Living Only For Myself: Make Those Who Hate Me Regret It-Chapter 213 - 113: "Don’t Beg Me, Beg Yourself.

Zhou Mochen’s expression was murderous. "But I’m not just going to accept being cuckolded. Xu Su, I’m going to make you watch him die."

The man’s low, hoarse voice grazed Xu Su’s ear, the sound traveling through her veins and deep into her bones, sending a chill through her entire body.

"Don’t!" Xu Su jerked her head up, all thoughts of not showing how much she cared about Xi Zirong forgotten. Her teeth were chattering. "Zhou Mochen, don’t you touch him! If anyone’s the other man here, it’s you! I was with him first!"

"Have you forgotten? You’re the one who’s been pursuing me for the past two years. When I was with him, every time I saw you, I was wronging him."

Xu Su struggled free from Zhou Mochen’s arms and tried to reason with him. "Even if someone did wrong you, it was me. It’s all my fault. I was the fickle one. I was with him of my own free will. If you’re angry, take it out on me. It has nothing to do with him. Of the three of us, I’m the only one in the wrong."

"So devoted to each other." Zhou Mochen’s face twisted, as if he couldn’t bear it another second. He viciously threw himself on top of her, his voice bone-chilling. "Fine. Then I’ll take it out on you. Let me see just how far you two have gone."

His hand slid under her clothes, moving unhesitatingly upward. "Has he touched this?"

’He’s a madman!’

The pain he inflicted made Xu Su tremble. Her hands were pinned above her head, and she had no strength left to struggle. With her eyes turning red, she began to beg. "He hasn’t. Zhou Mochen, I’m begging you, please don’t do this. I’m scared. I’m really scared..."

She had never shown such weakness. In their past life, their relationship had been unequal. She had always propped up her pride, refusing to beg no matter the situation.

But now, Xu Su liked him, and she knew exactly how much he liked her, so showing weakness didn’t feel so humiliating.

But her pleading only earned a cold laugh from the enraged man. "Don’t beg me. Pray for yourself."

He pinched her waist, its curves becoming more pronounced the more she struggled. Staring at her pale, soft skin, Zhou Mochen laughed mockingly. "My Susu knows how to squirm. Why pretend to be some chaste heroine? Or did you know this is the act I like best?"

The man’s taunt made Xu Su freeze, a look of humiliation spreading across her face. Suddenly, all the fight went out of her. She turned her head to the side, closed her eyes, and stopped struggling.

She looked utterly resigned, as if her heart had turned to ash, letting him do as he pleased.

Zhou Mochen clenched his fists. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and let out a cold laugh before burying his head against her chest and reaching down to pull off her pants.

’He wouldn’t be soft-hearted again. She was a liar.’

His rough hand grazed her lower abdomen, and he gripped the waistband, about to pull it down...

Xu Su’s eyes snapped open. She threw her arms around the man’s neck, pressing her body against his. "Zhou Mochen, are you sure you want to do this?"

’She was still trying to salvage the situation. She didn’t want them to go around in circles only to return to that same wretched beginning...’

She held him tighter, her voice still thick with tears. "I don’t want to do it like this. I don’t want to be forced."

"...What, changing tactics?" Zhou Mochen let her cling to him, the hand pulling at her pants pausing for only a moment before continuing without hesitation. His voice was hard as iron. "Other guys can do it, but with me, it’s being forced? Don’t worry. I guarantee I’ll make you feel good."

The man was too strong. Her pants were pulled off, and a chill hit Xu Su’s thighs. Her heart grew heavy and cold. She couldn’t tell what was worse: the fear of what was coming, or being treated this way by Zhou Mochen.

She was wearing nothing but underwear from the waist down. Zhou Mochen’s hand moved to her thigh, stroking it dangerously. Only one final layer of cloth kept them from being completely bare to one another, but his hand slowly came to a halt.

’His Susu was trembling...’

’Even though her arms were still around his neck, her entire body was shaking...’

The dampness on his neck slowly brought Zhou Mochen back to his senses. Tears welled in his bloodshot eyes, and he blinked them away quickly. His voice was very soft. "You’re that scared? You’re that unwilling to be with me? Xu Su... how could you do this to me?"

’How could you give me such a passionate response, put me on cloud nine, and then kick me right back into the mud...?’

’Just when I thought my long wait was finally over, you tell me it was all fake.’

Zhou Mochen pressed Xu Su’s face into his neck, hiding the tears that continued to fall.

’I can’t show weakness. I can’t let this little liar see me cry.’

’She’ll use it as a weapon to hurt me.’

’It hurts too much...’

Xu Su held him, moving her hand to the back of his head and stroking his hair. "I just don’t want to be with you under these circumstances, Zhou Mochen. Believe it or not, I really do like you. Xi Zirong is in the past. You’re not being cuckolded, like you think."

She sniffled, burying her face in the crook of Zhou Mochen’s neck, her voice hoarse from crying. "No matter what I did wrong, you can’t force me when I don’t want to."

Zhou Mochen was silent for a long moment. Then, he suddenly cupped the back of Xu Su’s neck and made her look up. They stared at each other quietly, each seeing the other’s red, tear-stained eyes. He spoke calmly, "I want one straight answer. In this past year, how far did you two go?"

"We really didn’t sleep together." As soon as there was a little space between them, Xu Su quickly brought her legs together and curled into a ball. Afraid he’d fly into another rage, she bit the words out. "I swear on my grandmother, I really never slept with him."

Zhou Mochen didn’t even bat an eye. "So you did everything except the last step?"

He chuckled, jealousy burning in his chest. Just a moment ago, when the hatred had consumed him, he’d even had the urge to literally bite her to death.

’Let them both die. He and she, they could die together!’

His laugh sent another jolt of fear through Xu Su. She shook her head frantically, like a rattle. "No, no! We only kissed."

"’Only kissed...’" Zhou Mochen repeated slowly. Then he got off her, his gaze turning glacial. "Go on, then. Let me hear your love story."

"..." Xu Su seized the chance to pull the nearby comforter over to wrap around herself. She could feel her legs still trembling. The pants he’d torn off lay on the floor.

With the man’s oppressive presence gone, Xu Su quickly came to her senses, and a wave of anger washed over her.

’That man had almost forced himself on her!’

"Love story my ass! Why should I tell you any damn love story! Zhou Mochen, do you realize you almost became a rapist?!" Xu Su grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him viciously. "If you hadn’t stopped, I would have hated you for the rest of my life, and I’d have made sure neither of us got off easy!"

Zhou Mochen’s head snapped up. He reached out and yanked on her comforter, his voice impossibly hard and cold. "A rapist, huh? I haven’t been one of those yet. Maybe we should finish what we started?"

Xu Su clutched the comforter for dear life. Fortunately, Zhou Mochen was only making threats. When he failed to rip it away on the first try, he let go.

Seeing he had regained his senses and was no longer in a frenzy, Xu Su slowly let out a sigh of relief. She glanced at her pants on the floor and commanded, "Bring them here."

Zhou Mochen glanced at her, his lips pressed into a thin line. He bent down, picked up the school uniform pants he had pulled off with his own hands, and tossed them onto the bed.