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551: Forbidden Area 551: Forbidden Area Editor: TheSloth Miss Tyrant, carrying her art tube, wandered around San Er’s house for a bit.

After dropping off a few things, she slipped out quietly.

She wore a mischievous smile, like a kid who’d just successfully snatched a watermelon from someone else’s field.

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San Er switched on a wall lamp in the tofu shop’s first-floor living room, gripped a kitchen knife with both hands, and watched the second hand ticking on the clock hanging on the wall.

Her eyelids drooped over and over again; she’d been sleepy for a while now.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door… startled, she realized it was Mr.

Markem returning, and finally relaxed a little.

“Have some water first.” San Er handed Markem a cup of warm water, grabbing a sip herself.

After such a nerve-wracking night, she hadn’t had a drop to drink herself.

“There probably aren’t many people around.

You should be able to rest well for the rest of the night.”

But San Er sat down in worry, still looking anxious.

“I… What should I do?

Should I go straight to the police station tomorrow?”

Almost out of instinct, Kuck always avoided dealing with the authorities.

He replied calmly, “You don’t even know who’s coming after you.

Reporting to the police might not help.”

“Then… what should I do?”

“You go rest first.

I’ll keep watch through the second half of the night.

If anyone comes again, I’ll catch them this time.

When daytime comes, the enemy won’t dare do anything obvious, so at least you’ll have the day to ask around town.” Kuck mused aloud.

San Er nodded, feeling lost and instinctively obeying this powerful man’s words—he really was so strong.

The way he handled those four men with just a stick earlier… it was clear he wasn’t any ordinary man.

San Er quietly slipped into Xiao Zhi’s room, sat on the bed and leaned against it, planning on sleeping here tonight.

Kuck was used to meditating in silence.

Right now, he’d simply moved from one room to the little yard behind the tofu shop—open to the air, in the middle of the night, but the chill didn’t seem to bother him at all.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he still held the stick in his hands.

He closed his eyes, motionless, like a statue.

No one knew how much time passed before Kuck’s eyelids trembled for a brief moment.

He slowly opened his eyes and frowned.

Suddenly, he started to feel uneasy.

…

It was late at night.

Very late.

But icy water traced along her skin, dripping from her cheeks to her collarbone, pausing a moment before continuing down her lifted breasts, then to her belly… that slow, thin trail of cold water made San Er let out a faint, involuntary moan.

She was burning hot, tossing restlessly, so sticky with sweat that even in this weather she’d managed to soak herself… it was her body’s wild agitation.

San Er knew this agitation all too well.

Most of the time, she’d just take a cold shower to calm herself.

Only on rare occasions would she handle it another way—but tonight, there was really only her usual method.

She cursed herself silently, picking this moment of all times… and the heroic back view of Markem chasing off the bad guys kept flashing in her mind during the second half of the night.

She tilted her head back, letting the shower spray her body, feeling that cooling relief, only for it to make her feel even better.

San Er simply pressed her body against the bathroom tiles, then pulled down the showerhead, instinctively aiming the powerful jets of water directly at her chest.

The skin, shocked by the forceful stimulation, broke out in tiny goosebumps.

San Er felt her breath accelerate, and as the shower’s thin, intense streams hit her buds, her body immediately reacted.

She couldn’t remember why she suddenly thought of Canaan, half-awake, half-dreaming.

Sometimes, memories would surface of that priest who’d visited the town long ago and told a story.

There, the land flowed with milk and honey, the promised land, the place of Life…

“Ah… mm…”

La la la long——!

Bang——!

The next “bang” was soft, but loud enough to jolt San Er from her private reverie in the silent night… It was the sound of the outside door bumping shut.

Quiet as it was, she still recognized it.

Instinctively, San Er glanced at the bathroom door.

Through the gap under the door, she saw a pair of feet pausing out there… Her breathing was forced under control, but her heart hammered in her chest.

But those feet, after waiting a moment, turned away, getting ready to leave.

“Don’t go!”

San Er let out a sound almost like a sob, threw the showerhead aside, and grabbed the bathroom door handle.

“Don’t go.”

She knew the person outside was Markem… She had no idea how long she’d hidden away in the bathroom, but all she knew was, she couldn’t control herself anymore.

Both her mind and her body were wildly craving something.

Hearing San Er’s voice, Kuck took a deep breath… he’d been meditating half the night, but still couldn’t cool the heat inside his body, so he’d wanted to wash his face with cold water to clear his head.

“Don’t go.”

The sound of the door opening, and then a sudden force—not much, but enough, like someone lunging… lunging at his back.

That’s how Kuck felt.

San Er’s wet body pressed completely against Kuck’s back; her thin clothes were no protection against the water seeping through.

“Don’t go…”

He heard her moaning voice, felt her fingers tracing over his body… it was as if every finger was searching for something… This kind of searching was a crystal-clear signal for him.

A signal that easily shattered the calm he’d always maintained; his hidden wildness was instantly ignited.

Kuck suddenly started panting, grabbing San Er’s hand tight.

He turned around in the bathroom light, looking at her drenched, flushed, ripe… waiting body.

Kuck exhaled hotly, cupped San Er’s face tight in his hands, and dove for her full lips, devouring them.

Like a duet of wind and rain, their breathing—so different and yet merging into the same rhythm in the narrow hallway—grew stronger and stronger, like a drumbeat intensifying.

Their kissing was crazed and deep; Kuck bent over her, his palms covering San Er’s chest, pinning her against the wall, his lips trailing down to her collarbone and neck.

San Er instinctively began tearing at his clothes, fumbling in her excitement to undo his belt—reaching for the key that could unlock her body’s promised land.

Suddenly.

Kuck roughly spun San Er around, pressed her hard against the wall, grabbed her left hand, drove his hips, and thrust deep into her body.

The moment the forbidden door opened, he and she returned to a primitive state… holding that position, together.

This was a position San Er had never tried before, and never thought she’d fuck a man in a place like this—even inside her own home.

Something she’d never had, but matched her body perfectly—a sensation that made every nerve stretch taut, every feeling amplify.

She was greedy for one more instant of pleasure.

Again and again, she’d already surrendered to his relentless, powerful thrusts.

At last, feeling his burning body pressed against her back, the hot, intense spray bursting inside her, she could only cry out at last.

This was, among all the orgasms she’d ever had, the most mournful sound she’d ever made.

When everything ended, the hallway outside the bathroom fell silent again.

Neither of them said a word.

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