At a crossroad, a driver rolled down his window and yelled at a chubby man who had jaywalked. The man apologized repeatedly as he retreated to a safe spot to wait for the red light. It was Sun Haoran, who had just left Jiang Yun's home. Dazed and distracted, he had somehow found himself at the entrance of Su Qing's residential complex. Sun Haoran touched the ointment in his pocket, his palm already slick with sweat.
He walked to the building where Su Qing lived and stood frozen, staring up at her window. A flood of images rushed through his mind: Teacher Lin's stern demeanor in class, her recent lewd behavior, Wang Kai's questioning, Jiang Yun's contempt, and Su Qing's rejection. Sun Haoran shook his head violently, took a deep breath, and stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for Su Qing's floor.
With a "ding," the elevator doors slid open. Sun Haoran stepped out, his face a mask of inner turmoil. Though his deepest desires had driven him to Su Qing's doorstep, he still couldn't bring himself to make a decision. A sliver of hope lingered in his heart—that he might still have a chance to win Su Qing over. And even if he couldn't… perhaps he would find happiness in seeing his goddess find her own bliss.
I shouldn't be so selfish. Though I genuinely like Su Qing and dislike Jiang Yun, I have to admit Jiang Yun is an outstanding person—someone I both envy and resent. The two of them are deeply in love. Perhaps... I should let go. This might be the best outcome. I'll return the ointment to Wang Kai. At worst, I'll get beaten up, but with my thick skin and sturdy build, I can handle it.
Sun Haoran stopped outside Su Qing's door. Whether it was due to his feelings for her or his own insecurities, he found himself making the decision to give up at the last moment. Though a hint of reluctance lingered in his heart, he was about to turn and leave when he noticed something unusual. Lost in his thoughts earlier, he hadn't paid attention, but now, as he calmed down, he realized Su Qing's front door was wide open. Peering inside, he saw the living room in disarray.
Sun Haoran's heart skipped a beat. Had there been a break-in?
Hesitating for a moment, a worried Sun Haoran gently pushed the door open and stepped inside. As soon as he entered, he spotted three pairs of boys' shoes by the entrance. Puzzled, he walked into the living room and confirmed the mess. Su Qing's home was always clean and tidy—this was clearly abnormal.
Just then, Sun Haoran suddenly heard a woman's cry and the laughter of several men. His heart tightened, and he hurried toward the source of the sound. Arriving at the door of Su Qing's bedroom, which was slightly ajar, he gently pushed it open and looked inside. What he saw made his blood boil.
His goddess, Su Qing, was surrounded by three boys. Two of them were pinning down her arms and legs, while the one in front was thrusting what appeared to be a vibrator back and forth. Su Qing twisted her delicate body, struggling to break free, but the other two held her firmly in place, leaving her no choice but to let out helpless, panting moans.
"Mmm... Hnng... Let... mmm... go... ah..."
"Hehehe, just relax. In a moment, you'll see how good this thing feels—guaranteed to send you to heaven!"
"Mmm... I... don't want... mmm..."
"Let her go!!!"
Sun Haoran roared as he burst through the door. Everyone in the room was startled. The chubby boy and the skinny one sprang to their feet. Su Qing, whose view was blocked, couldn't see who had entered at first. The voice sounded familiar, but Sun Haoran had never shouted like this in front of her before, and in his agitated state, his voice was hoarse. She didn't immediately recognize it as him.
In contrast, Luo Qiang had the mildest reaction, but in his shock, his hand holding the vibrator involuntarily pressed down, driving the device deep into Su Qing's pussy. Freed from the others' restraint, Su Qing tried to rise and resist, but the sudden, intense stimulation made her gasp for air, nearly causing her to faint on the spot. Then, under the vibrator's stimulation, she couldn't hold back and let out an alluring moan.
"Hah... mmm... hnng..."
The sound of her moan sent a ripple through everyone in the room, slightly easing the tense atmosphere. Su Qing caught her breath, her face flushed crimson as she scrambled backward a few steps. As the vibrator slipped out of her pussy, it dragged along a string of sticky fluid—a mix of her arousal and semen—stretching long and unbroken, as if reluctant to part from her intimate area.
But Su Qing couldn't bother with these messy matters right now. After stepping back a few paces and no longer blocked by the people around her, she finally saw clearly who had arrived. She couldn't help but cover her mouth in surprise:
"Hao... Haoran!"
"Su Qing... what... what is this... how...?"
"I... I..."
Su Qing was too flustered to find the right words. Being caught by Sun Haoran right after being gang-raped filled her with overwhelming shame and anger. With her vulnerabilities and her younger brother held in the grip of those men, she had no idea how to explain the situation to Sun Haoran.
Luo Qiang and his companions were also sizing up Sun Haoran. When they heard Su Qing call out the name "Haoran," they immediately understood. Su Lang had already spilled all the details about his sister, and Sun Haoran—the honest, simple-minded backup pursuer—had naturally been exposed by Su Lang as well. Realizing this guy was just a chubby, nerdy loser, they breathed a sigh of relief. Someone like this could easily be scared off with a little intimidation. Luo Qiang's expression instantly turned cold as he snapped:
"Damn it, how dare you mess with my business? Get the hell out of here now!"
"Yeah, stop standing around like an idiot. Beat it!"
"Get lost!"
Following their leader Luo Qiang's lead, the chubby guy and the skinny monkey chimed in with threats. The skinny monkey even stepped forward and shoved Sun Haoran. Though Sun Haoran was much taller and stronger than the skinny monkey, he felt a bit intimidated in the moment. Seeing Sun Haoran's reaction, Luo Qiang knew his guess was right and relaxed. He turned back to Su Qing, who was cowering nearby, and sneered lecherously:
"Heh heh, you little tease, let's keep playing!"
"N-no... Haoran, save me!"
Just as the skinny monkey was shoving Sun Haoran toward the door, that cry for help made Sun Haoran's body instantly stiffen. The skinny monkey's push didn't budge him at all; instead, the skinny monkey stumbled and fell to the ground. Hearing his companions laugh behind him, the skinny monkey's face flushed red with embarrassment. He scrambled to his feet and charged at Sun Haoran, ready to slap him to show him who was boss.
But as soon as he raised his hand, Sun Haoran grabbed him by the neck. The next thing he knew, the world spun around him, and he landed on the floor with a loud thud. The skinny monkey lay on the ground, howling in pain. The sudden turn of events stunned everyone in the room.
Luo Qiang was caught off guard. He shot a glance at the chubby guy beside him, who then charged forward with a fierce expression. But this chubby guy was no match for Sun Haoran's size. With one kick, Sun Haoran sent him tumbling to the ground, where he too lay groaning in pain.
"I suggest you mind your own business. Leave now, and I'll act like nothing happened."
"Get out!!!"
Sun Haoran's eyes were bloodshot, and his roar sent a shiver down Luo Qiang's spine. Luo Qiang gritted his teeth, but after taking in Sun Haoran's imposing build and his two moaning companions, he let out two heavy breaths. He got up and helped his two friends, preparing to leave.
Su Qing stood frozen in place, stunned by Sun Haoran's sudden display of power. Her previous impression of him had been of a timid, somewhat weak guy who would blush after just a few words. She never expected him to be so domineering when provoked.
Watching Luo Qiang and his gang get driven off, Su Qing felt immensely grateful to Sun Haoran. But then she suddenly remembered they still had compromising material on her and hurriedly cried out:
"Ha... Haoran, his phone has... has those photos of me..."
Hearing this, Sun Haoran followed Su Qing's pointing finger and spotted the phone in Luo Qiang's hand. He immediately blocked the three from leaving and demanded:
"Hand over the phone!"
"Damn fatty, don't push your luck!" Luo Qiang shouted, furious.
The chubby guy beside him felt indirectly insulted but knew it wasn't the time for jokes—especially since the spot where he'd been kicked still hurt.
"No negotiations. Hand it over!"
"You think I'm scared of you? Let's take him down!"
"Got it," Luo Qiang said, already delivering a swift kick. Sun Haoran, caught off guard, stumbled back several steps. Instead of pressing his advantage, Luo Qiang grabbed his two companions and bolted outside. Sun Haoran charged after them like an enraged beast, catching up with the slower trio. The four quickly tangled in a messy brawl. Seeing Sun Haoran was not to be trifled with, Luo Qiang snatched a liquor bottle from a nearby table and smashed it over his head.
With a loud crack, the bottle shattered into pieces. Sun Haoran turned, glaring furiously at Luo Qiang, blood streaming down his forehead and distorting his face into a terrifying mask. Luo Qiang felt a chill under that menacing gaze. Sun Haoran seized Luo Qiang's hand, trying to snatch the phone. Luo Qiang struggled and pulled back, only to be grabbed by the collar and hoisted into the air.
Gasping for breath and unnerved by Sun Haoran's blood-streaked face, Luo Qiang hastily handed over the phone in surrender. Sun Haoran snatched it and released him. Luo Qiang collapsed to the floor, panting, feeling as if he had just escaped suffocation. Meanwhile, Sun Haoran turned and headed toward Su Qing's bedroom.
Just then, the phone suddenly emitted sounds—perhaps it had been accidentally activated during the scuffle. A video began to play. Sun Haoran lifted the device and glanced at the screen. That single glance awakened the demon within him.
"Hah... Xiao Qing... I... I'm about to come..."
"Mmm... Just inside... I'm safe today... Mhm..."
"Xiao Qing... I love you... Ah!"
"Mmm... Jiang Yun, I love you too... Mhm... Mhm..."
Watching the scene unfold and hearing the moans of his goddess, Su Qing, Sun Haoran felt no desire—only a surge of fury. Calmly, he turned off the phone and slipped it into his pocket, though his trembling body betrayed his inner turmoil. He roared inwardly at himself:
("You idiot! You're here fighting tooth and nail for her, and what does she give you? At most, a thank you, before she runs back into Jiang Yun's arms! No matter what you do, you're just her backup plan. Wake up! A fat, ugly loser like you—how could she ever look your way? Stop dreaming! You don't stand a chance!")
Luo Qiang and his crew noticed Sun Haoran frozen in place. A quick glance revealed his expression had grown even more twisted and terrifying than before. Abandoning any thought of a sneak attack, Luo Qiang, supported by his underlings, prepared to leave. Just then, Sun Haoran looked up and murmured as if in a trance:
"No... Isn't this my chance?... Wang Kai was right. I really am unwilling. This is my opportunity..."
Hearing Sun Haoran's sudden muttering, Luo Qiang and the others glanced back. Sun Haoran lifted his head and grinned at them, but the blood-smeared smile only made him more horrifying. As they turned to flee, Sun Haoran called out softly:
"Wait! I'm coming with you!"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Let's talk outside!"
With that, Sun Haoran suddenly rushed toward them. They flinched, bracing for an attack, but he merely brushed past, kicking the wall and the door a few times along the way. Bewildered, they wondered if he had lost his mind.
Exchanging uncertain looks, they followed him out.
In the bedroom, Su Qing, feeling too embarrassed to go out completely naked, could only listen anxiously to the scuffling sounds outside. Then, she heard a loud "bang," like the sound of a bottle shattering, followed by an eerie silence in the living room. Panicked, Su Qing grabbed a nearby bedsheet and hurried out, only to find the living room empty. The floor was littered with broken glass and... a trail of blood leading from the living room to the front door.
Su Qing's vision darkened—something terrible had indeed happened. Who had been struck by the bottle? Was it Sun Haoran? Or one of the thugs? Why was everyone gone? Had they chased each other outside? No one could give her answers. Stunned and at a loss in the living room, she considered calling the police upon seeing the blood, but if she did... her own secrets would be exposed.
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