Foreign wife and Asian b*g d*** man — 5

　　When Hill woke up again, his poor anus was finally freed. His entire body ached as if broken and reconnected, and his swollen, red eyes could only barely open.

　　Damn it… damn it all…

　　He was alone on the small wooden bed. The dusty basement was quiet and dark, without a trace of his previous madness.

　　Hill lay quietly on the bed, his mind consumed by negative emotions—hatred, disgust, resentment, and even intense vengefulness surged within him. Finally, he took a deep breath, using his benevolent therapy to painfully and helplessly relax. He could only pretend, as before, that this hadn’t happened, that it was just a nightmare.

　　However, as he limped out of the basement, in the bright sunlight on the green grass, he saw that tall, familiar figure again.

　　Oh…no…

　　All his self-help methods crumbled in an instant. Although he was a bestselling author of psychology books, solving psychological problems for countless patients, when it came to himself, he hated this damned fate just like those ordinary people.

　　The man, his muscular upper body bare, was weeding the grass. His bronze skin gleamed in the sunlight. Not far away, his daughter and nanny were playing with their golden retriever. Sophie was grooming the dog while staring at the man, mesmerized.

　　The scene before him was harmonious and warm, if only Hill’s buttocks hadn’t felt like they were splitting open.

　　Oh…God…that bastard is still here!!!

　　Hill was in pain, anger, and fear. He wanted to call the police, to arrest this scoundrel, to put this damned man in jail. But he dared not…

　　He was a local celebrity, a well-known bestselling author. If others knew he had been raped, and by an Asian homeless man no less, his reputation and future would be ruined.

　　Hill lowered his head in anguish, unaware that the beast had already spotted him and was slowly approaching.

　　A familiar scent mingled with sweat wafted over, and Hill looked up in alarm. Against the light, a tall, burly man stared at him with an inscrutable expression. “Awake?” he said in a low voice in a language Hill couldn’t understand. Hill didn’t understand, and he didn’t want to.

　　He took a few steps back, forcing himself to remain calm as he looked at the man.

　　He knew these kinds of people were perverts, forcing others into sexual relations either to get revenge or to demonstrate their power through sex.

　　Perhaps having sex with a pure American was a very satisfying thing for a man.

　　Hill analyzed the man’s psychology, pondering how to deal with this kind of personality, but his books only offered unconditional forgiveness, without resistance or revenge.

　　For the first time, Hill felt his books were utterly inapplicable!

　　Then, the man reached out, his large hand touching his cheek. Hill shuddered and awkwardly pulled away.

　　The man’s eyes darkened, and he suddenly gripped Hill’s wrist. Hill struggled in shock, but the man’s grip was strong; his iron fingers seemed to crush his bones.

　　“No…you…you let me go…” Hill cried out in pain.

　　Their struggle attracted the attention of the nanny not far away.

　　“Oh! Mr. Edward, what happened? Are you alright?”

　　Hill’s face paled, and he hurriedly replied, “Um…I’m fine, Sophie…” He then struggled even more awkwardly to break free, but the man stubbornly held him, uttering a broken English sentence after a long while, “Have you forgotten what I said?”

　　Hill knew it was a threat, that vulgar and disgusting threat.

　　Hill’s eyes welled up with tears. This psychiatrist, who was all-powerful in novels, was powerless against an Asian homeless man in real life.

　　The man released him and slowly walked to the open space behind the villa.

　　Hill followed him like a walking corpse until the Asian beast grabbed him again. The man’s sweaty, hard chest muscles pressed against his chest, making it hard for him to breathe, and the burning skin almost burned his body.

　　“You…you let go…”

　　“You ungrateful bitch.” The man lewdly grabbed his buttocks, the swollen, fleshy buttocks trembling nervously, as soft and elastic as bread in the man’s palm.

　　After a few slaps, tears welled up in Hill’s eyes again. He shook his head, crying, and the man pulled down his pants. Exposing the fat buttocks covered in handprints to the air, the man then began to slap him hard, as if punishing him.

　　“Ah…no…please…don’t…” Hill cried and begged, the crisp, loud slaps easily attracting the attention of the nanny and daughter in front of the villa.

　　The man, however, slapped him even more viciously, his rough hands abusing the fat buttocks in various ways, making them tremble from side to side, the flesh swollen, even the semen ejaculated inside him spurting out from between the buttocks, before the man finally let him go.

　　Hill, drenched in cold sweat from the ordeal, knelt on the ground, sobbing, his large buttocks trembling uncontrollably, a thin trickle of semen still seeping from his damp anus.

　　The man, utterly captivated by the sight of his semen-covered buttocks, his previous anger vanished, and he bent down to pick him up. The poor, stubborn American Cream still struggled, but was forcefully pressed against the man’s chest.

　　The man lowered his head and kissed his sweaty cheek. Hill closed his eyes, weeping, no longer daring to flinch.

　　The man smiled, kissed his cheek a few times, and then went to kiss his lips. Hill didn’t want the man to succeed, but the back of his head was held down by the man, leaving him no room to turn, unable to escape the man’s forceful kiss.

　　The man’s tongue invaded his mouth roughly, its large tongue teasing his mucous membranes and his own tongue, then thrusting into his throat, erotically licking the base of his tongue.

　　”Waaah…” Hill struggled desperately, but his 1.75-meter frame was held captive by the tall man, forced to tilt his head back, letting the man’s large tongue churn and ravage his mouth, reveling in its pleasure.

　　Tears streamed down Hill’s face as he cried as the man forcefully kissed him, cried as his tongue intertwined with the man’s, cried as he swallowed the man’s saliva. The man even grabbed his buttocks, lewdly rubbing and caressing them.

　　His large buttocks trembled wildly in the man’s hands, as the man erotically slapped them, kneading his plump buttocks like he was playing with a woman’s breasts.

　　Hill was rubbed until his whole body went limp, his ego and self-esteem completely collapsing. Just then, his daughter’s sweet, innocent voice rang out not far away.

　　”Daddy…Daddy, where are you?”

　　Oh…no…my Ciri…

　　If someone sees…if Ciri sees…

　　”Let me go…please…please let me go…” Hill began to struggle violently, trying to pry the man’s hands off, trying to pull up his pants, but his body was still held captive by the man’s iron-like arms.

　　“No…please…I beg you…” Hill pleaded, crying, his expression panicked and desperate, his sapphire blue eyes filled with cowardice and helplessness.

　　The man was amused by his gaze and abruptly released him, watching the pretty bitch hurriedly put on his pants. Just as he was fastening his belt, Little Ciri and Ella appeared.

　　“Daddy, Daddy, why are you hiding here?” little Ciri asked him in her clear, cheerful voice.

　　Ella also circled around Hill, cuddling affectionately, and of course, she didn’t hold back her enthusiasm for the culprit who had run over her front paw, even placing both paws on the man.

　　The man didn’t like dogs; compared to real dogs with their full fur, he seemed to prefer the fair, plump American dog.

　　And the plump American dog in his eyes was wiping away tears, speaking to his daughter in English that he couldn’t understand.

　　As he approached, his American dog trembled slightly, looking at him with fear, his eyes glistening with alluring tears again.

　　The man didn’t scare him; instead, he squatted down and stroked little Ciri’s head. The girl was still quite resistant to him, pouting as she looked at the bad guy who had run over Ella.

　　The man smiled and suddenly said in English, “I can work here as an apology until you forgive me.”

　　The strange grammar and non-standard words made little Ciri not understand, but Hill roughly understood. His face turned pale, as if he were looking at a living demon.

　　The demon stood up, staring directly at Hill, and said in Chinese, word by word, “I will completely conquer you, both your body and your soul.”

　　Hill couldn’t understand, but it sounded like the demon was chanting a spell, some obscene and vulgar incantation.

　　He stammered, “I can give you money… please stop bothering me and…”

　　The man’s gaze darkened, and Hill shut his mouth in fear, desperately taking deep breaths to control his terror.

　　God… God… what should I do… please, God, save your people… oh… God… Athena((Goddess known for her intellect, she was often depicted in armor, symbolizing disciplined, just defense))… please save me…