I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 156 - Punishment

Qiao Suisui forgot to breathe, watching the silent man in front of her, feeling his tremendous anger.

The man’s fingertips glided over her clavicle, bringing a shiver around her, those long, powerful hands gently gripped her neck, forcing her to lift her chin.

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“Zong Fang…” her voice was weak, carrying a trace of uncertain call.

By then, her shirt had slid down to her elbows, revealing vast expanses of pale, smooth skin. She wore only a white tube top inside today, the recent toils had thinned her down, adding faint but just-right lines on her arms and abdomen.

Zong Fang didn’t respond to her but visually scoured every inch of her skin, like a fierce beast surveying his territory.

The prolonged silence made Qiao Suisui uneasy; every spot he gazed upon felt as if it was burning, causing her to tremble slightly.

“Cold?” came a deep voice.

Zong Fang tried to keep his tone as even as possible, but the imposing aura around him was not to be ignored, Qiao Suisui was no longer the little girl without spiritual power, she now felt Zong Fang’s spiritual power like a pile of wood crackling in the fire, mixed with suppressed anger and intimidation.

But for some reason, she didn’t feel uncomfortable like other Beastmen; instead, she was uncontrollably attracted to his spiritual power, wanting to meld with it.

“A bit.” She licked her somewhat dry lips.

“This will warm you up.”

Zong Fang bent down and kissed her neck, moving downwards, biting the edge of her tube top sharply and pulling it down.

“Hmm…”

Qiao Suisui couldn’t help but support herself on his shoulder, the man also reached out his hands to hold her tightly, his broad hands wandering from her butterfly bone, stroking her waist.

Qiao Suisui sat on the vanity, tilting her head up, enduring his passionate kisses. For a moment, the cramped space was filled with steam, the sound of the shower trickling nearby, and the mist fogged up the mirror on the vanity, reflecting the entwined figures of the two.

She was kissed until her whole body went limp, her breathing completely disordered, but just then, the man stopped.

Zong Fang looked at her misty eyes, that bewildered gaze silently seductive.

He forcefully subdued his desire, deliberately distancing himself from her.

“Take your clothes off, take a bath,” his voice was rough as if sandpaper had grazed it.

Qiao Suisui’s mind was a mess, with only one thought; why not continue. Thus, whatever Zong Fang said, she numbly did, only to come to her senses as if she had just heard his words.

Though he told her to undress herself, her arms and legs were weak, and it was good enough that she hadn’t fallen down. Zong Fang took her hand and helped her slip off her loose pants.

By the final step, Qiao Suisui blushed and didn’t move, murmuring, “I, I’ll wash by myself.”

Zong Fang, without another word, carried her into the shower with one arm.

The shower was a separate unit, surrounded by frosted glass, with space enough for only two people at most.

The moment Qiao Suisui’s feet hit the floor, the showerhead above drenched her completely. Zong Fang quickly shed his clothes, already mostly wet, and stood in front of her.

His eight-pack abs were right before her eyes, but Qiao Suisui didn’t dare to touch them. Zong Fang’s presence was too overpowering; although he was mostly gentle when facing her, the moment he put away his expressions and turned expressionless, Qiao Suisui felt as if someone’s death was imminent… and it seemed today it was her turn.

“Zong Fang, let’s talk,” she said.

“Now?”

Zong Fang grabbed her hand and led it towards his lower body, and Qiao Suisui stiffened in place.

It clearly wasn’t a good time.

She was about to say something to lighten the mood, but Zong Fang turned her by the shoulders, pressing her chest against the frosted glass. One of her wrists was pinned behind her back, and the other hand involuntarily clung to the glass.

Zong Fang pressed her against the glass, whispering in her ear, “First I’ll punish you, then we can talk later.”

In the cramped and closed space, the noisy, regular sound of the shower drowned out a certain shameful splashing sound. From outside, the two blurred figures on the frosted glass were indistinguishable, except for one large and one small hand pressed against the glass.

The large hand covered the smaller one—wild, domineering, predatory, with no escape.

Qiao Suisui was barely conscious; she didn’t know whether it was sweat or shower water on her eyelids, only that it felt terribly itchy, about to seep into her eyes.

She instinctively closed her eyes, wanting to wipe them, but the man immediately noticed, turned her chin around, and commanded mercilessly, “Open your eyes.”

Qiao Suisui gasped and opened her eyes, but all she saw was a blurred sheen.

Zong Fang could see her expression, but she couldn’t see his.

The man’s desire for control was even stronger than usual, his eyes conveying incredibly intense emotions, and if one looked closely, one could also detect a hint of unease.

Qiao Suisui had stood for two hours, been held for another two hours, and finally was lifted onto the washbasin, where the man punished her by making her kneel and forced her to look into the mirror.

The air was moist, stuffy, mixed with a murky scent.

The room was filled with madness.

Qiao Suisui felt as if she were being repeatedly steamed in a sauna. Her eyes moistened, and he kissed away the tears, only to make her cry again. After several times, she finally fainted during a release.

When Zong Fang carried her out of the bathroom, her body had been cleaned and dried by him. He gently placed Qiao Suisui in the sleep pod, activated a calming spray for her, then took out a tube of ointment from the space and carefully applied it to the most delicate parts of her body.

After doing all this, he then had time to take care of himself and the chaotic ‘battlefield.’

After bathing, Zong Fang found a device hidden behind the door, unobtrusive, and pressed it with his foot. He had designed the entire shelter himself and was the only one who knew some secret configurations.

The device was originally invented because Qiao Suisui was a light sleeper, easily disturbed by the slightest noise. Hence, he created a one-button protection system to completely isolate the room from outside sounds. Neither those inside could hear from outside, nor could those outside hear from inside.

However, with the arrival of the sleeping pod, this device seemed somewhat superfluous, and Zong Fang hadn’t expected it would come in handy at such a moment. The past few days, he had deliberately left it off, wanting Carl to hear.

But today, he had truly lost control… lost control to the extent that he didn’t want anyone to hear her voice.