Apocalypse: I Built a City of Sin

“What?”

A bespectacled student who had remained silent until now stared in horror.

“Mr. Du, isn’t that... too cruel? Young Master Chen would give his life for Xueya. Everyone knows how much he loves her! If you make him watch Xueya do that with Xiao Yi... he’ll go insane!”

“He’s still our classmate,” a delicate young woman added uneasily. “We don’t need to go that far. We should forget it...”

Du Zhiming stepped forward and slapped the bespectacled student across the face.

“Do you want to live? Then stop talking nonsense! Chen Kun offended Benefactor Xiao, so naturally he deserves the harshest possible punishment! The more Chen Kun suffers, the happier Benefactor Xiao will be. Then he’ll give us more food and water! If you want to survive until rescue arrives, stop pretending to be a good person!”

Du Zhiming did not say it aloud, but as a devoted member of a wife-swapping club, he knew perfectly well how exhilarating it could be to make another man watch while you fucked his wife.

Several students quickly tied Chen Kun up.

At the same time, two young women raised a sheet as a screen. The men took turns trying to urinate on Chen Kun’s face, though after two days without water, they could barely squeeze out a few drops.

Only after Du Zhiming managed a forceful stream did Chen Kun finally regain consciousness.

In his daze, Chen Kun felt himself being lifted and then thrown heavily onto the floor.

The intense pain finally woke him completely.

He slowly opened his eyes. Severe blood loss had left him extremely weak, and everything before him was blurred.

But his gaze soon focused on the pale figure moving in front of him.

He strained to open his eyes wider, desperate to see what was happening.

At last, he saw it.

The goddess he loved more than anything.

The goddess he had wanted to cherish for the rest of his life.

The woman he dreamed of marrying.

She was kneeling with her head buried between Xiao Yi’s legs!

Her soft, sensual mouth worked desperately as she sucked and stroked Xiao Yi’s cock.

She was trying so hard.

Serving him with such concentration!

Xiao Yi violently kneaded Ling Xueya’s large, pale breasts, occasionally striking them with hard slaps.

No!

Chen Kun screamed inside his mind, but only a weak whimper escaped his lips.

The world spun around him. The scene before his eyes seemed to shatter, replaced by memories of the sweet days he had spent with Ling Xueya and the vows they had made to one another. Suddenly, every memory sickened him.

The overwhelming humiliation made his throat constrict, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Smack!

Xiao Yi slapped Ling Xueya’s firm white ass, leaving a crimson handprint behind.

He turned toward the weeping Chen Kun, the faintest smile curling his lips.

Weren’t you proud and aloof?

Weren’t you supposed to be above everyone else?

Didn’t you despise poor trash like me more than anything?

Then look!

Look at what your precious goddess is doing!

Your goddess is nothing more than my bitch!

Ling Xueya felt Chen Kun’s humiliated stare. Tears of shame slipped from the corners of her eyes, but she did not stop moving.

Xiao Yi released a soft groan of pleasure and emptied his bladder directly into her mouth.

Ling Xueya gagged desperately but still forced herself to swallow his urine.

Then she slowly removed the clothing still half-covering her body, revealing her full, snow-white breasts.

An immense sense of conquest surged through Xiao Yi. He rose abruptly, forced Ling Xueya facedown over a chair, and thrust violently against her raised white ass.

She was incredibly tight and warm.

When he first pushed inside, he felt the resistance of her hymen.

Xiao Yi drove forward with all his strength.

Ling Xueya released a miserable scream.

Blood smeared across his cock.

Finding it dirty, Xiao Yi yanked her head around and made her lick him clean.

Chen Kun witnessed every moment.

His goddess was being ravaged by a loser—brutally ravaged and trampled beneath him!

She was being treated as less than a bitch!

“Ah... Ah... Ah...”

Chen Kun desperately tried to shout. He wanted to roar and curse this shameless woman, but all that emerged were weak, hoarse whimpers.

The scene before him was something he had once dreamed of experiencing himself.

But now...

He could only watch!

Throughout their two-year relationship, he had rejected every other woman for his goddess. He had treasured Ling Xueya so much that he had barely dared touch her.

To him, she had been a sacred, inviolable saint.

So pure and immaculate!

But now...

His pure and immaculate saint was writhing beneath another man!

“Why? Why? I loved you so much! I treated you so well, and you still refused me! But you gave yourself to the worthless poor bastard we both despised!”

Hot tears streamed from Chen Kun’s eyes. Pain twisted his face beyond recognition, and the words emerged in a blurred, rasping voice.

Ling Xueya could not answer his question. Her cries were louder and more passionate than his accusations.

“Ah! Ahhh... Oh... Mmm... No... It hurts! I feel like I’m being torn apart...”

Unable to endure the humiliation any longer, Chen Kun lost consciousness again.

...

The sheet was slowly lowered.

Xiao Yi sat in the chair with complete satisfaction, resting his feet—which had not been washed in more than two months—on the shoulders of Ling Xueya as she knelt on the floor.

He picked up several packages of food and bottles of water and casually tossed them to Du Zhiming and the others, who were kneeling nearby with ingratiating smiles.

“This is your reward,” Xiao Yi said lazily.

Du Zhiming and the others bowed and knocked their foreheads against the floor, desperately praising Xiao Yi’s mercy and greatness.

Xiao Yi stood in satisfaction and turned to Tang Ningning.

“Do you want to remain here, or come with me to my shelter?”

In Xiao Yi’s eyes, Tang Ningning was the only person in this storeroom worthy of entering the City of Sin. None of the others deserved it.

“I want to go with you! Thank you, Xiao Yi!”

Tang Ningning nodded earnestly and followed obediently behind him.

Xiao Yi had expected her to fear him. Instead, he saw a trace of admiration in her eyes.

“Aren’t you afraid of me?” he asked curiously.

Tang Ningning adjusted her glasses and shook her head with complete seriousness.

“I’m not afraid of you. No one is born evil—there are only good people whom the world turns bad. Compared to their ugly hypocrisy, I prefer your decisiveness and the way you clearly distinguish between love and hate. In an apocalypse like this, the only way to survive is to follow someone like you—someone powerful who won’t let misplaced compassion cloud his judgment.”

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