Hair Coiling Chapter 1 TO HIS PLEASURE

Abstract

Ye Haiwa was not a beautiful girl, and her figure was not slim, either. She was hurt by love many times, more or less. So she wished to become a comfortable lazy girl in next life and to find a man who would really love her. Under the help of Junior Yama (King of Hell), Ye survived to be Wei Lanxue, daughter of the most traitorous court official. However, the first sight of reviving was just to find herself being raped by a super handsome guy while her father was trapped in a urn watching her performance with arms and legs chopped.
  The super hottie turned out to be Ye's sworn enemy - he had Family Extermination hatred of her. Falling into the hands of such a man, she seemed was on the road to ruin...

Chapter 1  To His Pleasure

It hurted so bad ...
I couldn't help moaning from the overwhelming sensation of pain and pressure coming from my whole body. Damn! That nasty devil didn't say corpse reviving would hurt so much, neither did all those 'time-jumper' novels I read on jjwxc.net. Could my soul be rejecting the new body?
I tried to open my eyes several times but all failed due to the over-loaded eyelids and dazed head. 'What the hell did that kid hide from me and tortured my body instead?' I frowned.
Fortunately I did not believe him - That little devil went so far as to get me! I couldn't help shivering whenever thought of his leering smile when he pounced on me holding my head licking. God, no, he must had set me up as a revenge to my refuse of being his mate - mate of a porn boy!
All thoughts were interrupted by the sudden pain come from the body and I felt I was almost penetrated and when the burning hot wave rolling over to me in consequence, I screamed. Yet it turned out to be soft shattered groan. 'Send me to "corpse revive"?' It seemed I was banished to the lowest depths of Hell. I remembered laughing him as a bald-assed chick just now in the presence of ghost officials in the Palace of Hell. He was blushed with anger. Now you see, there was no good end offending villains - ancients' remark.
Could it be said that I was lying on the bottom of boiling oil? (One of the most serious and typical punishment in Hell.) That strange hot waves kept coming to me one and another and burnt me all over. Again I tried to open my eyes. Thanks Lord, It worked this time!
I had imagined thousands of horrible scenes but still was scared at what popped up to my eyes. Instead of demon's slaughter field, I found myself in a big delicate soft bed with carving bedstead. Well, he did not cheat me - I really revived! '99% of revived corpses wake up in bed according to the golden conclusion of Time-jumping, and I'm just one of them,' I self-mocked. But who could tell me how was this man who was lying on me making piston-movement wheezingly? Where were those family members of the body whom usually appeared in the very first wake up moment of reviving described in novels?
This man was ... my husband? Lover? I felt like faint again. I should know that little devil was not kind-hearted. He even arranged me to be married! Oh, wait! Married? Now how old was this body? Had it have given birth? Did it suffer from mastoptosis? Any pregnancy wrinkles on the belly? And, arranged me to face my 'hubby' or 'lover' whom I had no feeling for or even never met before under such an embarrassing condition without consideration of my mental preparation, what did all this mean? Moreover, how come did the body hurt so much? Was it a virgin?
Eyes widely opened, my mind seemed to clear a bit under the pain of body. I casted away those rubbish thought in mind. Now the proper business was how to deal with present situation. In ancient time, women were suppressed by social systems and their social and eco status were terribly low - I was quite clear with that. Took the example of the man on me, he looked like enjoying the intercourse very much but had no mercy on my pain. Women as to men were no more important than a horse or a few pigs. If a woman wanted to live, she must relay on men, not to speak I was a new comer to this world. To live was the foremost thing to me now. I knew for the first sight that this bed was made of superior rosewood, even better than the rosewood desk and bookcase in the office of my boss in 21st century. Not bad the economic status he got, huh!
Gritting my teeth, I choked down the pain he kept bringing to me, holding voice from my lips. As the fact of having sex could not be changed, I started to have a close cook at the man liberally - He would be my long-term meal ticket after all and, I got to serve him well so that my dream of being a comfortable lazy girl in 21st century would come true in this world. Gazing at his face, a close look made me lost my heartbeat for a second. Holy shit! This, this man was so, so, so hot!
Dark silk-like long hair was tied up simply on the back of head by a string with some unkempt hair hanging wittily on both sides of neck teasing my breast. Thin but steadfast face, straight and upright nose like the one of ancient Greek statue, clear-cutting thin lips and bold dark eyebrows ... all were exquisite and well-proportional, perfect and beyond nit-picking. Unlucky that I couldn't tell if there was a wonderland or not in his heart through the shutted eyes. However, those charming eyelashes were so long, black and curling with a sparkling bead of sweat hanging on it, trembling slightly by his wild action and finally dropped to my face.
Boom! A fire burnt inside of my throat. My body started to twitch. That drop of sweat was like a dose of catalysis that triggered a kind of unusual reaction from my ache-swollen body. Shamefully noticing this, my body stiffed. 'So, Ye Haiwa, you are among those vulgar women who turn into imbeciles at the first sight of hot boys. You even let your body generate lust from such a painful circumstance just because of a good-looking opposite sex!' I mocked in heart.
But, but, it's not me who should be blamed, disapproved by another voice from the bottom of my heart. Such a handsome young man, paragon of beauty who should be listed among those super idols absolutely in 21st century! My heart broke thinking that I would miss forever those pictures of handsome starts in my computer which were classified into 7 grades - inferior, medium inferior, medium, medium good, good, better and superior. If putting this guy into those pictures, he should be the superior one beyond any doubts!
My Lord! What a sheer dumb luck I had to marry such a handsome man! I must had hit the jackpot! No wonder I never won anything after so many years fighting with welfare lottery, here went the compensation! All my sorrows about missing those hot pictures were swept away. Aha! I got true man show to watch in my whole life after all! Oh, such a perfect thing, placed in 21st century, how could an ordinary girl like me have the least bit of chance to possess him? Now it was simply normal for some basic reactions of body.
Maybe he had sensed the difference of my body, the wild spurt started to speed up, strike after strike, pierced through my private parts mercilessly. The obscene sweat shedded from his body and wetted my delicate snowwhite skin while his heavy breath tantalizing my cheeks like a feather. My body relaxed gradually and burnt into the same fever as his under the warm and ambiguous feeling. I slacked up my lips and let out a moan of impatience.
His body stiffed abruptly under this overwhelmed sound. He suddenly opened his eyes. I did not avoid his stare, instead, firmly facing his dazzling splendid eyes. I felt something exploded in me, the eyes ... shining like stars as expected. His pupils were as dark as they could be, I thought in a trance and my body started to soften, like a fire burning his body together with mine. I could feel him convulsing and trembling, despite his ferocious stare, an avalanche of delightment raided on me and at the same time, he gently quivered beyond control.
He stared at me and I looked back at him with both our bodies stiffed and static in our positions letting the super climax burst upon us one and another, smash us into pieces, for a long time till the enchanting pleasure retreated slowly like falling tide.
Still he did not move, looked at me with a numb expression not even batted an eyelid. I dared not move, either. Facing his eyes, I caught a sense of chill which passed away in a twinkling. Since I didn't understand his intentions by staring at me like this, I dared not move frivolously, neither speak abruptly afraid of causing his suspect by uttering some inappropriate words.
The light in his eyes deepened. I was at sixes and sevens about what on earth this man kept staring at me for, or was he suspicious to my body?
I dared not look at him anymore, lowered my eyelids to cover the panic in heart. Shouldn't he really notice any difference? I was so upset very much.
Seeing me looking downwards, the hottie moved as well. Withdrawing himself from inside of me which caused me drawing a deep breath. Losing paralysis of passion, my body felt burning pain by such a slight movement of his. I guessed I got to rest for some days to recover. I was blushed yet stunned when seeing the mock in his eyes.
How come to have that kind of expression? Disdainful, mockery, disgusted or even, hatred ... I was puzzled. What the hell relationship had we have? Or, we were not a couple? But, why he went to bed with me if he hated me? Ouch, for a thousand time I started to despise my extremely poor imagination ...
He got out of bed and turned his back on me. I was nearly nosebleeding when his naked back popped up to my eyes. What an astonishing figure he had! Over 1.8 meter in height, wow, that sexy muscle, tanned skin, nice ass, narrow waist, strong arms, broad shoulders, straight and upright back ... when my line of vision slided up to there, I couldn't help drawing another deep breath. An 1-inch long scar crawling hideously and ugly on the back like a big brown colored centipede. A close look helped me found there were many many all kinds of scars covered by his skin color. He seemed survived a severe slaughter. What kind of perilous past that scars could tell?
Who were this guy? I watched him, absent-minded, with my head started to confuse again. A girl dressed in splendid pink came to the bed silently, putting a basin of water on the stand and began to clean the marks of sex on his body with a scrap of wet silk. I was shocked when seeing this girl suddenly. There were other people in this room! He, he, he made love with me so calmly under the observation of another girl? Did that man have a bit sense of shame? My cheeks felt terribly hot. I, a girl come from 21st century, was not a conservative of sex but still might feel embarrassed when watching porn shows with others, not the say he was an ancient of Feudal society.
My head was totally confused, watching stupidly the hottie standing still, naked, letting that girl rub his skin carefully. It took quite a long time to wash and when she finally finished and took the basin away, another girl dressed in purple with a short sword borne on her waist came over to help him taking a white loose robe. I was close to faint. How many people on earth in this room had enjoyed the sex show just now?
I started to search around, turning my head, but screamed loudly when I saw a man 'standing' there, 4 or 5 meters to the bed.