When Aurora saw the blood, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, pointing at the puddle on the ground. “I wasn’t lying, my period has really started,” she said, though without much confidence. After all, Julian had spoken of fighting a bloody battle. Aurora stared at Julian, who was fixated on the blood, wondering why it had to happen at this very moment!
“Fine, I won’t touch you for now, but you need to take care of this,” he said. He had harbored a slight hope that Aurora was deceiving him, but it turned out to be true. Aurora glanced down at the bulging area beneath her, “Okay, I’ll take care of it.” She walked resolutely towards the bathroom.
When she emerged, she was carrying a basin of water-this was the same method she had used last time. “You want to soak me in that water again?” Julian’s forehead veins bulged with anger. Last time, he had been bound and unable to move, which had allowed her to do as she pleased.
Aurora, with righteous indignation, retorted, “Wasn’t the last time effective? What else do you suggest?” At the moment, she seemed utterly sincere, having apparently forgotten how she had flirted with him before. In reality, she had only learned some seductive gestures, and the only real experience was from a night three years ago.
“Put it down,” Julian said sternly. Aurora reluctantly set the basin down, and Julian, seeing her somewhat innocent expression, truly believed that her actions that day were just an act. This woman really had no experience in these matters; she couldn’t still be thinking that physical intimacy was necessary, could she?
“You have two choices, use your hand, or use your mouth,” Julian said calmly. Only then did Aurora realize what he had meant. She knew about using hands or mouth, but she had never actually practiced!
“I, I confess, I really haven’t done this before. How about I owe you, and I’ll pay you back once I’ve learned?” Aurora tried to negotiate. Julian was speechless; how could such a thing be negotiable?
“No, you’ve already deceived me several times. You think you’ll learn later? Who do you plan to practice with?” His voice grew colder at the thought, and he was not about to let Aurora off the hook.
“I was just saying that, I didn’t plan to practice with anyone,” Aurora said, on the verge of tears, her words becoming more absurd by the second. “Come here, I’ll teach you now,” Julian issued his final ultimatum.
“I…” “I’ll count to three, and if you’re not over here, I will really fight a bloody battle! Three…” Julian’s threats always seemed to work. Aurora quickly walked up to him, her face no longer cold, but flustered instead.
“What, what should I do?” Using her hand would be better than losing her virginity, she thought, slowly coming to terms with the reality. “What do you think?” Julian sat motionless, apparently expecting her to proceed.
“You said you wouldn’t touch me…” Aurora’s eyes flashed with panic.
“Just like this, I won’t take you.”
Without giving her a chance to catch her breath, his kiss was intense and fiery.
“Sir…”
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t take you.” Perhaps to reassure her, he whispered in her ear, making it sound like a promise.
The man was skilled at kissing; he licked her lips, coaxing her tongue to join his, then plundered her breath.
As her head spun again, his hand had somehow slipped under her skirt, kneading her breast.
Despite the three years since their first encounter, he remembered all her sensitive spots, and Aurora no longer had the strength to push the man before her away. She let out a pitiful whimper like a small animal.
Then the next second, the man caught her hand and placed it on something as hot as a burning iron rod.
“No!”
Aurora snapped to alertness, realizing what it was, wanting to escape as if it was some cursed devil.
“Follow me,” the man’s voice became hoarse.
He covered her hand with his, guiding her to stroke that hard place, all the while continuing to kiss her.
Even when it ended, his lips still lingered, shifting from the stormy intensity to a gentle drizzle.
When he finally moved away, her face was flushed, her eyes misty, her lips tender and bright. He quickly averted his gaze, fearing he might feel again.
Although they hadn’t really started, there was an inexplicable feeling between them; Aurora noticed her skirt had been half torn off.
She hurriedly got up, “I need to wash.” Almost fleeing from that wicked bed.
When she emerged, Julian had already tidied up, gently pulling her into his embrace, “Little bunny, thank you, that was a great experience.”
His embrace oddly warmed her, this man still saying such things.
For a moment, she was at a loss for words-should she reply that it was her duty? She simply broke free from his grasp.
“That… I don’t have that thing, could you buy me one?”
She had intended to ask Julian to call the front desk to have a pad delivered.
But she didn’t want others to know about it, so she had to trouble Julian to handle it.
“What?” Julian was confused.
“The thing that absorbs this,” Aurora pointed to the small bloodstain.
Julian understood instantly, “You’re not thinking about escaping again, are you? I’ll just get it from the front desk.”
“I… don’t want people to know about this,” Aurora explained hesitantly.
“My skirt is also dirty, where do you think I could escape to? Even if I ran, wouldn’t you just catch me again?”
“True,” Julian kissed her lips, “Wait for me to come back.”
“You’re going out in that shirt?” Aurora pointed at the lipstick mark on his chest.
“Why not?” Julian left carefree.