Chapter 36.3 - Unwilling (3/4)

Before Song Mo could have any feeling of disgust, repulsion, or heart throbbing, the pleasure washed over him, and anger flared up in a certain part of his body.

But he was only dazed for a split second before turning his head to avoid her, his voice stern and cold. “That’s enough. Let go of me! Shui Xian, I don’t want to do this with you before we officially become husband and wife.”

Tang Huan pinched her thigh, leaned on his shoulder and cried out, “Song Mo, stop lying to me. You don’t want me to kiss you at all. I know everything you just said to me is a lie. You only said that for me to let go of you. But don’t worry, at this point, I fully understand your feelings. If you have to use force to break a melon off the vine, it will not taste sweet. 1 Since you don’t like me and don’t even want to do it with me when I give myself to you, what’s the point of forcing you? Song Mo, I know what I did was wrong. Can you forgive me once? Just pretend this never happened. Please don’t hate me.”

Tears fell from her eyes, drop by drop, onto his body.

She…actually cried?

Song Mo suddenly remembered how calm and composed she had been while teasing him when he was about to chop off her hand, and how arrogant she had been while laughing as she stood on the wall with her hands on her hips. That woman, who seemed to be afraid of nothing in the world, was actually crying?

But then he remembered the timid scene of her lying on the ladder meekly begging for mercy. She was a woman after all.

“I promise you.”

Forget it. She was a widow with no one to depend on. If she let him go and didn’t bother him again in the future, he could forgive her this time.

“Really?” Tang Huan raised her head, her voice pleasantly surprised.

Song Mo’s eyes were still shut. Knowing that she was staring at him, he nodded. “Get up and tidy up yourself, then help me untie the rope on my hands and leave. I will untie the rest by myself. In the future, as long as you stop messing with me, I won’t seek trouble with you. We will only mind our own business.”

“Song Mo, you are such a nice person.”

Tang Huan said to him, then looked at his tightly closed eyes and whispered, “Song Mo, do you simply don’t believe that I really like you? Do you think I’m a loose woman who sleeps with anyone? But do you know that what I have previously told you about remaining chaste for your sake is true? Song Mo, I no longer hold any wishful thinking about you, but I want to prove one thing to you, that is, Shui Xian, I, still have my innocence . No matter how much I go around with those men, I never let them take advantage of me. Song Mo, remember, both my body and heart are yours, and now I’m about to give you my first and last… Whether you hate me or kill me tomorrow, I have to do this, because I don’t want to be misunderstood by you forever.”

Her hand glided across his chest and down, then held him there and gently stroked it.

Song Mo quickly opened his eyes and glared at her, his gaze as sharp as a knife. “I’ll said it one last time: if you don’t want to die, let me go at once!” He couldn’t believe his heart had softened for this woman just now! After all that talk, it still ended up like this! Did she think he was that stupid to believe her?!

“Stop it, you whore!”

Tang Huan was completely unaffected by his rage. She fiddled with his thing with one hand and propped herself up to show him her body with the other. “Song Mo, look here. Except you and my husband on our wedding day, no one had seen here before. Song Mo, did you know? My husband had died before he could take my virginity. After falling in love with you, this is what I’m most grateful about.”

Song Mo had long closed his eyes. He chastised her harshly, “Don’t pretend to be pitiful in front of me. No matter how nice your words are or how genuine your acting is, if you don’t stop, when I regain my freedom, I will definitely seek revenge on you!”

Tang Huan smiled and touched his face. When he avoided her, she leaned on his shoulder and glumly said, “I’m not afraid. Shui Xian is willing to die in your hands. Song Mo, since you don’t like me and I don’t like others either, what’s the point of living alone? Being killed by you is considered a relief to me. Song Mo, I really like you so much…”

The more she kissed him, the more he scolded her. But Tang Huan didn’t care. After feeling sufficiently aroused, she raised her hips, held his thing, and slowly sat down. Including that one time outside the dream, she had done it with him three times before, so she had some experience. This time, Tang Huan carefully took him in. That place was separated and probed. But she was already in pain after only entering a little. Tang Huan hurriedly came to a halt, but instead of leaving, she just stopped there without moving. She sucked in her breath and said, “It’s so painful, Song Mo. Can you feel it? Apart from you, no man has ever touched this place. Song Mo, c-can you make that thing of yours smaller? It’s really painful. I’m scared.”

Song Mo panted even harder than she did, half of it out of rage and helplessness at being forced by her, and the other half out of self-loathing at his uncontrollable body. “Get out! Get out now, or I will definitely kill you!”

“I told you, I am willing to be killed by you.”

Hearing the anger in his tone, Tang Huan completely gave up hope in him cooperating and began to try hard to recall how Lin Peizhi had caressed her here before. She thought of the love-making she did with Song Mo in the previous two dreams. As she remembered their most passionate moment, her tense body gradually relaxed, and that place down there became moister and moister. She continued to sit down, stopping when it hurt and continuing again when it felt better, until a strange pain struck.

She supported herself by resting her hands on his shoulders. “Song Mo, have you touched it? This is proof that I have kept my virginity for you. Once you break it, I will be yours. I know that you are unwilling, but I am very happy. Song Mo, I really like you. I am willing to hurt and bleed for you.” With that, she resisted the pain and sat down without hesitation.

“Ah…”

强扭的瓜不甜: lit. if you have to use force to break a melon off the vine, it won’t taste sweet (because it’s only when the melon is ripe that it can be removed with just a slight twist) (idiom) / fig. if sth is not meant to be, it’s no use trying to force it to happen.