Preface
Claire Smith sat motionless inside the tassel curtain, listening attentively as her worth was being raised outside the door time after time.
"400 thousand dollars!” Finally, a voice rang out, and the room fell silent.
The procuress’s laughter followed, announcing the successful transaction with delight.
Claire Smith now knew her price. 400 thousand dollars, her virginity sold for such a tidy sum.
This outcome was not something she couldn’t accept. She was a beautiful girl facing a dead-end, and there were many others with the same fate as hers.
However, when the door was pushed open, she realized her palms were still sweaty, and her lips couldn’t stop trembling.
“You’re Claire Smith, right?” Before she could even see the man’s face, he stood before her, lifting her chin. His eyes seemed to measure her up and down like a ruler.
Claire Smith replied, “Yes,” raising her eyes at the same time. Her eyes were as dark and deep as the night.
The man nodded and spoke, “Indeed, you are worth this price. It’s been a while since the four of us encountered such an exceptional girl.”
Claire Smith was startled and repeated, “Four?” Her eyes were instantly covered by a black silk cloth held by the man.
At that moment, three other men entered the room from outside, tall and handsome, without a trace of lewdness.
Claire Smith was surrounded by darkness, hearing the faint footsteps around her. She involuntarily curled up, her face pallid, and her pointed chin looking even more pitiful.
The four men remained silent. One of them used a fan to lift Claire Smith’s garments and touched her full and firm breasts.
“Indeed, you′re pretty,” the man whispered, extending his hands and tearing off her upper garment. He gently rubbed the fan handle against her nipples. “Never experienced sex, yet so ample.”
A tingling sensation surged in her heart. Claire Smith opened her mouth, then quickly bit her lower lip to suppress any moans.
The man chuckled softly, bent down, and took one of her nipples into her mouth. At first, he teased it with their tongue, but when Claire Smith couldn’t hold back any longer, he bit down fiercely, almost drawing blood.
Claire Smith gasped in fear, but her skirt was lifted by another man, and her underwear was pulled down as two fingers entered her front hole.
“It’s inevitable to experience some hardship when you’re tight and wet.” That man below shook his head, adopting a tone of pity and cherishing beauty. He seized his swollen cock, thrusting into her front hole with no mercy, penetrating her tight flower entrance like a ruthless sword.
Claire Smith took a sharp breath as both pain and anguish overwhelmed her, constricting her breathing. She drifted in and out of consciousness within the surrounding darkness, her chest drenched in sweat.
To her, it seemed as if she were a pear covered in morning dew, pure yet wicked. The wetness ignited the sexual desire of the other two men present.
“You’d better find another place to provide me with convenience,” one of them spoke, his voice lazy but impatient.
The man under her skirt sneered, holding her and sitting her on a bench. He forced her legs apart, and his cock mercilessly thrust deep into her front hole.
Claire Smith struggled to breathe, involuntarily digging her nails into the flesh of the man in front of her. The pain was unbearable, and she couldn’t even shout. She thought this must be the greatest agony in the world.
Blood soaked the bench, her virgin blood staining it, making it look particularly sinister and wicked in the current scene.
The man behind her lifted the back of her skirt, lifting it high, and slowly pushed a finger into her back hole, coated with her virgin blood.
Claire Smith let out a piercing scream, a wail of despair as she struggled with all her might, like a startled bird plummeting to the ground. But her struggles only resulted in a more merciless penetration from the man. The long cock pierced her back hole, with only a thin layer of flesh separating it from another cock inside her front hole. They moved in perfect rhythm of entry and exit, as if echoing each other.
Claire Smith lowered her head, lacking the strength to scream. Instead, she took deep breaths, trying to endure the pain with the help of her breathing.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. She felt hazy, something being forced into her mouth, going in and out endlessly. At last, a salty and fishy flavor gushed out, drenching her mouth.
After that, the cycle repeated. The four men took turns in different positions, repeating the same actions of penetration and grasping her waist, as if they wanted to break her in two.
Throughout the ordeal, she didn’t feel any pleasure. No, all she felt was an endless and excruciating pain.
That night, she felt herself grow rapidly. From fear to desolation, all her hopes were shattered. In the end, she was no longer afraid.
When the four men finally left, she even tore off the black cloth covering her eyes. She lifted her head and carefully examined each one of them in the pool of blood.
At that moment, her eyes shimmered with clarity, a burning flame deep within her heart, resolute and sharp.
“I can’t die, no matter what, I can’t die,” she commanded herself, clutching her trembling palm. “I’m still young, I haven’t lived a good life yet, I can’t just die like this.”
Her resolute nature, honed from years of enduring her stepmother’s protection for her younger brother, resurfaced.
“I can’t die, no matter what,” she repeated. Seven days later, her fever still unrelenting, she was eventually wrapped in a cold mat by the procuress and thrown onto a desolate burial ground. But even then, she continued to command herself, her two eyes exposed outside the mat flashing with a mournful yet intense light.
A pair of feet stopped in front of her, belonging to a woman. She wore thick-soled deer suede boots, with green leaves embroidered on their uppers.
Claire Smith looked up and saw a red umbrella, with a large red oil-paper umbrella surface and a bamboo handle, a strange and enchanting sight.
Snow fell gently from the umbrella, shimmering in the snow’s reflection. The woman under the red umbrella was even more alluring, a captivating presence among captivating moments.
Claire Smith’s vision blurred, wanting to speak but feeling disoriented, not able to utter a single word.
The woman squatted down and caressed her face. Her hand was smooth and tender, as if petals brushing past.
“I know you want me to save you,” the woman spoke, her voice gentle and enchanting, captivating the soul. “Rest assured, I will save you. You shouldn’t die like this, wasting away this beautiful body of yours.”
Claire Smith blinked, feeling an infinite weariness, and finally fell asleep.
In her hazy consciousness, she felt someone warming her body, gentle and warm hands pushing against her body. Eventually, the hands paused at her most intimate part, teasing and kneading, causing her to moan even in her dreams.
Claire Smith woke up, feeling intense wetness below, a flame igniting within her body.
The person’s movements became even faster, firmly pressing against her core while one hand pressed against her nipple, gently stroking and caressing in rhythm.
Claire Smith whimpered, feeling a fire rise within her, consuming her body and mind, yet at the same time, it brought her immense pleasure.
Her love fluids flowed uncontrollably from her front hole, and she arched her body, experiencing a tightening sensation for the first time, reaching a climax.
She turned her head and saw a slender man by her side, his head lowered, his features delicate.
As she regained her senses, the man bowed and retreated, almost without making a sound, only the faint rustling of his white robe brushing against the ground.
There was no one else in the room. Claire Smith struggled to sit up and surveyed her surroundings. She found herself lying naked on a soft bed, covered with white fur. In the center of the room, a brazier burned brightly.
Apart from that, the only decoration in the room was an oil-paper umbrella.
A red umbrella with a green bamboo handle. It leaned against the wall at an angle, its colors intense and strange, radiating an indescribable charm and story.
