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The Spoiled Girl - Chapter 787

Published at 16th of November 2022 06:51:43 AM


Chapter 787: Karma Is A Bitch

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Poppi's eyes widened unconsciously, as she realized that those were the people who had come after her! She would rather be taken back by them than suffer being insulted by this obscene man!

Thinking of this, she began to shout out loud for help. But her mouth was suddenly covered by the pudgy hand of the middle-aged man behind her!

"Uh-huh (help)!" Poppi was unable to speak. Seeing the men leaving, she gathered all her strength and bit fiercely into her assailant's hand!

With his hand in agony as her teeth sank into his flesh, the man loosened his hand from her mouth immediately. She had drawn blood, and his hand showed evidence of her mastication. Bursting into a blind rage at the injury, the man slapped Poppi repeatedly. Before she knew it, she had been struck several times!

"Clap, clap, clap!"

Poppi was beaten senseless. Both sides of her face were swollen, and her ears were ringing. Dizzily, she fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man cursed savagely in a low voice. He quickly dragged Poppi further down the woods, and wrapped his arm around her throat so tightly that she could not even utter a sound. Once the men nearby had left, he began to tear off her clothes eagerly!

As if he were a tiger ripping at her clothes, they soon became rags and Poppi was left naked and defenseless. She tried hard to fight back against him, but he quickly overpowered her, as she didn't have the strength to oppose him. There was nothing left to do but cry and scream for help, "Get away from me! Go away! Don't touch me! Do you want to die? Don't you know that I can have all of your family members killed!"

"What a hot and spicy little girl!" The man rubbed his face hard on her skin, and his eyes were full of lust, "You'd better worry about whether you will be fucked to death by me or not! This is the time when you should be begging me for mercy!"

"Go away... Aha! It hurts!"

"You're still a virgin! Ha-ha-ha! Don't worry little girl. Just pretend that I'm your uncle, and I will take good care of you!"

"No, no! Don't touch me... My family has a lot of money, and I can give you as much as you want if you let me go... Ah!"

"Oh! How could money match up to such beauty as you? Enjoy it! I am sure you will not do it again without me after today!"

Poppi's cries and begging for mercy intertwined with the fiend's gruff gasps, which lasted for a long time...

Looking up at the man pressing down on her, his body moving up and down, Poppi's eyes were soon swollen and red with tears. But by the time he had finished, her tears had dried away, and her eyes blazed with hatred!

This was her first time, and she had yearned to give this first time

ity.

Tyron was suddenly jealous of the bird for being gazed upon so carefully by her; whereas, what he had gotten from her was only politeness and alienation.

"Miss Bai." The bird was frightened away by the sound of his voice.

Emily looked back and seeing his face smiled politely. "Oh, it's you, Doctor Fang! Thank you for... What happened yesterday..."

Having said this, she was a little uneasy when she thought again of the embarrassing situation which he had seen her in yesterday.

Seeing her expression, Tyron naturally guessed at what she was thinking about. With a consoling expression he said, "Miss Bai, you don't have to feel embarrassed. In my eyes, you are only a patient. For me, there is no distinction between men and women. It is nothing to be ashamed of."

Emily thought about it for a while and felt it a reasonable assurance. As a doctor, Tyron had seen so much of the human body. How could he think of it any other way? Thinking of this, Emily felt better and could relax.

But what she couldn't know, and couldn't even guess at, was that the clinical and abstinent Doctor Fang was not nearly as calm as he pretended. He couldn't help but recall the hint of her semi-nude beauty on that day, and the pale gleam of her ivory white skin.

Though she had not been overexposed. The image of her body shape haunted him. The sight of just an exquisite clavicle and white skin had fired his imagination, making him unable to forget by torturing him with flashed images of her shape.

Even last night, he had dreamed about Emily. In his dream, they threw themselves into bed, and kissed fiercely, forgetting who they were and everything around them. There were no fears, only their reflection in each other's eyes...

But the reality was always the opposite.




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