Chapter 2: Out of Control
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
All of this happened in the span of a few breaths. King felt eager and anxious, but he could also feel the soft and supple touch of Reese's skin, and it was bewitching.
Meanwhile, Reese was completely shell-shocked. The streaks of tears on her face had yet to dry when her whimpers were swallowed by the man, and she was left with no choice but to stare into his face. It was an attractive face. He looked cold, but also seemed to exude a touch of tenderness, mixed with a little dash of craziness.
Suddenly, pain struck without a warning. With a quick jerk, Reese clamped her legs together.
Making use of the moment when Reese was caught off guard, King's finger reached further into the intimate area bit by bit. That region, just like this woman in front of him, was small, so small that just one finger alone could fill it full.
Reese felt a finger stab right into her intimate area, a place that had never been entered by anyone before. It was now being roughly penetrated by hand, and his calloused finger made it uncomfortable, such that the dry area felt like it was being stretched to the point of splitting.
Her tightly clamped legs failed to stop the man's forceful hand. Instead, her struggling only pushed his sinning finger even deeper.
Reese gasped in pain and sobbed as she looked at the man in front of her, hoping that he would let her go.
The two of them looked at each other. In the iris of King's manic eyes was a reflection of a woman who was drenched in sweat and tears. Then, a single sparkling tear fell from the corner of Reese's eye and into King's heart. For a split second, he felt a sudden sharp twinge.
At this moment, Reese had not realized that it was her tears that had brought King back to his senses. In an instant, she had managed to pull this insufferable man down from his high ground and make him yield.
Slowly, King moved closer to her face and absorbed her teardrop into his own body. It felt like a coolant that cleansed his entire body, instantly calming the mania within him and reversing the transformation that had been about to happen to him.
Suddenly, he seemed to have sobered up. As he faced this pitiful woman, there were some parts of him that were still hard, but his heart had already softened into a mess.
King could sense that such an enchanting woman like her had no illness, but despite that, she was being imprisoned here. She must have offended someone and was framed.
This woman was truly unlucky―separated from her parents when unconscious and sent to this hellish place, then had all her belongings taken away from her by the strong werebear nurse when she woke up. And before she even had time to figure anything out, she was almost ravished by a stranger. Who could a seemingly obedient, sensible, and docile person like her possibly have offended? At the thought of this, King, who had never lost control in more than twenty years, suddenly felt that this little woman was really too pitiful. He decided to help her.
The term "human" was almost synonymous with "weak" in the interstellar world. Among the four races of this galaxy, the Werebeasts were the strongest. Their technology had also been developing rapidly in recent years and was considered one of the most advanced. No other races dared to provoke them.
Although humans were extremely intelligent, it was a pity that their physical strengths were simply too weak. Even though they had many technological inventions, they still did not have much say in the galaxy.
The dirty Zergs had great unity among themselves but were too selfish towards other races, so they were collectively discriminated against by all the major races.
The Aqua race had no interest in the conflicts between other races and there was almost no news of them in the galaxy. They were the most mysterious ones among the races.
As for King, he belonged to the powerful Werebeasts race. Not only that, but he also belonged to the most powerful group of this race—the dragon species. The black dragons were the most powerful ones, followed by the red, white, green, and blue dragons accordingly. Their different colors also represented their different sets of abilities.
The dragon species' formidable nature was very apparent, and perhaps for the balance of the universe, the more powerful a race was, the rarer they were.
Hence, they were only able to copulate with another dragon or with the Messengers of God, who were even rarer and only existed in legends. Since love was celebrated by everyone in the world, and because there were simply too few dragons, there were many who wanted to pursue love but had to remain alone for the rest of their lives. Therefore, their lineage often couldn't be continued, and the dragons became even rarer than before.
Even with love, if two individuals belonged to incompatible races, the moment they succumbed to their urges and merged together, those from the weaker race would be unable to take it—they would explode and die. Therefore, the dragons faced a lot of difficulties in terms of their love lives and producing their offspring.
That also applied to Reese. If it weren't for her tears that had brought King back to his senses, she would have been completely annihilated from the galaxy when it became too much for her body to handle.
King's rationality returned and he swallowed his saliva sheepishly. After all, he hadn't behaved like a decent man at all.
He let go of Reese and awkwardly adjusted her hair. He glanced at the bite marks that he had left on her body when he was acting wildly. The sensuous redness fell on her slender neck and shoulders and still seemed to glimmer a little under the dim light. It was enticing, just like the various shiny objects which he loved to collect. With the sensuous redness and the glimmer of her skin contrasted with her watery eyes, it truly looked like she had been bullied terribly.
Although King had managed to rein his emotions in, they were now showing signs of rekindling as he was faced with this erotic image in front of him. He turned around and coughed slightly to conceal his loss of composure.
On this side, King felt extremely awkward, full of mixed emotions. He struggled to suppress his impulses and absentmindedly waited for the woman behind him to put herself together.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Reese was busy cursing King to death in her heart, using every curse that she knew.
She kept repeating the words "b*st*rd, scoundrel, shameless" over and over to herself and tried to kill him in her mind. In reality, apart from the particularly sparkling tears in her eyes, she could only pout to express her resentment.
Similarly, when she was crying, she sobbed softly, not daring to vent her grievances openly.
This was just how pitiful someone in an unfamiliar place and with no one they knew was―they wouldn't dare speak up.
Although she didn't know why this fearsome werebeast had stopped in the middle of terrorizing her, it was still a relief to have escaped from his devilish clutches.
She had fallen into such dire straits overnight. Without the company of her parents, her status had changed from being the daughter of a wealthy family in the human world to a prisoner. She was being treated and monitored as a lunatic and was even violated by a stranger. Although he hadn't gone through with it all the way, she still had so many pent-up grievances that she couldn't express, especially not to these strange werebeasts.
And everything had happened in just half a day.
As she recalled all of her sufferings, Reese couldn't help but burst into tears, and she cursed all the injustice of the world in her heart.
King couldn't understand why the woman who had only been sniffling earlier was now breaking down and wailing. He had no choice but to walk out by himself, leaving her with some space to calm down.
Seeing that he had exited the room, the surveillance camera in the corridor immediately sent out a message of concern. "King, what happened? Do you require assistance?"
Hearing the electronic voice, King snapped back to his senses.
This was the hospital.
At the thought of this, his heart trembled for a moment, as he had almost let them catch onto something to hold over his head.
His rationality returned. His expression remained neutral as he said, "No need. I've already examined this human. Next, just send someone to bring a set of clothes here."
"Yes, King. 0023 will be at your service."
King nodded and waited for 0023 at the door.
It was the werebear nurse from earlier. Upon seeing the slightly flushed King, she still felt a little shy. Of course, a strong, handsome man would always attract some infatuated females. Her furry ears quivered shyly.
It was a pity that King didn't notice it.
"Did you bring the clothes?"
The nurse stretched her hand out, while a mechanical arm also extended out from the wall, holding a box. The nurse touched the box's exterior with her palm, and after her fingerprints were verified, the box opened automatically. Inside was a suitable hospital gown for Reese, along with everything that had been collected from her, including the necklace that seemed to have been of great importance to her.
"It's all here. King, what are your instructions for me?"
"Pass it to me. You can take her to the ward I'm in charge of later. Get her a single room." This was the most that he could do for her in his power at this psychiatric hospital. It was the best treatment he could arrange for her without anyone else noticing, as a sort of compensation for his awful behavior out of the blue earlier.
After all, he had indeed gone overboard just now. Even now, she looked shaken.
Taking the box, King locked the door after entering the room. He used his back to block the probing gazes from behind him and used his body to create some space for Reese, blocking the surveillance from the werebear nurse and electronic equipment outside.
"New clothes. Get dressed. Check to see if any of your clothes are spoiled. After all, these would probably be the last personal items you own." King leaned against the door with his arms crossed. He spoke sternly to Reese, although it sounded more like an announcement than a statement.
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