Chapter 2

Mrs. Vance was a woman nearly sixty years old, small-framed but nimble. Her salt-and-pepper hair was far more gray than black, always pulled back into a neat bun with a simple wooden hairpin. Her deep brown eyes were sharp as a razor, constantly making anyone facing her feel pressured, especially for an apprentice like Emily, Mrs. Vance’s strictness was amplified manifold.

Telling herself to push through for the sake of the generous wage, the young girl gradually earned the recognition of her boss through her attention to detail, politeness, and remarkable diligence. Emily understood perfectly well how crucial this job was for her right now, so she always completed every assigned task to the best of her ability. As the end of the year drew near and shopping demands surged, she became increasingly busy.

Today was the end of the month. When her shift ended, Mrs. Vance called her over, handed her a small bonus, and urged her to go home early, take a rest, and prepare for tomorrow’s hectic arrival of a new stock shipment.

- Go home and eat dinner early, tomorrow will be much more exhausting than today!

Waving her hand softly to signal Emily to leave promptly, Mrs. Vance also managed to push a bag of butter bread into her hands. Although it was leftover stock from the day, it was still enough to make up a filling dinner. Emily felt her heart melt at such thoughtful care hidden beneath that cold exterior. She quickly bowed her head in gratitude and happily skipped off home.

Just as her boss had instructed, she efficiently locked her precious wages inside a tin box in her room’s wardrobe, grabbed a quick bite, showered, and went straight to sleep. Indeed, the cashier work and restocking shelves today had utterly drained her energy.

That night, as the clock faintly chimed midnight...

Emily was deep in slumber when she suddenly woke up, feeling a strange weight on her lower body. It seemed to be drizzling outside, with the sound of water tapping gently on the windowpane. The early winter chill made her shiver slightly. Half-asleep, she attempted to roll over inside the warm blanket, when all at once, her entire body froze solid.

“What ... what kind of position is this?”

A thought flashed through her mind as she vaguely realized her legs were being spread wide apart to both sides. The lower portion of the blanket had been pulled up around her waist, and her nightgown was hiked completely up. This meant her lower half was being pressed down by some entity or force, forced open to expose her sensitive area.

“Oof...”

As if blocked in her throat, she could not utter a single sound. Yet because of this, her body felt every single thing taking place down there. She was not dreaming; clearly, the gusset of her panties, the fabric covering her vulva, was rustling and shifting, while something carrying a heavy breath leaned right up against that area, greedily inhaling her scent.

- That is it, this flavor, so sweet, so fragrant...

A low male voice echoed softly. Meanwhile, a cool, wet patch of flesh snaked over the surface of her panties, gently gliding and circling across the sensitive skin underneath.

Emily was consumed by sheer terror, realizing she was likely being pounced on by some perverted man who was pinning down her lower body to sniff and lick her.

Her screams were choked inside her chest. She could not move on her own to break free from this embarrassing pose. Every worst-case scenario flooded her mind, picturing her rented room being broken into and herself about to be raped right then and there.

Tightly closing her eyes to regain her composure, she forced herself to brace her mind while his nose and tongue unabashedly pressed close against her vulva. Silently repeating in her head words of prayer and guidelines for surviving by submitting, she knew she had no choice but to go along with his desires. If he wanted to go all the way, she had to yield. Once trapped in extreme danger, life must always come first.