middle-aged female employee who always had a gloomy expression. The children were very afraid of her and cursed her behind her back as “baguette”. Sitting in the passenger seat was the short and fat director, with a strong pungent perfume and a sharp and sweet voice, which earned him the nickname “Treacle”.

The blonde girl, as quiet as a doll, sat in the back seat, her hands on her knees, listening to the conversation of the two people in front.

Baguette held the steering wheel and said coldly: “What name should we give her?”

Tang Xi squinted her eyes, with an unchanging loving smile, and said while fiddling with her phone: “Well, is this important? I never thought about it.”

Baguette sighed: “We can’t call her “No. 19” in front of the state religion people? We are already troubled by the accusation of child abuse. If the state religion makes a fuss, how can we ask them for more funds?”