What to do if I've locked myself in a book! - Chapter 37

After what felt like an eternity, consciousness gradually seeped back into her mind.

A cool chill swept across her bare skin, jolting her fully awake. Panic surged through her as she tried to cry out, only to realize her eyes and mouth were bound with silk cloth. Her naked body was suspended in mid-air, tightly bound with ropes—her hands tied behind her back, her legs forced open symmetrically, heels pressed against her own inner thighs, exposing her intimate areas to the air in shameful vulnerability.

Her pussy was stretched wide by the strain on her body, and she could feel streams of cool air flowing into her channel through her quivering entrance.

Intense unease overwhelmed her sense of shame. Unable to see, her body restrained and completely out of control, she felt like helpless prey at someone’s mercy, with no idea what would happen next.

“Mmph… mmph…”

Through the cloth covering her mouth, Ling Qianqian let out unintelligible whimpers. Terrified, she thrashed desperately against her bonds, but the ropes were incredibly secure—even professional. Her body swayed slightly in the air, and the more she struggled, the tighter the cords dug into her flesh. It was uncomfortable, though the smooth texture of the ropes prevented sharp pain.

So that second “warning” had been a well-meaning reminder. Why hadn’t she been more careful? How could she have known this seemingly respectable boss was a pervert—watching her pass out drunk, then stripping and binding her like this.

Was he trying to play some bondage game?

As she held her breath, her mind suddenly flashed to her ex-boyfriend Luo Qian. That man had been obsessed with such things, even going so far as to imprison her in his bedroom for three days, restricting her freedom. If Ji Shi hadn’t found her in time, he might have kept her captive forever. His obsession masked as love had suffocated her, leaving deep psychological scars—and was the reason she’d initiated the breakup.

Just then, she heard footsteps approaching from far to near. Immediately after, a low “buzzing” sound filled the air as something pressed against her pussy entrance, vibrating wildly against her labia.

“…Mmph! Mmph!!”

Intense tingles shot up from her core, spreading through every inch of her body.

The object—similar to a vibrator—worked continuously at her entrance, “massaging” it as it vibrated and rotated, occasionally brushing against her clit. The sensation made her burn with arousal, her body growing hot as her body reacted with a gush of fluid.

That damned man—what a pervert! Once she was free, she’d tear him to pieces!

Rage burned in her heart, yet her bound body was being stimulated to an unexpected state of pleasure. She felt weak and warm, waves of juices flowing from her channel to coat the vibrator. The buzzing mixed with shameful squelching sounds as it pressed frantically against her pussy, drawing lewd pants from her behind the gag—all her strength to resist drained away in an instant.

Suddenly, she felt her hardened nipples being teased roughly and quickly by calloused fingertips, followed by a wet sensation spreading across them as a hot mouth took one into it, sucking and licking with lewd sounds.

In that moment, a jolt of numbness shot through her scalp. She’d had exactly the same experience on the night of her twenty-first birthday.

“Remember now?”

As the warm mouth pulled away from her breast, a man’s deep, magnetic voice rang out unexpectedly.

Thump—Thump—

Her heart lurched violently, her mind going blank.

Remember what? How could he possibly know about that? They were supposed to be strangers!

At that moment, the cloth over her mouth was peeled away by cold, long fingers. Before she could make a sound, his lips crashed into hers in a sudden kiss. His mouth carried a faint blueberry scent, his lips and tongue exploring and entangling hers relentlessly, chasing her evasive tongue.

“Mmph…”

She wanted nothing more than to bite down, but her body was completely drained of strength. Her pussy was still being worked by the vibrator, fluids gushing more and more—she could barely take it.

Just then, the toy suddenly shut off, the vibrations ceasing, though her pussy continued to clench and seep in the aftershocks.

At the same time, the cloth over her eyes was torn away. As the blindfold fell, a pair of captivating eyes—partially hidden by messy, wavy brown hair—stared at her with an amused glint, suddenly meeting her panicked gaze.

He leaned closer, pressing his forehead to hers, his nose brushing against hers as he curved his lips into a low murmur: “Let me show you clearly—who your first man really was.”

“Wh… mmph!”

Her heart was still racing wildly when she felt his scorching-hard member pressing against her entrance.

Before she could resist, his thick, full tip—glistening with fluids—parted her labia, ground through layer after layer of soft flesh, forced open her pussy, and plunged deep inside.

“No—ah!”

Pleasure swallowed her anger whole. Her body, suddenly claimed, uncontrollably secreted more fluids, clinging tightly to the unexpected intruder.

“Still this tight, hmm?”

Without giving her time to respond, he began thrusting his hips fiercely.

Her lower body swayed with each powerful impact of his member. With every thrust, the silk ropes binding her dug deeper into her skin—the azure cords leaving red marks on her snow-white flesh, even outlining the shape of her breasts in a strangely alluring way.

The man had somehow shed his coat, his black shirt unbuttoned to reveal well-defined muscles that led down to his unfastened pants.

His thick, rigid member moved in and out of her pussy with loud, wet sounds. His sharply etched abs were hard and perfectly defined, pressing against her soft belly with each movement—leaving her weak and pliant.

It felt exactly like that night four years ago.

The night she’d lost her virginity.