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    I swallowed hard, pushing down the lump in my throat. Forcing indifference into my voice, I replied, “This has nothing to do with anyone else. I just don’t feel the same way anymore.”


    The disbelief that clouded his eyes made my chest tighten. yton stood still, as though frozen in time, his expression a mix of shock and pain. “I don’t believe you!”


    As if snapping out of a trance, he suddenly leaned forward, a low growl escaping his throat, and grasped my chin with a grip that was both desperate and firm.


    Before I could react, his lips captured mine in a desperate, chaotic kiss. It wasn’t tender or gentle—his actions spoke of turmoil, loss, and a desperate attempt to reim something slipping through his fingers.


    “Let me go!”


    I stammered, fighting tooth and nail to shove him away. Yet, in that split second, I noticed a wild grin creeping across his face, partially concealed by shadow. One hand pinned me in ce, while the other frantically tore at my clothes.


    He leaned in closer, his gaze flickering over me like a predator sizing up its prey. His voice, low and charged with barely contained anger, rumbled, “I don’t believe you! How could you possibly have no feelings for me? You love me!”


    With a ripping sound, he tore my clothes open, exposing my skin to the air.


    In that instant, I felt like the yton before me had transformed into aplete stranger. Ovee by panic and humiliation, I screamed at the top of my lungs, “You’re out of your mind!”


    As I struggled, the swing beneath me swayed even more violently. My ample breasts bounced from side to side with my movements. In sheer desperation, Ished out with my leg like a bolt of lightning, aiming squarely at yton.


    yton finally reached his breaking point, his face clouding with unmistakable fury. He violently tore off my underwear and used it to tie my hands to the swing’s armrest.


    “yton! You’ve lost your mind!” I yelled, panic surging through me like a tidal wave.


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    Despite my desperate struggles, I couldn’t escape the iron grip of his restraints. He pried my legs apart, his defined fingers gripping my waist tightly. He unzipped his pants and forcibly entered me, prating deeply and rhythmically. I groaned as searing pain shot through my body.


    “You… you scoundrel…”


    Without any forey, I was dry and tight. Even though yton kissed and fondled me, only a small amount of natural lubrication emerged. His overwhelming presence forcibly invaded me, the sensation akin to being torn apart with every thrust. As he plunged deeper, I could feel him almost reaching my cervix.


    If yton had clung to even a fragment of sanity before, it was now utterly shattered. Soreness and pain mingled with faint waves of pleasure. After being prated repeatedly, my body finally began to respond, producing more moisture. The rapid, rhythmic sounds of our movement echoed through the garden.


    I tried to bite back my difort, and my curses gradually turned into fragmented moans with each relentless thrust. The tender flesh grew red and wet, struggling to amodate his size. After what felt like hundreds of movements, our joining became slick, yet yton continued without pause, the wetness turning frothy and creating lewd sounds with each pration.


    The swing swayed beneath us, each motion driving him deeper.


    “Mm… I hate you… yton, I hate you…”


    Tears clouded my vision as a storm of anger brewed within me. I red at yton, who was recklessly unleashing his fury upon me. If he dared to loosen the restraints on my wrists, I would rise in an instant and end him without hesitation.


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