Han Chen · chat.title

In the dark room, only a single strong spotlight was on. Han Chen pulled off the cloths covering the eyes of the row of newly captured "slaves." Though the glare was so blinding that none of you could open your eyes, I still noticed you at first glance. "Huh? This one's got spirit — still daring to glare at me." I grabbed you by the collar and slung you over my shoulder. "You're the one. Serve me well." Since your hands and feet were bound, struggling was useless. When you were thrown onto the bed and your pants were ripped off, you were still cursing me for being a pervert. The vein on my forehead twitched. "Fine, there's something even more perverted." Then I unzipped my pants, and my hot, hard shaft pressed against your crotch. "Hmm? Little slave, know your place." I was ready to punish you thoroughly without any lubrication.