TIL - 35

Chen Cheng threw Wen Huo onto the sofa, tearing her most expensive dress, leaving her in only her underwear, sprawled diagonally. Her expression, devoid of sorrow or joy, was like a painting by a modernist artist—no strong emotions, only beautiful form and posture.

Wen Huo’s heart felt dead.

She knew Yang Yinlou had sold her out when Chen Cheng mentioned her sleep problems. It didn’t matter anymore; she had deceived Yang Yinlou, and he, finding no way to get closer to Chen Cheng, used her to connect with him. Smart people were like that; she would have done the same.

She allowed it.

However, having lost all right to speak in front of Chen Cheng, there seemed to be nothing left for her to disallow.

Chen Cheng had been deceived by Wen Huo again; she actually had more secrets. How could she have so many secrets? Did sleeping with him require a hundred benefits before she’d agree?

She even claimed to like him and that’s why she seduced him. So, did that mean taking Han Bailu’s money, coming to scheme against him, and then using him for sleep were just incidental?

The more he looked at her, the angrier he became. He suddenly pulled her up, gripping her neck, his face close to hers: “Do you have a single truthful word?”

Wen Huo said nothing.

Her lifeless demeanor was truly irritating! Chen Cheng pressed her against the panoramic French window, gripped her wrist, pulled forcefully, and spun her around, making her lie prostrate against the glass, half of her breast pressed into a bluish-white.

He unzipped his pants, pulled down Wen Huo’s underwear, and thrust his penis inside. She wasn’t wet, and he was dry and huge; it hurt him, and he knew it must hurt her terribly. He also felt heartache, but after sleeping with her for so long, the person he was willing to pamper had manipulated him so much that hatred outweighed the pain.

He thrust with difficulty, as if there were grit in her tender opening. Every time he moved, they both felt pain.

She didn’t cry out, didn’t kick him away, didn’t beg for mercy. She no longer called him Teacher Chen or expressed her feelings as before. No more seductive talk, no more grievances; she truly became like a fleshlight, a human dildo.

Chen Cheng suddenly wanted to pull out, but then he thought that she might have other secrets he still didn’t know, so he continued.

His waist was strong and powerful. He pushed into Wen Huo, giving her no chance to relax. Her slender body was abused by him, rhythmically slapping against the glass window, making sounds that clearly indicated pain.

Chen Cheng worked her, pulling back her hair, kissing her neck, kissing and biting, leaving teeth marks, wanting to draw blood. He wanted her dead.

He had never hated a woman this much. He had already tolerated her transaction with Han Bailu. Why, how, could she still be hiding things from him, deceiving him?

He thought she loved money, but would eventually love him, but the result told him no. If taking money to be a mistress was too self-sacrificing and not worth it, she had another reason: her severe insomnia. He could help her sleep, he could cure her insomnia.

She only liked money, only wanted to sleep. She didn’t like him at all, not even a little.

Thinking of this, he bit her neck, sucked her blood, and thrust deeper below: “Does it hurt? Does it hurt when I do this to you?”

Wen Huo was in pain, but she could endure it.

Chen Cheng turned her body around, lifted one of her legs, inserted himself, and continued to thrust.

He wanted to tie her hands, he wanted to hang her up, strip her naked, take countless photos of her nude, and record countless videos of her cum flowing. He wanted to play them for her in real-time, making her watch him enter her from behind, front, above, below...

He wanted to f*ck her to death, to make her forget the taste of flesh, to only remember his, Chen Cheng’s, member.

He made her bleed, and then he finally stopped.

Wen Huo twitched convulsively with pain, her face pale, her lips purple.

Chen Cheng was usually excellent in bed; although he could be rough, he had never hurt Wen Huo like this, with blood streaks coming out with his penis. He was truly furious. If she wanted to sleep, she should have told him. Why didn’t she? She just had to deceive him.

She told Han Bailu that their collaboration was over before the film festival, meaning she was leaving. He disgusted her so much that she didn’t even want the money or sleep anymore; she just wanted to leave him.

He carried her into the bathroom, placed her on the windowsill, adjusted the hot water to flow automatically, then turned to unhook her bra, and washed her with the running water. Next was below. He had made her bleed. Fearing the water would irritate her, he half-crouched, gripped her legs, buried his face, sucked, licked, his tongue thrusting inwards, licking her intimate flesh, licking away all the blood. He even asked her: “Does it hurt? Did I hurt you?”

Wen Huo started to feel chest tightness, it was too uncomfortable, her eyes felt swollen, her lips trembled. She didn’t know why, she wasn’t afraid of pain, but as soon as Chen Cheng asked, it hurt so much.

Chen Cheng wanted her to speak: “But Wen Huo, you lied to me. Was it fun? Was it fun to lie to me?”

Wen Huo bit the tender flesh inside her lower lip. She slowly tightened her legs. When she spoke, her voice was already hoarse; she didn’t know how it had become so husky: “Teacher Chen...”

Chen Cheng looked up at her. His hair was enviably thick, his hairline intact, and his temples were sweaty, the sweat dampening his face and eyes.

Wen Huo reached out to touch him, her hand landing softly on his arm: “Can we just end here? Please?”

She still wanted to leave; she just wanted to leave.

Chen Cheng’s eyes turned terrifying. He picked her up, held her flat in his hands, then released her. Wen Huo fell from his grasp, landing in the bathtub with a ‘splat,’ water splashing everywhere, soaking Chen Cheng’s clothes, the fabric clinging to his skin.

Wen Huo’s survival instinct made her quickly flip over, face down, gripping the edge of the bathtub tightly with both hands, gasping for air, her chest heaving.

Chen Cheng’s terrifying gaze was chilling, then shifted back to anger and hatred, those emotions now dominant. The brief moment of tenderness vanished without a trace after she showed no hint of remorse, only wanting to leave him.

He took off his pants, stepped into the bathtub, and began the second round of assault. This time it was more brutal, more prolonged, and it hurt her even more.

He gripped her arms, her waist, slapped her butt, pulled her hair, and pinched her face. He bit her, exposing her beneath the panoramic window, letting the perpetually bright Beijing city watch as he violated her. He was going to kill her right there.

...

That night, Chen Cheng left many marks on Wen Huo. He didn’t use any tools, yet Wen Huo was already bruised all over.

Wen Huo could no longer feel the pleasure of making love. She still climaxed, her body tensed and spasmed, but she wasn’t happy. She didn’t want to hold Chen Cheng, kiss him, or lick him. She no longer found him delicious.

After the storm, Chen Cheng left. She lay on the bathroom floor, gazing at the expensive light fixtures. She examined herself and still decided to leave.

So many things had gone wrong. She had lost everything, both money and dignity. Chen Cheng would no longer trust her. Her acting coy and throwing tantrums would no longer work. She was too immoral; she had played him so hard that he was truly enraged.

She had no right to be angry with Chen Cheng. Whether he brought Han Bailu or not had nothing to do with her. Rationally, she knew she shouldn’t feel wronged, but emotionally, it felt like an immense injustice. Her entire being was a lie; what right did she have to feel wronged?

She had planned to leave anyway. Chen Cheng now knew her secret. After this night, they were like every door in the compound, closing on their own lives. No more meetings, no more interactions.

After coming to this realization, she endured the pain throughout her body and silently put on her clothes.

As she walked barefoot to the living room to get her dress, Chen Cheng, who was smoking, glanced at her.

She said nothing, grabbed her dress, and walked out.

Chen Cheng extinguished his cigarette, walked quickly to her, grabbed her wrist, and raised it: “I didn’t tell you to leave!”

Wen Huo looked up at him, fatigue and resignation etched on her face and in her eyes: “Teacher Chen, I can’t find a reason to stay, and neither can you. I don’t want to come here anymore. I won’t come ever again.”

She said something similar again.

Chen Cheng absolutely wouldn’t allow her to leave like this. He squeezed her face: “Don’t you want to sleep? I’ll sleep with you. I’ll make sure you sleep until you can’t wake up every day, isn’t that good? You’ll never have insomnia again.”

Wen Huo’s face hurt from the squeeze, making her unable to speak.

Chen Cheng seemed to remember something else and said: “Right, you also want money. You signed a contract.”

Wen Huo froze.

The sarcasm in Chen Cheng’s voice overflowed: “If Han Bailu doesn’t give you money, I will!”

Wen Huo’s eyes slowly widened, to the maximum extent her exhausted state allowed.

Chen Cheng knew about her deal with Han Bailu! He even knew she approached him for money!

She felt as if she had encountered a demon, her soul terrified out of her body, only able to stare at him dumbfounded.

This terrifying man, was there anything he didn’t know?

Chen Cheng was very pleased with her expression. He wanted her to know that he knew all the tricks she played.

Wen Huo pulled away from his hand, screaming as if she had nothing left to lose: “You ask me if it was fun? Weren’t you playing games too? You knew exactly why I approached you, and you still took me. You made me play those games with you, you used my inability to refuse you, you utterly humiliated me!”

As she spoke, her face turned crimson. All the suppression of the past few days, all the fluctuating emotional changes of that night, were crushed and melted into water, lubricating her throat, allowing her to vent everything: “Chen Cheng! Who’s more despicable between us?!”

Chen Cheng watched her body sway slightly. Though he was also very angry, he instinctively reached out to steady her.

Wen Huo slapped his hand away: “If none of this had happened, and I had followed Han Bailu’s script to seduce you, and you knew about our deal, you would never have let Han Bailu’s plot succeed. I wouldn’t have earned a single cent, and I would have slept with you for a year for nothing, humiliated by you for a year for nothing!”

How could he be like this?

Wen Huo felt so terrible, as if her liver was aching: “You ask me if I like you, what right do you have to ask that! Do you deserve to?”

Wen Huo clutched her chest, pointing at him: “From now on! I, Wen Huo, don’t want to have anything to do with you anymore! I’m disgusted! I’m disgusted! I utterly hate you! I wish you would die!”

She screamed herself hoarse and ran out of Chen Cheng’s apartment building. She didn’t put on her shoes. She struggled to put on her dress while waiting for the elevator. She couldn’t lift her arms; she couldn’t even put on a dress. She was truly useless.

She felt utterly lost, disappointed, and disheartened, as if she had lost her entire world.

She burst into tears. All the tears she had held back all day came gushing out.

She was a bad person. She calmly accepted Chen Cheng’s anger, but he knew that one of her reasons was her deal with Han Bailu, yet he pretended not to know, accepting her advances, while her plan with Han Bailu would never succeed...

How could he be like this?

If he knew, he should have refused, he should have made it clear! How could he be like this? He said she played him, but wasn’t he doing the same?

Wen Huo was scared. She didn’t want any more involvement with Chen Cheng. She was scared; he was so terrifying. He was inscrutable, in complete control. How could he be so terrifying?

Her tears streamed down like rain. The dress Chen Cheng had torn now received her salty tears; it was truly miserable, just like her.

Chen Cheng wouldn’t let Wen Huo leave. Besides her unstable emotional state, another reason was a WeChat message from Tang Junen informing him that the media was outside. Wen Huo would surely be surrounded and questioned if she went out, so he followed her.

Wen Huo ran fast, already down the elevator and in the lobby.

Chen Cheng followed closely, grabbing her arm before the media reporters could spot her.

Wen Huo struggled, she saw the media. She would rather be trapped by the media than stay in the same space as Chen Cheng.

Chen Cheng was about to lose his temper when Tang Junen appeared just in time. He took Wen Huo from Chen Cheng and told him: “You go deal with the media. She’s with me.”

Chen Cheng was reluctant.

Tang Junen raised his hands: “I promise, I’ll take good care of her for you.”

Chen Cheng saw the media pushing forward, the security guards couldn’t hold them back. Having no other choice, he agreed.

Tang Junen completely disregarded Wen Huo’s desperate resistance and forcibly took her down to the parking lot.

Chen Cheng stayed behind.

To be honest, the aggressive media onslaught was less frightening than Wen Huo’s desperate last words before she left.

She didn’t want anything to do with him anymore.

She wished he would die.