To be honest, I don't blame Yue Li for calling me mean. It's really a bit fucked up to use this method to deal with this little girl.
But the conversation just now not only persuaded my inner demons, but also talked about myself.
People as strong as Zhu Rongpu and Sister Lin cannot protect themselves in troubled times. If I don't work hard, I will definitely repeat the same mistakes they made back then.
Of course, friends cannot be betrayed, but this Sophia is not related to me, so why should I care about her life and death?
Can morality and bottom line be used as food?
Looking at Sofia, who was biting her lower lip with tears in her eyes, I held her chin and slowly moved closer: "I could have killed you last night, but I only kept you because you are still useful to me.
One life.
What you see now is only a small part of my ability. It really makes me anxious. If you use the power of your own body, let alone you and your little lover Sergei, it will not be difficult to destroy your bullshit Holy See.
Son.
From now on, you'd better listen to me and do what I say. If I'm happy, I might be able to let you go. If you make me unhappy, your Romanov family will be exterminated."
I feel a little embarrassed to brag about this.
But inner demons have a way of causing trouble. As I finished speaking, a ray of starlight suddenly penetrated the ceiling in an incredible way in broad daylight, fell from directly above, and enveloped Sophia and me.
Under the shielding effect of the star power, Sophia completely lost her sense of divine power. I could tell from the shock in her eyes that she had been fooled now.
I struck while the iron was hot and asked her in a sinister tone: "Did you hear that? My dear saint."
"Who are you?"
"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that I have the ability to destroy your Holy See."
I let go of Sophia's chin and stood up: "Come here and help me put on my clothes."
To me, Sophia now is like a newly bought home pet that needs to be tested for obedience first.
You must know that we are both naked now. As a saint, if she can even obey such an excessive request, then it proves that the enhanced soul-destroying magic sound is no problem, and I can safely and boldly let her
She went to do some errands.
After hesitating for about five seconds, Sophia lowered her head and asked me in a low voice: "Can't you wear it yourself?"
"Stop talking nonsense, I just want you to help me put it on, hurry up!"
A few tears fell on the floor.
The moment Sophia looked up, I saw her face was full of grievances, but she still picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, walked over coquettishly and put the shirt on me.
When I was buttoning up, I glanced down, and from that angle I could see everything she should and shouldn't see.
Of course she knew I was looking at her, her hands were trembling all the time, and it took her a long time to tie the knot.
But it’s a bit awkward when wearing the lower body.
Sophia picked up the piece of cloth on the ground and asked me hesitantly: "Do you still want to wear it?"
"Forget it, I'll do it myself."
My face felt a little hot, so I walked over and grabbed the piece of cloth, squeezing it and throwing it into the trash can, then frowned and put on my pants.
I couldn't help but scold my inner demon again in my consciousness: "How impatient are you? I only have this pair of underwear, can't I take it off properly? Why do I have to tear it off?"
"Stop talking nonsense, it doesn't matter whether you wear it or not. If you really can't, find this woman to deal with it first."
After a moment of pause, it suddenly chuckled sinisterly: "The saint who is usually aloof is as obedient as a dog in front of me. I like this kind of scene.
You can help me train and train her these days, and I will have a good time when her body recovers."
Hearing these words made me feel awkward: "Are you disgusting?"
As a result, the inner demon responded to me with just one sentence: "You are so serious, how dare you say that you don't have such thoughts in your heart? I am your inner demon. How could you be so nice to me if you don't like me?"
Think about it carefully, this kind of goddess in the eyes of countless men behaves like a slut in front of you. Isn't this feeling exciting and without a sense of accomplishment? "
"Go away, go away, I don't want to be with you."
I became a little angry and took the initiative to cut off contact, because what the inner demon said did make sense. It was my negative consciousness. If I didn't have this intention, it wouldn't be possible for me to have this hobby.
But it’s not up to me. What man wouldn’t like this kind of treatment?
While we were talking, seeing that I was dressed, Sophia also started to pick up her clothes scattered on the ground.
Also with the intention of venting my grievances from last night, I deliberately wanted to bully her: "You are not allowed to wear it."
Her movements suddenly froze.
Then I sat down on the sofa and waved to her: "Come here and continue teaching me Russian."
Even without looking up, I could guess what state she was in now. She was crying when she spoke: "If you are angry, just kill me. Is it necessary to humiliate me like this?"
I still have that cold attitude: "You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me. Just do as I say. If you make me angry, I guarantee that your little lover Sergey will not see the sun tomorrow morning."
With tears on her face and desperate eyes, Sophia did not disobey the order in the end. She came over and sat next to me, suppressing her tears, and continued teaching at the same pace as yesterday.
I don’t know what she was thinking this afternoon, but I didn’t feel very good anyway.
This is a process that completely crushes a person's self-esteem and shame. When she was teaching seriously, I always deliberately looked at her with that kind of improper look, and from time to time I would hit her.
Sophia couldn't stop crying at first. There were times when she couldn't control her emotions and couldn't continue talking. She simply buried her face in her legs and cried.
Then I was not polite and did whatever I had to do. It wasn't until the sun completely set and she started to feel numb and stopped crying that I grabbed the tablet in her hand and threw it on the sofa: "Okay, we'll be there today.
Here, go to the bathroom and wash your face, and we'll go out to eat."
She didn't say anything and walked directly to the bathroom naked.
"Oh shit, it's really you, you're not a thing."
After Sophia locked the bathroom door, I couldn't help but give myself a slap in the face.
This afternoon was not only bullying her, but also a form of torture for herself.
I have been playing with my moral bottom line, and there is always a voice in my heart, telling me that this method is too despicable, and if it continues like this, it will ruin the rest of this girl's life.
But another voice said to me, will she have a trivial relationship with you for the rest of her life? This is the best way to solve the problem at hand. Worrying about so many messes will only kill yourself.
Even recalling the humiliating expression on Sophia's face, I felt a little proud, feeling that I had become her god and completely controlled this woman's destiny. This really gave people a perverted pleasure.
Damn it, I guarded against it day and night, and the inner demon's bewitchment finally took effect.