Exclusive Possession – CH 001

Chapter 1. I Was Young Then

At exactly 11 p.m., I took off my shoes and stood on the edge of the rooftop.

Looking down from this angle, the building’s straight and dark glass facade resembled a sloping abyss; one more step forward and it would be shattered to pieces.

Feeling my calves trembling, I reached out and grabbed the metal advertising frame next to me—after all, I didn’t really want to die.

I was just hoping to escape someone’s control.

I was only eighteen years old when that happened.

I remember clearly that there was no moon that night, and the sky was exceptionally dark. I had just finished tutoring a junior high student and was walking home along a quiet alleyway lit by streetlights. I hadn’t gone far when I heard hurried footsteps behind me.

Suspecting a criminal, I mustered my courage and was about to turn around when I suddenly felt a strange heat surge from my back throughout my body. I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, it was very dark, with only a hazy light floating in the surrounding space. I could vaguely make out that it was a large room, and I was lying on the only bed. There were no windows on the walls, and they felt hard to the touch, with a cool and delicate texture, like some kind of supple and soft metal.

Suddenly, a door opened in the wall in front of me. The door was strangely shaped, hexagonal, as if it were embedded in the wall. Light from outside shone in, and a tall man stood sideways in the doorway.

Because we were far apart, I couldn’t see his face clearly, but I could hear his voice.

“The captain of the guard,” he said, “is she alright?” His voice was unexpectedly gentle and pleasant.

Another voice replied, “Commander, she’s fine, still a virgin. Have a pleasant first night.”

I heard their conversation clearly, but my mind went blank. I felt uneasy and confused.

The man bowed his head and stepped into the house, the door slowly closing behind him. I saw a flash of silver light on his shoulder, like a soldier’s epaulettes. His hands were still covered by snow-white gloves, the color particularly striking under the light.

I wanted to see more clearly, but there was no light left.

He walked towards me, his footsteps steady and clear in the darkness. Finally, he stopped by the bedside, his dark figure motionless.

Under his silent gaze, my palms sweated, and my heart felt like it was being slowly clenched—the enclosed, dark space, the tall man dressed as a soldier. Now, my worry wasn’t about being cleared of wrongdoing, but whether I’d even get out of here alive.

My first thought was to ask him who he was, but I quickly dismissed that foolish idea.

“Can you let me go? I can give you all my savings. And I haven’t seen your faces, so you can rest assured…” Despite my efforts to control myself, my voice was still trembling violently, and the last syllable even inexplicably rose, sounding like a ripped record out of tune.

“Only you.” The voice was low and steady, concise and powerful.

My heart sank heavily—it’s all over.

A cold hand touched my face, a soft silk glove gently caressing it. My skin became incredibly sensitive; even his slightest touch made me tense. But I dared not move, letting him touch my cheeks, eyebrows, eyes, and nose, finally stopping at my lips. His thumb slid lightly along my lips, an unbearable tickle.

“You’re very calm.” The pleasant yet sinister voice rang out again, and he seemed a little curious.

Actually, I was terrified when he touched me; I felt like I was hanging on a tightrope, trembling uncontrollably.

But he seemed to be in a good mood, so I mustered my courage and said in a trembling voice, “If you let me go, I… I’ll do anything.”

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, “I’m sorry.”

I didn’t understand why he said sorry. But I had no time to think about it anymore, because he took off his white gloves and placed them by the bed, then grabbed my shoulders. A gentle yet irresistible force washed over me, and I fell onto the bed.

What should I do? I thought groggily, should I resist or submit?

He looked so tall and imposing, and he had help outside. There was no way I could escape, and resistance was pointless.

Only by cooperating could I suffer less. This realization burned in my mind like a flame, so clear and cruel.

In the blink of an eye, his body covered me. He was heavy, but not as heavy as I had expected, and he didn’t make me feel suffocated. The fabric of his body was soft and cool, but his breath was warm. The two unfamiliar scents mingled together, making me feel uncomfortable all over.

His every movement was decisive and purposeful. First, he folded my hands upwards and fixed them above my head, then pinched my chin, and his lips fell.

I had absolutely no idea how to respond to his kiss.

I only kissed my class monitor, whom I had a crush on, once when I was sixteen. He transferred schools after that, and my first love ended without a trace.

But this man’s kiss was completely different from the boy’s. His breath had a fresh scent, like a tasteless fruit, subtly sweet. His kiss was peaceful and gentle. His cool nose brushed against my cheek, without the expected prickly stubble or impatient thirst. He first licked my lips, then slipped his tongue inside. My tongue was stiff, letting him gently lick it.

It’s very itchy, an unfamiliar itch, like a slight electric current traveling from the tip of my tongue into my body, which is a bit uncomfortable.

After a while, he released his tongue but then licked almost my entire gums and mouth. The kiss was a little disgusting, but the electric current in my body seemed to intensify.

Then he released me, spread my legs, and knelt down in the middle.

Realizing what was about to happen, I felt as if a sharp, jagged stone was pressing on my chest, causing a painful tightness.

It was very quiet around me, but I could almost hear countless voices screaming wildly in my head, so loud that they were about to tear my brain apart.

Reason vanished instantly. I sprang out of bed and, under his silent gaze, desperately scrambled off the bed. But the moment one foot touched the ground, my other ankle tightened as if locked by a hard steel ring.

“Let go!” I shouted, but my voice sounded trembling violently.

My response was an extremely powerful tug, and I was immediately dragged back under him, my wrists were tightly gripped, and my legs were pinned down, leaving me completely unable to move.

His face was very close to me, above me, hazy and dark, and I couldn’t see it clearly.

“Be good,” he said in a hoarse voice, “give it to me.”

His voice sounded different than before, carrying a hint of unbearable urgency. And in my eighteen years, I had never felt so desperate as I did at this moment.

There’s no way they can escape.

I’m so sad I want to cry.

I felt a chill on my thigh as he lifted my skirt, and my body grew increasingly stiff.

He flipped me over, grabbed my knees, and pushed me forward, leaving me in a humiliating position with my upper body facing down and my legs kneeling.

He came up to me from behind.

The first time ended hastily and awkwardly. I curled up on the bed, not wanting to move at all. He sat by the bed for a while, then leaned closer again.

He was pressing down on me, his head buried in my long hair. His chest muscles were hard, and his hands, gripping my waist tightly, had thin, hard calluses. This time it lasted a long time. At first, I was in pain, but later the pain subsided, though the feeling was more unbearable than the physical pain.

When it was my first time, I felt ashamed and thought it would be over. But he showed no signs of being satisfied, going back and forth. Wave after wave of intense sensations washed over my body. I was in a daze; my body felt like it was electrified, constantly immersed in some kind of trembling frenzy.

If I knew what I would see when I regained consciousness, I would rather close my eyes and pretend to be unconscious than face this unbelievable nightmare.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on top of some huge, furry thing. It was a dark mass that took up almost half the bed. I was startled, but after calming myself down, I made sure I wasn’t dreaming.

The man was gone, and now lying beneath me was a huge beast. Two heavy claws rested on my waist, and I could even feel the hard, resilient muscles between its claws and the slight stinging sensation from its sharp nails. I was straddling its waist, my back against its two thick hind legs.

It was dark around me, but its eyes were bright. They were a pair of golden, round beast eyes, staring intently at me.

I was completely terrified. The beast in front of me was neither a tiger nor a lion. I had never even seen such an animal before. What was it? And why was it here?

I tried to shout, but no sound came out at all. Then, it let out a shriek that was almost a wail, and then something hard pressed against me.

I realized what it was trying to do, and I couldn’t take it anymore! That man was a complete pervert, trying to put me with a wild beast…

I tried my best to push it away, but its claws gripped my waist firmly and pulled me down!

“Ouch! That hurts!” I cried out. What was I doing? Talking to a wild beast?

But then it suddenly stopped moving. Could it understand me?

But while I was the one in pain, it seemed to be the one suffering. It let out another hoarse, suppressed wail, its massive body beginning to tremble violently and uncontrollably, the grip on my waist tightening. Its once bright, beastly eyes were now filled with grief, anger, and madness, so helpless and desperate. It seemed as if, in the next second, it would lose control and forcefully tear me apart.

No, I would really die if I did that.

I didn’t want to die.

As if by some strange force, my hand trembled as I reached out and touched that hideous and terrifying beast’s face. I don’t know why I touched its face; perhaps it was because it looked so painful that comforting it felt like saving myself.

The scalding heat of the beast’s muzzle warmed my palm, and I stopped moving. It seemed startled, turning its head slightly and gently licking my palm with its tongue. Its tongue was also hot, but my hand was cold. Did it like this kind of touch?

I gently stroked its face. It quickly stopped trembling, and its previously dull eyes brightened again. It stared at me intently, scrutinizing me like a human.

After a brief standoff, I mustered my courage, lowered my body, and slowly pressed myself against its chest.

“Please don’t do this, okay?” I gently patted its chest, which was as hard as if it were covered with a layer of iron. “It really hurts.” For some reason, I felt like it could understand what I was saying.

It didn’t make a sound. I tentatively lifted myself up and slowly let it back out.

It still didn’t move, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” I said. Suddenly, my chin was lifted up by its paw, and then I saw a flash of golden beast eyes, and my mouth was filled with hot breath.

I was terrified, afraid it would bite me to death. I didn’t dare move, letting its thick tongue swirl around in my mouth. It first licked my lips, then my tongue, then my gums and my entire mouth. The smell in its mouth wasn’t unpleasant; in fact, it had a clean, fresh scent. I felt something was wrong, but the kiss was so terrifying and disgusting that I had no time to think about it further.

Finally, it released me, but its beastly eyes remained fixed on me.

Then I heard the sound of bones cracking. I saw the giant beast before me shrink little by little, becoming longer and more slender. It curled up, and it kept whimpering.

I stared blankly, temporarily setting aside the intense humiliation, anger, and fear I had felt earlier, and only shock filled my mind.

Finally, he fully regained his human form, his strong and resilient body perfectly matching my previous memories. Only his deep eyes held a faint golden luster, like two soft lamps illuminating the darkness.

My whole body stiffened, but he reached out and hugged me, letting me rest my head on his arm.

He suddenly spoke.

“I come from Planet Stan. Four years later, Hua Yao, I’ll come to pick you up.” Unlike his domineering presence in bed, his voice was gentle and soft, with a clear sense of relaxation, like quiet water flowing past your ear.

Planet Stan? What’s that? What is he?

Why does he know my name?

He continued, “Earth’s magnetic field isn’t suitable, so the spaceship can only stay for one day at a time. You don’t need to do anything that day; just wait for me to come pick you up.”

“Why me?” I asked.

I believed he’s an alien, but why me?

He still ignored me, stood up, grabbed the clothes from the bedside, and dressed himself, piece by piece, finally putting on gloves. I remained kneeling on the bed, staring blankly at him.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my face, gently placing delicate kisses on my lips. I remained motionless, accepting the sensation. After a while, he stopped, his golden eyes seemingly fixed on me.

“I’m so sorry for what I did to you,” he whispered in my ear. “I’ll try my best to make it up to you in the future.”

I don’t know how to deal with this; it’s all so absurd. A man who can transform into a beast raped me and then said he would make amends.

He released me, walked to the previous entrance, and did something; the door opened again, letting in light. This time, I had enough time to see the corridor outside. It was no ordinary corridor, as silver metal covered the walls, floor, and ceiling. A robot, as tall as a normal person, stood silently by the door, its thin, metallic face, crimson crystalline eyes, and gray military uniform giving him a salute—the robot’s hands were also silver-white.

“Captain of the Guard, take her home,” he said to the robot.

“Yes,” the robot replied. I looked at its chiseled face and felt my breath catch in my throat.

The man stopped before stepping out the door.

“Soldiers will stay behind to protect you. In addition, I demand your loyalty. Can you do that?” He didn’t turn around, so I still couldn’t see his face, and I still didn’t know what he looked like. But this time I saw him clearly. He was wearing a light gray military uniform and white gloves. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a well-proportioned body, and long, straight legs.

I just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible, so I nodded haphazardly. He didn’t turn around, but it was as if he saw me, and he silently strode away. The door closed behind him, and the room returned to darkness.