"Sue me? Do you dare, aren't you afraid of ruin and disgrace?"
"And you say I forced you? Who would believe that?
I'm the director, this is my room, everyone else has left, only you stayed behind. Do you think others will believe I assaulted you, or that you willingly climbed into the director's bed?"
Zhuang Xuejun's face turned even paler.
Struggling to escape, however, Huang Wenan pushed her back down again.
He pressed her down firmly on the bed, his leg over her thigh, preventing her from running away.
Then he used his belt to tie her hands together, hoisting them above her head and securing them.
He lay on top of her, his mouth like a sausage descending upon her.
His hands roamed restlessly over her body, tearing off her clothes piece by piece.
No matter how much she begged for mercy, he was deaf to her pleas.
"With your looks, you would've been famous long ago if you'd been willing to sleep your way up. Stop pretending to be so high and mighty.
