Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu never imagined that her mouth could be forced to produce such a broken sound.

She lay back on the large sofa, her hands firmly pressed above her head.

The air felt cool against his skin, yet the blood in his body burned with tension. Wherever his gaze fell, it felt as if a fire had been lit.

He was actually kissing her repeatedly.

She struggled slightly, her fingernails frantically scratching his forearm, leaving a faint red mark from which blood seeped. Xu Yuanjia didn't even frown; instead, he pressed her down even tighter.

"Again," he said.

She had already endured more than a dozen of his kisses. Her arm muscles ached and trembled.

She had never been so disheveled... In her nineteen years of life, she had never been in a relationship, nor had she ever been forced or pressured by a boy like this. Her world was as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

At this very moment, someone is writing the rules on this blank sheet of paper in the most tyrannical way.

A wave of shame washed over her. Her eyes reddened; she didn't understand what this unfamiliar feeling of shame and indignation was.

She was afraid. She was afraid that she didn't want him to stop.

The instant this thought flashed through Shi Luyu's mind, she wished she could smash her head against the handrail and die.

Xu Yuanjia released his grip on her, straightened up, and smiled slightly as he looked at her through the mask. "You're happy to be kissed by me, aren't you? You can't fool yourself."

Shi Luyu bit her lip tightly, not daring to let go.

Xu Yuanjia leaned down, pressed his thumb against her chin, and freed her lips:

"Don't hold back. I want to hear you count how many times I kissed you."

Tears streamed down Shi Luyu's face as she turned her head away, utterly exclaiming, "You bastard... pervert... mad dog...!"

Xu Yuanjia wasn't angry, but Shi Luyu covered her mouth and cried even harder.

He leaned close to her ear: "When it ends depends on how well you behave."

Shi Luyu tried desperately to suppress her emotions; she wanted to hide, but she couldn't escape no matter what she did.

Chaotic thoughts battled in her mind, making it impossible for her to tell whether she wanted to stop or not to stop.

Xu Yuanjia straightened up, looked down at her tear-streaked face, and a morbid scrutiny appeared in his eyes.

He reached out, his fingertips wiping away her tears, and in front of her, he put the teardrops into his own mouth: "You see, you're crying now because of me. You're happy because of me too."

He leaned down and kissed her lips.

"I am the one who can control you."

Shi Luyu wanted to refute, but couldn't say a word.

His consciousness was like a stretched string; it kept twisting, still twisting…

Finally, the string snapped.

He reached out and brushed his fingertips against the corner of his lips:

"sweet."

Shi Luyu was filled with resentment. She closed her eyes, her hand groping in the crack of the sofa; her phone was still there.

He was leaning back on the sofa, picking up a wine glass, his gaze not on her, like a wild beast that had just eaten its fill.

It's now!

Shi Luyu sat up abruptly, grabbed a bath towel to wrap herself in, gripped her phone tightly, and tumbled off the sofa.

Her knees almost buckled as soon as her feet touched the ground, but she gritted her teeth and held on, then opened the door and rushed out.

But there were no footsteps chasing behind.

There wasn't even a shout or a reprimand.

This silence is more terrifying than the chase.

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The corridor was long. She ran across the carpet, down the stairs, her legs still weak, and with each step she could feel the strange afterglow lingering in her body.

When she reached the apartment building, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, scraping her palms and tearing a corner of her towel. She hurriedly wrapped it back up tightly and looked around.

The night was deep, and the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow.

She was only wrapped in a bath towel, barefoot, her long hair disheveled, and looked utterly wretched. She was still very weak; the exhaustion she had just experienced made her stop to catch her breath every few steps, preventing her from running very far.

She gritted her teeth and turned into a narrow alley, disappearing into it. Moss covered the corners of the walls, and the air was damp. She crouched deep in the alley, curling herself up into a ball, her back pressed against the cold wall.

She ran away. And then?

Tears welled up again.

This isn't China; she can't speak a complete sentence in Thai. Report it to the police? Southeast Asian police are wary of the Xu family's power. That "Master Jia" is clearly a high-ranking member of the Xu family; reporting it to the police would be like walking into a trap.

Who else can she turn to?

A name flashed through her mind… Jiajia-gege. Her childhood sweetheart, they grew up together, and his family had some business in Taimai, so they were quite well-known. He had always protected her since they were little and had never refused any of her requests.

Maybe... he can help?

Shi Luyu didn't care about anything else. With trembling hands, she turned on her phone screen, found a number in her contacts that she hadn't dialed in a long time, and pressed the call button.

Xu Yuanjia, who was left on the sofa in the apartment, leisurely took off his mask.

He casually placed the black and gold eagle head mask on the coffee table, slowly pulled two tissues from the tissue box, wiped his mouth first, and then glanced down at his collar, which was stained with water.

He wiped it patiently, his movements deliberate, like a refined gentleman grooming himself.

"Buzz..." The phone vibrated.

He glanced at the screen, and a smile slowly curved his lips.

Caller ID: Shi Luyu.

He didn't answer immediately, letting the phone vibrate twice before slowly picking it up and swiping to answer. Leaning back on the sofa, he held the phone to his ear, and the moment he spoke—

Her voice has changed.

It was no longer that damp, dangerous, and oppressive voice, but had become gentle, clean, and carried a touch of just the right amount of care and tenderness.

Like the afternoon sun in spring, like the clean and refreshing older brother next door in my childhood.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" He tilted his head, his long, slender fingers tapping casually on the sofa armrest.

But a sinister, almost perverse pleasure welled up in his eyes, completely at odds with his tone.

She needs Jiajia, her brother.

Little did she know that the person she was calling for help was the very person who had just tormented her to tears.

There is nothing more interesting in this world.

Xu Yuanjia's lips slowly parted into a smile, which looked particularly eerie in the dim light.

His voice grew even gentler, like a honey-coated poison, seeping drop by drop into the ears of the panicked girl on the other end of the phone:

"Don't cry, tell me slowly. Your brother is here."