A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Chapter 6 Being Overpowered

"do not move!"

His voice came from the darkness, stern and deep, giving the impression of a very composed king.

But how could a composed person do such a thing?

Wutong couldn't hold on any longer, tears streaming down her face. She wanted to beg for mercy, but she couldn't even utter a sound.

Please forgive her. She came to help out of kindness; how can you do this to her...?

The man moved swiftly, quickly pulling off her pants, but he was clearly inexperienced, taking several tries to find the right spot before thrusting in.

it hurts...

Wutong bit his shoulder again.

She couldn't see her own face, but she knew she must look extremely disheveled.

This was her first time. She had fantasized countless times about lying in her beloved man's house, on their wedding bed, embracing sweetly and clinging tightly to each other.

It's definitely not like this now.

A pitch-black study, a man whose face is not visible.

His muscles were so hard that Wutong's gums ached from clenching them, and her jaw felt like it was about to dislocate.

The other person was like a wooden doll, feeling no pain at all, only knowing how to ram and ram, continuously ramming and ramming, with increasing force, making it unbearable.

Alcohol, pain, and shame tangled together in Wutong's mind, creating a chaotic mess. She rolled her eyes and felt like a lone boat adrift on the sea, feeling utterly alone and hopeless.

Ironically, the man on her body was her only support.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally withdrew from her body, helped her put on her pants, and fastened her clothes.

His rapid breathing calmed down, and the scorching heat subsided. He stood quietly in the darkness, as if everything that had just happened was merely a dream.

Wutong leaned against the wall and stood up with her soft legs.

He released her pressure points and tossed her a package of something. Wutong didn't take it; instead, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

"yu!"

She cursed at him fiercely, then turned and left!

She walked a long way until she was sure the other person wasn't chasing her and couldn't see her anymore, then she stopped, hugged herself tightly, and trembled all over.

Despair spread through her body; she felt utterly humiliated, yet she could not speak of it.

Regardless of who this man is, her only identity now is Abdo's bodyguard.

The guards are all men. If she reports to the authorities, her true gender will be revealed. Will Abdo still let her stay by his side then?

Even a fool could figure it out.

She didn't want to go back to the days when she barely had enough to eat. If she wanted to live a good life in this world, her only chance was Abuduo, and she had to seize it!

Let's just consider today's events as a humiliation. As long as she doesn't recall it, no one will know she was raped.

Her only hope was that it was too dark in the study and the man hadn't seen her face clearly.

That man...

The thought of the feeling of him remaining inside her body filled Wutong with extreme shame, and she wished she could run back and die with him.

Two servants carrying lanterns came from the front and, seeing her, said in surprise, "Hey, aren't you General Abdo's guards? What are you doing here?"

The man, carrying a lantern, leaned closer to look and asked curiously, "Why is your face so red?"

Not only did she blush, but her pants were also torn! It's all that bastard's fault!

Wutong pulled up his pants and tugged at his clothes, saying, "I've had a bit of wine and I'm feeling quite unwell. Could you please tell General Abdo that I'm heading back to Wuxing City?"

She can't go to see Abdo like this; he'll see through her act.

The attendant hesitated, "This..."

"Please, please!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wutong turned and ran to find his horse outside the palace.

It wasn't until she rode a horse that she realized what it meant to be worse than dead.

She tried several times but couldn't mount the horse. Seeing the increasingly puzzled look in the guards' eyes, Wutong simply got off the horse and led it forward.

It's only a dozen or so miles. You don't need to climb mountains or make any turns. Just walk straight, and you'll eventually reach the end.

As night deepened, the man and his horse left the palace and headed into the darkness.

In the study of the Prince's mansion, the lamp on the desk was turned on, revealing a deep-set male face.

Wutong left too early. If she were still here, she would definitely gasp in surprise upon seeing the other person's face.

It was the "King of Southern Xinjiang" she saw in Zhoujia Village who later helped her up!

A breeze blew in through the door, causing the candlelight to flicker.

The man's dark pupils reflected a complex light as he casually tossed the purse in his hand onto the desk and touched his face.

The skin on my face still felt sore; the man had clearly used a great deal of force.

He remained expressionless, as if the intense scene just now was merely a dream, and had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, walked over, picked it up, and took a look.

It is a wooden ball with red tassels hanging from it.

The wooden ball is unusually heavy; there must be something hidden inside.

He leaned closer to the lamp, carefully observing by candlelight, and finally plucked the red tassel.

With a soft click, a golden ball rolled out and landed on the table.

He looked at the golden ball, then at the ingenious device, and his narrow eyes slowly narrowed.

Outside the banquet hall, Steward Duan hid behind the door, waving to Zhiwu incessantly.

"Come out quickly! Hurry!"

Zhiwu spent a great deal of effort to escape from the group of generals. Ignoring the curses behind her, she hurriedly walked away.

Her veil had long been torn off, revealing her delicate face. Her skirt was wet and smelled of alcohol.

Manager Duan: "Why are you so late? If we don't hurry over, they'll all be drunk. What's the point of our plan then?"

Zhiwu complained, "What could I do? A bunch of grown men who can't do anything but drink. I was lucky to get away! These damned bastards are so hard to deal with..."

"No time for words, come with me!"

Steward Duan led her in a certain direction, avoiding eye contact and choosing secluded paths along the way.

Zhiwu asked nervously, "Can I really succeed?"

Steward Duan said with a mocking tone, "With your beauty and the aphrodisiac, how could there be a man you can't win over?"

Zhiwu gasped, "He is none other than Duan Fufeng, the King of Southern Xinjiang..."

"Duan Fufeng is a man too, unless he prefers male prostitutes to beautiful women. But based on my observations over the years, he probably doesn't have that fetish. Try your best, just let those generals see him in heat... hehe..."

When I arrived at the study, it was pitch black inside.

Steward Duan opened the door, pushed Zhiwu inside, and said, "Hurry up, I'll wait for you outside!"

Zhiwu remained motionless for a long time, as if she had frozen into a clay figure, standing there without moving.

Steward Duan said impatiently, "What do you want now? You can't afford to be held responsible if things get delayed!"

"Steward Duan, please stop..."

Zhiwu pinched him, trembling, and stared ahead in terror.

Steward Duan guessed what was going on, and his heart sank suddenly, as if someone had thrown a heavy weight into it.

End of this chapter