Counterfeit Hero

"No!... Ah!... No! I beg you, please wake up!"

Bonnie's tears and pleas received no response.

Tian Xingjian had completely lost his sanity. He tore at his own clothes maniacally. His ears could hear nothing at all; his eyes were inflamed with lust, and his consciousness was even less clear than a beast's. At this moment, his actions were entirely driven by animal instinct. The world in his view consisted of only this woman, and only thoughts of pouncing on her occupied his mind.

The intoxicating fragrance from the woman was like an aphrodisiac, making Tian Xingjian even more crazed. He bent down and clamped his mouth around that rosy spot on the woman's tender, squirming body.

The electric sensation on her chest made Bonnie feel as if struck by lightning. Her frantically struggling body seemed to have all its strength and bones drawn out, making her collapse in an instant. A blush spread from her ears to her cheeks, and then to her neck, sweeping across her snowy-white body. Her crystalline jade-like body began to tremble violently. An indescribable feeling left her mind completely blank.

Fatty greedily sucked, like a starving infant. While sucking, one hand reached out, seizing Bonnie's other trembling, firm breast.

This suck made Bonnie's body taut like a tightly strung chord, her slender legs stretched straight out. Pain brought her sharply to her senses, and she cried out trembling, "It hurts!" She bent her knees, trying hard to push Tian Xingjian away with her knee.

Tian Xingjian, lost in madness, couldn't be shoved away by Bonnie. He instinctively used a Tai Chi move, his hand maneuvering to accurately strike the sensitive nerve in Bonnie's thigh.

As Bonnie's leg went numb and parted involuntarily, Tian Xingjian thrust forward and entered deeply.

Blood stained and scattered.

The virgin Bonnie couldn't withstand such a fierce assault. In pain, she gasped sharply, her body arching into a bow. Her bright eyes brimmed with tears again, her hands grabbed Tian Xingjian's shoulders, her slender fingers digging bloody marks into his back.

Fatty seemed unaware; he held Bonnie's soft buttocks and thrust forward wave after wave, like a tempest hitting the shore, relentless and endless. Exhausted, Bonnie had no strength left to resist. Her entire being was like a small boat in a raging sea, tossed up to the sky one moment and plunged into the depths the next.

The narrow cabin bed trembled in the storm, and low moans sounded like a pipa being plucked, or like a fountain hitting rocks, rising and falling with a trembling echo, like crying and pleading. Bonnie's pure white body clung tightly to Tian Xingjian's, the two becoming one in their intense conflict, indistinguishable from one another.

Time ticked by second by second, who knows how long it had been. Bonnie gradually awoke from fainting, her face still flushed, and her body weak, as if paralyzed, with no strength at all. Turning her head, she saw that the brutish Fatty had fallen into a peaceful sleep, like a baby dreaming, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Grinding her teeth, Bonnie pushed the Fatty who had violated her off, and sat up. The pain from below made her tears gush from her eyes. It was unclear if she was heartbroken, angry, ashamed, or numb. Her mind was blank.

She slowly moved off the bed, dazedly put on Tian Xingjian's coat to cover her body. Sitting at the edge of the bed for a while, everything in front of her reminded her that this wasn't a dream. She had indeed been raped by that Fatty.

Gazalin was a country allowing polygamy, yet it demanded far more fidelity from women than the monogamous Federation countries. From childhood, Bonnie was taught to be faithful to one husband, who was considered every wife's sky! Choosing a husband she loved was Bonnie's purest dream, but this incident was like the sky falling for her.

Grinding her teeth, she pulled out the fighting dagger from Tian Xingjian's special combat suit, staring fixedly at his throat. One thrust could kill this man in his sleep.

Slowly, she reached out her hand, but after a long time... ultimately hesitated.

If it were the old Bonnie, Fatty would already be a dead man by now.

But now, apart from her eyes flashing, cheeks blushing, and biting her lips, the fighting dagger in her hand trembled and moved further away from Fatty's throat.

Living in this ancient underground warship for nearly two months, Bonnie wasn't sure why she had gradually gotten used to this life of captivity. Except for not being able to touch the Mecha and weapons, Fatty didn't restrict her in any other way.

In a way, this may have been the most peaceful, happiest period in Bonnie's life.

In a closed environment, without power, without the Mecha, without war, without the Gazalin Nobles Circle's scheming, she was just a vulnerable woman.

No one would ever believe that the proud, always high-above Bonnie would dream of becoming such a woman.