"Mm... Junior Brother Ye... what are you doing...?"
A chill swept over Du Xiangmei, who was already groggy, making her shudder violently. For that brief instant, her mind cleared a little.
Du Xiangmei murmured to herself, struggling to open her eyes and see what was happening around her.
But as her vision gradually sharpened, she discovered to her horror that she was lying on a cold table. Her clothes were in disarray, as though they had been violently torn at.
Even more frighteningly, she felt something nibbling up and down her body. That strange sensation made her tremble uncontrollably.
"Senior Sister Du, of course I'm doing what adults ought to do!
What else would I be doing?"
Suddenly, a low voice sounded beside her ear.
Du Xiangmei focused her gaze and saw Ye Qingxuan lying on top of her, looking at her with a wicked grin.
"Ah... what are you doing... ah... get off me...!"
Du Xiangmei's screams rang throughout the room. Her heart filled with terror and despair.
She struggled desperately, her legs kicking wildly as though out of control. Her hands strained to push Ye Qingxuan away, but she found that all her strength seemed to have vanished. Her body was limp and would not obey her at all.
Worse still, her mind grew increasingly muddled. The scene before her began to blur, as though she might lose consciousness again at any moment.
"Ah, hahahaha... you bastard... hahahaha..."
Du Xiangmei's tears poured out like floodwaters bursting through a dam. Endless terror and humiliation drowned her heart, and she began sobbing uncontrollably. No amount of struggling did any good.
"Du Xiangmei, you accepted my supreme-grade musical instrument. Don't you intend to give me something in return?
You want to be a whore and still put up a monument