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Freya

Consciousness was dragged awake by the strange soreness and swelling that spread through my limbs.

I slowly opened my eyes, and an unfamiliar luxurious ceiling light came into view. The warm light was soft, but it highlighted the mess around me.

The bedding was piled messily at the foot of the bed, disheveled clothes were scattered carelessly on the carpet, and the air still retained the ambiguous burning warmth.

The unfamiliar touch brought back memories.

I turned around and saw a strange man lying beside the bed. He had a great physique with well-defined eight-pack abs, and because it was morning, his penis was magnificent and imposing.

The man was still sleeping, with a high and sharp nose bridge and clean, sharp jawline. Even with his eyes closed, he was still devastatingly handsome with an aggressive beauty.

His body was covered with scratch marks, looking as if he had been clawed by a cat.

I looked down at my nails, my heart racing, feeling a bit panicked.

I carefully got out of bed, my legs weak at the roots. Between my legs, I could feel dried liquid rubbing against my lower lips, creating ripples, so sensitive that I couldn't help but get wet again.

Under the dim light, we held each other and kissed, sucking the liquid in each other's mouths. He kneaded my breasts, pinched my nipples, while his other hand slowly slid downward, exploring into my little hole.

His fingers were slender and strong. When they entered, they made me let out pleasurable sighs. He made my bottom very messy, with juices splashing everywhere.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, not to be outdone in igniting passion on his body, slowly sliding down to grasp his penis. The huge burning thing in my hand became even more magnificent, and we pleasured each other like it was a game.

His strong arms lifted up one of my legs, withdrew his fingers, and his penis directly inserted inside.

Aside from the initial pain upon entry, there was more satisfaction and pleasure. He exerted force from his waist, almost nailing me to the wall with rapid deep thrusts.

I couldn't handle it and moaned for mercy, which not only didn't soften his heart but激发了他的狠劲, directly wrapping up both my legs so I could only support my body using his penis.

I had to wrap my arms around his neck, with lewd fluid splashing below, quickly becoming muddy and messy.

He carried me to the floor-to-ceiling window, where I landed on one foot as he forcibly lifted my other leg. During this, his penis remained deeply buried in my body, like a piece of burning hard iron.

Before I could stand steady, he began thrusting deep again. Half my face was pressed against the cold glass wall, but soon the heat from my body warmed the glass too. He gripped my neck and mercilessly penetrated me!

I suddenly snapped back to reality and found semen gradually flowing from my lower body. I shamefully glared back at the man.

Staying here to shower was simply not a good idea. I casually grabbed a few tissues to clean up the spilled semen, gathered my clothes from the messy room, and took out the remaining cash from my bag to place on the bedside table.

Although his beauty had amazed me, last night was an accident, and I had to escape quickly.

I tiptoed out of that room like a startled bird, randomly bought a set of clean clothes at a nearby supermarket before daring to go home.

I tiptoed away from this room, went to the nearby supermarket to temporarily buy clean clothes, and then went home.

As soon as I entered the house, the nanny Susie gave me a look, took the things from my hands, and carefully reminded me: "The master is in a bad mood, please be careful."

Hearing this, I felt uneasy inside, took a deep breath, and reluctantly went into the inner room.

As soon as I entered, I saw my uncle Kelan Fergus sitting on the sofa.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses, with a stern face looking down at the newspaper, but his slightly furrowed brow was a sign of his anger.

I walked over slowly and called out softly: "Good morning, Uncle."

He didn't look up or respond. The entire manor was extremely quiet, and I could only hear my nervous breathing.

I don't know how long passed, but when my feet were numb from standing, he finally spoke: "You didn't come home all night?"

Before I could speak, a sharp voice came from behind: "Who knows where she went fooling around, maybe she slept with someone else all night!"

My heart jumped, thinking what a good guess, but I didn't dare show my emotions. I looked at the speaker and showed a wronged expression: "Doreen, I wasn't fooling around. How can you maliciously speculate about me like this?"

"Heh, don't act wronged in front of me, just like your dead mother who loved to seduce people!"

My own aunt, Doreen Fergus. She was clearly my relative, yet she harbored unprovoked malice toward me and my mother. That look in her eyes wished I would disappear immediately!

I was about to retort when Kelan scolded in a low voice: "Enough!"

He looked up and stared straight at me, commanding: "Come here."

The rules of this manor were established by the Fergus family, with regulations that bound everyone here.

Doreen showed a gloating expression. I bit my lip and slowly walked to Kelan.

"Kneel down."

He pinched my chin and looked back and forth twice, his fingertips caressing my lips. The pair of eagle eyes hidden behind the lenses were sharp and restrainedly eroding my entire body.

My heart was beating wildly, worried that he would lift my clothes and see the kiss marks all over my body. That would be real trouble.

As his fingertips gradually slid from my cheek toward my neck and downward, I quickly squeezed out two tears.

Kelan's hand paused. He chuckled softly, lifted my chin, his tone somewhat gentler: "Feeling wronged?"

I quickly explained: "Last night at the party, Tracy told me to wait for her, but she never came back. I didn't dare wander around, so I waited for her until the banquet ended before leaving..."

"Oh, so Tracy was involved." Kelan's voice was chilly, and his peripheral vision inadvertently glanced at Doreen.

Doreen glared at me and sneered: "Last night Tracy came back early. You were the one who stayed at the banquet scene because you were greedy for fun, and now to avoid punishment you're pushing the responsibility onto Tracy."

As she spoke, she stepped forward and pushed me. I fell forward accordingly, letting her hit me.

"If Doreen doesn't believe it, we can check the surveillance."

"Stop." Kelan frowned with displeasure and scolded.

He called the person in charge of yesterday's banquet and obtained the surveillance footage.

After watching it, he said coldly: "Go wake Tracy up."

After a while, sleepy-eyed Tracy came downstairs.

She saw me kneeling on the ground and showed a meaningful smile.

She put on a poor act of surprise: "Father, what happened to Freya?"

With a 'slap', Tracy was caught off guard by the slap. She covered her face and looked at Kelan wrongfully: "Why did Father hit me? Freya was clearly the one who made the mistake!"

Kelan's expression grew darker. He showed the surveillance he had obtained and said coldly: "In the surveillance, you deliberately led others to tease and ostracize Freya, forced her to drink, and deliberately left her behind."

"Before going out, I repeatedly instructed you to take care of Freya, but you treated my words like they went in one ear and out the other!"

The reason why I confusedly slept with a stranger last night was fundamentally because of Tracy's drink.

She deliberately framed me and even wanted to push me toward the playboy Holt!

I wasn't someone who could swallow any grievance. I had to use Kelan's hand to teach Tracy a good lesson.

Kelan gave the order: "Your allowance is deducted for three months, and you're not allowed to go out recently without my permission."

Tracy was unconvinced and choked up: "Why punish me?! I'm your biological daughter, why do you favor Freya every time!"

"Because Freya is more well-behaved than you, more excellent than you. You harmed your sister out of jealousy, your character is despicable. Is this how I taught you? If you're not convinced, you can leave the Fergus family and stand on your own!"

Tracy seemed not to have expected Kelan to say such harsh words. She froze in place, not daring to question further.

Everything she currently possessed relied entirely on the family's protection. Without these, she simply couldn't live well.

Doreen stepped out to mediate: "Tracy just thinks you're being partial. She's still just a child, how can you say such harsh words."

"Alright Tracy, apologize to your father."

Tracy tearfully apologized to Kelan and was pulled upstairs by Doreen.

Only Kelan and I were left in the hall again.

Kelan touched my head, his tone gentle: "You've been wronged, good child."

I felt my back crawl with unease. I saw Kelan sit down and open the box on the table. Inside the box lay a black and shiny ruler.

He smiled and said: "After all, you didn't come home last night, you made a mistake, and mistakes must be punished. Freya, am I right?"

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms, and nodded silently.

"That's good, you're a good child."

"Thirty strikes on the palm."

I weakly extended my hand and endured the not-so-light thirty strikes, which hurt so much that I gasped.

Since my parents died and I came to this family, whenever I made a mistake, I would be disciplined by Kelan in this way.

He obviously had a special desire to control me. Whether in life or academics, he wrapped around me like a poisonous snake, binding me to his side!

I wanted to escape this control, I wanted freedom!

"Hiss!"

Kelan pinched my swollen palm, his eyes narrowing: "What are you thinking about?"

His hand was wide and thick, with calluses developed over the years. When he caressed my face, it felt rough.

I put on an obedient smile: "I wasn't thinking about anything, Kelan."

He obviously didn't believe me. Smiling, he pulled me up and pressed me to sit on the sofa, ordering the nanny to bring the medicine box.

He half-knelt in front of me, carefully applying ointment to my wounds with a cotton swab. Silence and oppression spread between us.

He deliberately poked the cotton swab at the spots that were red and oozing blood. I couldn't help but cry out: "It hurts, Kelan."

He asked leisurely: "Where did you stay last night?"