C11 You like the Feeling of Being Raped!

"What are you looking at? Want more?"

Such straightforward words that could make anyone blush, only Yem Mohan could say them so casually. Mo Ya quickly lowered her head, trying to hide her embarrassment and shyness.

But Yem Mohan wasn't about to let her off the hook. He put on his shirt, covering the scars on his back that Mo Ya was so curious to touch. He slowly walked to the bed and began to pull away the blanket she was tightly wrapped in, right in front of her.

She covered her sensitive areas with her arms, struggling and retreating. This shy demeanor was particularly satisfying to Yem Mohan.

"I'm glad. Your innocence is quite delightful."

These cryptic words made Mo Ya lift her head slightly, despite her shyness. Did this man somehow know that she and Ann Jie had never been intimate? How could he? Besides her and Ann Jie, who else in the world would know?

Sure enough, Yem Mohan continued, "Ann Jie is such a fool to let go of a treasure like you. Time to get up. If you want more, I can satisfy you again tonight, alright?"

This man was truly infuriating. Her face flushed with anger and embarrassment, her eyes full of accusation and discontent. Mo Ya wanted to say something, but Yem Mohan slowly reached out, pointed at the necklace on her neck, and said, "See, I told you this necklace suits you perfectly. How does it feel to wear it while you're with me?"

"I'm getting up now, not talking to you anymore."

Avoiding his gaze in embarrassment, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, dashing to the bathroom.

Yem Mohan watched the bathroom door close, then slowly touched the scars on his back, slightly surprised. This little one was more perceptive than he had thought, not as clueless as she seemed.

...

The breakfast spread on the table was lavish. Yem Mohan read the newspaper intently, and Mo Ya, sitting across from him, noticed the large announcement on the page. She realized that Yem Mohan hadn't been bluffing yesterday.

Reports about her cutting ties with the Mo family were really starting to circulate again in newspapers and online. Could such a decisive man let her go once their deal was done? Would he?

"It seems you weren’t tired enough yesterday. Tonight, I won't be so gentle. Even if I'm hungry, I'll make sure I'm satisfied first," Yem Mohan said ambiguously, setting down the newspaper and looking at Mo Ya.

Mo Ya quickly lowered her head, took a big gulp of her porridge, and couldn't help but ask, "How are you going to help me investigate what happened before?"

"How do you want to investigate?" Yem Mohan replied.

Mo Ya hesitantly said, "I remember that man had a very strange scar on his back."

"Oh? So, did you think I was that man yesterday?"

Mo Ya felt a mix of fear and embarrassment, but her doubts were real and heavy. She truly suspected Yem Mohan might be that man. But considering who Yem Mohan was, how could he have done such a thing?

If it wasn't Yem Mohan, then who could it be? At Ann Jie's wedding, who else could have slipped into the bride's dressing room unnoticed?

After hesitating for a while, Mo Ya gathered her courage and said, "Yes, because that scar was so unique, I can't forget it."

"Can't forget? Is it the scar you can't forget, or the man who took your innocence? Mo Ya, I didn't realize you had such a taste for danger. Do you enjoy being violated?"