Qū Fú’ér had thought about who her first kiss was given to many times, but she never imagined it would be the Knight Commander of the Knights Templar. She looked in horror at the face that suddenly drew near, and at those star-like eyes that now flashed with an unkindly intent.

  Has it ended? She wondered.

  However, in the next moment, she gasped in surprise as he suddenly lifted her buttocks and carried her on his shoulder, walking deeper into the covered walkway under the eaves.

  She and he were already in the dark, so if they went even deeper—Qu Fuer did not dare to imagine what would happen next. She continued to struggle, trying to escape from his body.

  " How did the Sparrow House raise such a thing," the man muttered to himself before darting into a door. If he went in there, no one would know. Curly Hair called out loudly; it was the warehouse in the corner of the courtyard. Normally, after practicing with the guns, Fuer would store the equipment there. Along with various tools and furniture commonly used in the Sparrow House, they were also stored in the warehouse.

  Who would frequently go to the storeroom? "Ugh! Ah... " She was just placed on the ground when she was captured by the other person's lips again. "You bastard—" "Enough," the other person sneered in between kisses. "Enjoy yourself." Curvaceous'er wriggled her body to dodge, but to no avail. The other person's lips covered hers once more and this time began to slide towards her neck.

  She pulled up her vest with force, flipping it over her hands. With the other hand, he held her hands and pinned them against the wall.

  The naked look in his eyes nearly drove Qu Fuer to despair; her upper body was completely exposed to him without any concealment.

  She was still young and had no idea about the attraction of her body to an adult man. so she naturally didn't notice the fleeting glance in his eyes. "Please..." Qu Fuer felt her thoughts in a turmoil, but she couldn't break free yet and still struggled with every opportunity.

  That person was taken aback, then a smile with an unclear meaning appeared on his lips. "You clearly like it, so why do you keep saying such boring things about killing me?"

  The place where his saliva had touched his skin felt cool in the air, but it was getting hotter underneath. The strange sensation alarmed Fuer. She dodged the hands that seemed to follow her everywhere, and suddenly shouted, "You are the Knight Commander! How can you do such a thing?!"

  "Why can't the knight commander do such things?" The moment those words left her mouth, the other person's action suddenly stopped.

  Curveting said, "You are shameless!"

  "You don't even know me," the man replied, unbuttoning his outer robe and revealing the body wrapped in a pale moon-colored nobleman's casual attire. "How do you know what kind of person I really am in reality?"

  On the civilian collar, the Templar Order's emblem shone in the dim light, a glory that ordinary people could never wear. Curvolee found it a bit blinding. Perhaps she always thought that the person far beyond the horizon wouldn't be like the nobles in the Sparrow House, venting their frustrations on different women after each drunken episode. It turned out they were all the same..

  That dream which had supported her through her childhood seemed to have been crushed all at once, and she began to sob. Her chin was lifted by someone, and she saw the young man's impatience on his face. "Do you know what the Knight Commander is like? The son of light, Duke Lorenzo, the wise one, as others speak of him?" His lips kissed hers again, but this time it was like a raging storm. No longer gentle, his hands roughly pulled down Fleur's pants. He pushed his right hand between her tightly closed legs and then sneered in her ear, "So wet?"

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  “Don't even think about it…” She panted, but the words held no offensive what soever. “Think about it? ” the young knight commander snorted. "I don't need anyone's consent to sleep with whichever woman I want." With a swift movement, his knee pushed apart Curvle's legs, and his right hand roughly explored the untouched honeyed fold between her thighs.

  Curvete realized she had erred and should not have said those provocative words! She closed her eyes, giving up on her resistance, yet she was unwilling to pander either. She recalled what the sisters at the Sparrow House had said—guests find the most annoying those who show no reaction, as they would say, it’s like holding onto a pie ce of wood!

  That hateful middle finger slowly probed into the honeyhole, and Fuer had never imagined that a single finger would cause such discomfort. She struggled desperately, "No—pain… pain… " However, the thumb left outside continued to stimulate the flesh pearl, and that strange sensation was like being crushed by a heavy object, shattering Cur Fuer's senses.

  She cried and begged for mercy, but the other party paid no attention. Was she about to lose her virtue here? Qu Fuer was very heartbroken; the fingers pressing into her body were causing her immense pain, even more so than injuries she had sustained while training. However, the other party began to move their fingers, causing her to wail continuously.

  He moved his fingers while expanding new territories within her body, the tight muscular walls exciting him. His member between his legs inevitably stood erect.

  "Should I switch to this one?"

  Qubuer closed her eyes in pain. She knew what it was and couldn't imagine what would happen if that thing entered her body. Her private parts were so small, how could she possibly endure such immense size? She clamped her legs even tighter, but was met with even more brutal treatment. It started with one finger and then two. She felt as if her body was about to be torn apart.

  Pain, such intense pain, yet after it, A subtle and irresistible tingling began to surface. Cu Fuer tightly closed her lips, trying to banish that pleasure from her will, but that sensation started to follow her everywhere. Finally, her hands were freed from the rack, but she lacked the strength and resentment to struggle. She collapsed on the ground, and he dragged her onto his soft robe.

  However, her legs were grabbed by someone, and he didn't give her any psychological preparation before forcefully entering her body. "Ah———" Qu Fuer thought her body was about to cracked, too big, as if it had been forcibly squeezed in. The hard object, Scorching like a soldering iron, was in her body.

  “Don't... don't...” Cu Fuer murmured unconsciously, the pain and pleasure overwhelming her to the point of losing her senses. “Huff... ah... oh... ah ah... hmm... don't... ah—” The initial firm rejection turned into moans in the end.

  The young knight commander ran his fingers over the place where he had been joined with her, then brought them to her lips, making her take his fingers into her mouth—the very fingers that had taken her virginity. The strange taste entered her mouth, and the shame washed over her once more. Curvuer felt as if she were about to die, either from her body being extinguished first or her spirit succumbing to corruption.

  She couldn't suppress her moans as the alternating deep and shallow thrusts brought that unfamiliar pleasure back.

  "Say what you want."

  He grabbed her short hair, forcing her to lift her head. He leaned in and spoke in a commanding tone near her ear.

  "...I..."

  Qu Fuer thought. I.. Think "What are you thinking?" "Want to.." She finally spoke, and he finally got what he wanted.