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Wang Xiao\'s manhood stood tall and rigid, evidence of his intense arousal, while Luna, adorned with bite marks on her neck and even her face, bore marks all over.

In that moment, it dawned on her that the power of her breast milk held an strange influence over Wang Xiao, surpassing her initial expectations.

With a delicate balance, she planted one hand on the nearby surface for support. With her other hand, she ventured towards her breast, scooping up a measure of the creamy milky liquid. As her body shivered with anticipation, her hand made its way towards her most intimate area, gently exploring herself.

Squish...

Her hand glided sensually across her heated folds, spreading the milk on her quivering entrance, as if coaxing it for Wang Xiao. Her fingers danced provocatively, teasingly moving.

"Come on, my prince... Claim it as yours! Hit me even harder!" she lustfully declared.

"You\'ll regret it," Wang Xiao whispered, but he couldn\'t deny his growing desire for her untamed madness today.

His pulsating manhood eagerly pressed against her dripping entrance, ripe with anticipation.

He trailed it along her slick folds, teasingly brushing against her, until he forcefully thrust inside her.

"Mngh!" Luna\'s eyes brimmed with tears as pleasure mingled with pain.

She knew her provocative words might have unforeseen consequences, but she couldn\'t resist the thrill of it!

Pak! Pak! Pak!

Wang Xiao firmly grasped her waist, relentless in his pounding, driving his throbbing member deep inside her.

The sound of their flesh colliding reverberated through the entire house, like a relentless piston of pleasure.

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In the shadowed embrace of the villa, a structure that whispered tales of medieval grandeur with its towering spires and stone walls cloaked in ivy, Anran found a moment of modern solace.

She sprawled across a plush bean bag chair, an island of comfort in the vast sea of her living room.

The glow of the television cast flickering lights and shadows across her face, illuminating her in a dance of colors as she lazily reached for another grape.

The grapes, a vibrant burst of natural sweetness, were a far cry from her usual snack of choice.

She could almost hear the crinkle of a chip packet, feel its salty crunch between her teeth, but Wang Xiao\'s \'not-so-gentle\' insistence on healthier choices echoed in her mind.

The slight bulge of her stomach, a tender reminder of the new life she were soon to welcome, made her smile even as she sighed for the junk food she missed.

Night had wrapped its velvet cloak around the villa, and the only sounds were the low murmurs of the TV and the occasional creak of the ancient house settling.

Anran\'s ears perked up at the sound of footsteps descending the staircase. She turned, a lazy eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"Hm? Are they finally done?" she mused to herself, a soft murmur lost in the spacious room.

Wang Xiao appeared at the foot of the stairs, draped in a bathrobe that hung loosely around his frame.

The early morning had been filled with sounds that drifted down from the upper floors, sounds of moans and movement that had ceased only moments ago.

Anran watched him approach, a mix of amusement and affection in her gaze.

Wang Xiao\'s frown deepened as he took in the sight of her, lounging with an air of contentment he found both endearing and slightly frustrating. "Why are you sitting around all day? Don\'t you have any work?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of annoyance masked by mock sternness.

Anran lifted her gaze, locking eyes with him, and casually shrugged as if she had a response at the ready. "I\'ve already washed the dishes, prepared the food, cleaned the whole house," she declared, her voice laced with a hint of pride.

Wang Xiao\'s lips twitched, a subtle sign of his frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "Don\'t you despise this loathsome and monotonous existence?"

Anran\'s response was animated, her words punctuated by gestures that filled the air with her energy. "I think this life is rather splendid. Just a few hours of work, then leisure as far as the eye can see. Two hours for cooking, two for cleaning, two for miscellaneous tasks... that\'s merely six hours in total!" With a grin stretching from ear to ear, she sprawled out like a contented sloth.

As she smiled, revealing a row of gleaming teeth, there was a hint of defiance in her eyes.

However, it was also a sign that she always showed before she knew he would beat the crap out of her afterward

Yet, It was her way of saying she was ready and didn\'t fear it!

\'This woman...\'

\'Such a unhelpful mindset.\'

\'She needs fixing.\'

In a sudden burst of action, Wang Xiao scooped her up as effortlessly as one would lift a cat, hoisting her into the air. "If you have so much time to spare, then go outside and find something productive to do. Starting today, you\'ll be responsible for paying rent."

"What!? But why?" Anran\'s gaze bore into him, a mixture of indignation and disbelief.

Of all the scenarios she had prepared for, this was not one of them!

Did she really have to join the workforce now?

Absolutely not!

She cherished her current lifestyle too much!

Whoever claimed that being a housewife was easy clearly had no idea. Let those women toil away all day, only to return home and continue with their domestic duties.

Anran wasn\'t about to sacrifice her freedom for anyone!

She was fiercely protective of her way of life and prepared to defend it at any cost!

Wang Xiao\'s decree was unyielding, his tone a blend of serenity and steel. "Because it is my decision. And the amount is $10,000 a month."

"T-That\'s too much!" Anran\'s protest erupted, her voice echoing with disbelief, just before she found herself unceremoniously ejected.

"Don\'t return until you can afford the rent," Wang Xiao declared, his smile serene yet concealing a storm of hidden resentment.

Stunned, Anran blinked, initially thinking it was all a jest. But the intensity in Wang Xiao\'s gaze left no room for doubt; he meant every word.

Feeling a surge of indignation, she stomped her foot defiantly. "I won\'t come back if you treat me like this!"

"Suit yourself," came the indifferent reply, followed by the sound of a door shutting—a symbolic end to their current chapter.

Anran stood there, momentarily frozen in disbelief, before her anger flared, fueling determined strides as she muttered to herself, "Who does he think I am?"

"Does he truly believe I won\'t run away?"

"Let him suffer now! I won\'t go back!"

With each purposeful step, her resolve hardened.

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Under the cloak of a Kingshölm wintery night, Anran found herself perched on the icy steps outside a now-deserted coffee shop.

The biting cold seeped through her clothing, a stark reminder of her solitude in this isolated islandic corner of the capital, Sylvia.

Amid the hush, her thoughts whirled like the snowflakes around her.

\'Should I go back...?\' she pondered, her breath forming clouds in the frigid air.

\'No, no...\' Anran quickly shook her head, as if to scatter her doubts like leaves in the wind. \'I cannot show weakness everytime! I must fight for my rights!\'

Her resolve flickered like the dim lights in the distant shops, gradually waning as the cold intensified. She hugged herself, a subtle attempt to ward off the chill, her gaze wandering through the desolate market—the only sign of life in this secluded island.

With the night deepening and the shops shuttering one by one, only a handful of lights persisted, casting long shadows on the ground. The coffee shop behind her had closed its doors for the night, yet the interior glowed with a soft, unwelcoming light.

Grrr...

A sudden rumble from her stomach jolted Anran from her reverie.

Glancing down at her slightly protruding belly, she mused, \'I need to eat something...\' The realization unsettled her, especially as she scanned the surroundings to find nothing but closed doors.

A light chuckle escaped her lips as she stood, brushing off the dust, "Hehe... I should head back... Not for me, but for the baby! Wang Xiao should be grateful, afterall I-am-responsible!" she mused aloud, her words dripping with irony, masking her true intentions beneath layers of jest.

Just then, a figure emerged from the shadows, his attire dark, a mask concealing his face. As he approached Anran, who was stretching her limbs in preparation to return, his eyes gleamed with an unsettling curiosity.

"Hey, cutie. What brings you out here all alone at night?" His voice was smooth, almost too inviting.

"Lost, are you?" He peeled off his mask, revealing a head of signature blond hair and a smile that many would find charming.

Anran, who had just resolved to return, caught sight of him and her eyes narrowed in irritation. Without a word, she responded with actions rather than words.

*Boom!*

"Argh!"

Her foot connected with his face in a swift, unexpected motion. "Don\'t bother me. Can\'t you see I\'m busy?" she snapped, her tone serious yet laced with a hint of amusement as she channeled her inner Wang Xiao, mimicking him.

"You!?" The man, sprawled on the street, misinterpreted her laughter as mockery, his face contorted in a mix of pain and fury.