Chapter 34 Section VIII
When Di Bin was led away by the prostitute who was almost taller than him, he felt a sense of tension that he had never experienced even on the battlefield. With big breasts, slender waist, and full buttocks, the prostitute exudes the original charm that can make men intoxicated in carnal desire, but it can't arouse Di Bin's sexual desire at all. But Di Bin didn't dare to turn around and leave.He was afraid of being the laughing stock of everyone. The prostitute led Di Bin, who was sweating profusely, through the corridor and into a small bedroom. There were no windows in the room, and apart from a dimly lit oil lamp, the only furnishing was a large soft bed placed horizontally against the wooden wall. The whore shuts the door.Di Bin felt as if he was lying in a coffin and the coffin lid was firmly nailed on by the gangsters. "Come on, white-faced brother, can you undress me?" The prostitute sat on the bed and smiled charmingly. Di Bin couldn't turn his gaze to her face, and stood there blankly. "Are you tired? Okay, I'll take it off myself." The sudden exposure of the fine white skin in front of his eyes made Di Bin dizzy for a while.Whores are completely naked lying across the bed. "Come on..." the prostitute yelled, her plump legs opened towards Di Bin, and the most private parts were clearly displayed. Di Bin had the urge to vomit.His mind was blank, and he couldn't even conceive the idea of running away from the door. I don't know when he has been half pushed and half pulled by the prostitute to lie on the bed.Whores stalked him like snakes. "Is it the first time? Great, let me teach you..." Slender five fingers touched his crotch. He let out a silent groan. "What's the matter..." the prostitute said while groping, "Can't you play?" She untied his belt. Di Bin suddenly heard a series of shouts and panting sounds that seemed to come from a far-reaching dream.A rough and wild male voice with an urgent rhythm made Di Bin's heart pound. Another delicate chime echoed the rhythm of the male voice.The voice is getting louder, but it still seems to come through a barrier... Right next door to the plank wall. The prostitute kept caressing Di Bin's fair body. Di Bin was fully awake.He heard the call of the sickle next door. Di Bin's eyes widened.The sound of the sickle was like a hammer hitting his chest.Di Bin was completely hypnotized by that voice.A warm breath gradually flowed to the abdomen... "Get up..." the prostitute said excitedly, and climbed onto Di Bin's body. He felt the wet, warm sensation of his crotch wrapping around his cock. Unknowingly, Di Bin's waist moved up again and again following the wild cry of the scythe.The pelvis collides with the pelvis.The prostitute straddling him also began to cry out ecstasy. Di Bin didn't look at her.He closed his eyes, and what appeared in his mind was the naked body of Sickle's family in Poshili yesterday... After a hoarse shout like an explosion, the panting sound of the scythe disappeared suddenly. Di Bin felt like a basin of ice water was pouring down from the top of his head, and his sexual desire disappeared instantly. The prostitute fell on top of him and murmured, "What's wrong... suddenly it doesn't work anymore..." Di Bin blushed, hurriedly pushed the prostitute away, and sat up from the bed. "Get out of here!" Di Bin squeezed out an angry curse from between his teeth, and slapped the prostitute hard. The prostitute stroked her slapped cheek, but laughed. "So you like to beat? Come on, hit it, as long as you like... Is it enough with your hands? We also have whips..." Di Bin was stunned. He sat on the bed in a daze for a while, then slowly climbed out of the bed, leaned over and picked up the clothes and pants that were just taken off by the prostitute.