The Houseman Family really is the Houseman Family.
I originally thought Jeanette Houseman was a woman, so her tactics shouldn't be so vicious.
But in the end, it turns out they really are all cut from the sa cloth.
Now he understood.
Why did Jeanette Houseman start stripping right when she walked into this room, deliberately flaunting and hiding her body—her purpose was to speed up the effects of the drug.
After all, when a man is seduced, his heart pumps faster.
The drug obviously takes effect more quickly too.
Seeing Dirk Carter slumped helplessly on the floor,
Jeanette Houseman couldn't have looked prouder.
She blew a ring of smoke, looking at Dirk Carter coldly, and said, "Executive Carter, does it feel awful? Don't worry, the won will be here soon; then you can really let yourself go, hahaha..."
In that mont,
Dirk Carter felt like a suppressed Samadhi True Fire was about to explode inside his body.
All that fierce power surged right toward his lower body, overwhelming him.
His breathing grew rapid.
His forehead began to sweat.
His consciousness started crumbling, as if it was no longer under his control.
No, he couldn't let Jeanette Houseman win.
Otherwise, everything he'd done so far would have been for nothing.
With that thought,
Dirk raised his hand and pressed forcefully on the acupoint at the back of his own head.
With the pressure from his fingertips, the foggy consciousness cleared just a little.
Then, he pressed his hand hard against the floor, tried several tis, until his trembling body managed to stand up and step, little by little, toward the door.
The movent was slow.
Like every step demanded all his strength.
Jeanette thought Dirk Carter was trying to escape.
She paid him no mind.
She sneered, "Executive Carter, don't force yourself. That drug is intense. You won't get away."
"I... I never planned to leave!"
By now, Dirk Carter was already at the door.
He muttered, then suddenly raised his hand and locked the door from the inside.
He spun furiously around, his eyes now burning like wildfire.
The door was locked?
Jeanette Houseman tensed up.
She asked, "You... what are you going to do?"
"Do you!"
Dirk Carter growled through clenched teeth.
A man, drugged, and Jeanette only wearing a bathrobe—why would she dare stay here?
The answer was simple.
She was confident. Unreasonably confident.
Because she was from the Houseman Family, even under the drug's influence Dirk Carter wouldn't dare touch her; to rape a Houseman woman, the fallout was obvious even without thinking.
Exactly because of that, she'd always kept a casual, carefree posture.
But now Dirk Carter had locked the door.
That ant anyone outside couldn't get in.
She jumped up off the sofa.
Clutching her chest with both hands, she scread, "I... I'm Jeanette Houseman! If you touch , you... you're finished…"
Dirk Carter's face twisted into an uncontrollable, wicked grin.
He took a long, deep breath and said, "The last person who said that is already at the police station."
"That... that's different! You... I... if you violate , my dad will kill you, and my brothers won't let you go, you... you'll die horribly…"
Dirk Carter's fierce expression finally made Jeanette Houseman afraid.
Dirk Carter was already advancing step by step.
Jeanette kept backing away.
But the room was only so big—where else could she retreat?
She grabbed everything within reach and hurled it at Dirk Carter.
Without the drugs in her system.
Dirk Carter wouldn't have cared about any of that.
And now, with the drugs at full effect, these little objects were nothing more than a tickle to him.
Dirk Carter knocked them away one by one, until finally, he was standing before Jeanette Houseman.
Jeanette curled up in the corner, arms shielding her most private parts, her mouth still relentlessly cursing, threatening, hurling insults...
But it was all futile now.
Dirk Carter's hands clamped down on Jeanette's shoulders.
At that mont, he could feel her trembling violently.
But right now, he couldn't stop himself—he was completely out of control, the drug had taken over.
Just like that.
Jeanette was hoisted up and dumped onto the bed with a thud.
She imdiately curled herself up tight, huddling at the head of the bed.
"Don't touch ! If you touch , you're dead! You're fucking dead if you touch …"
She kept repeating it, over and over.
But Dirk Carter had already stripped himself in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that Titan between Dirk Carter's thighs, Jeanette was so terrified she didn't know what to do.
"Help! Rape! Help —!"
Her cries for help rang out loud and clear.
But outside, no one heard a thing.
Dirk Carter climbed onto the bed.
He pinned down Jeanette as she thrashed desperately.
Jeanette tried to resist, but she was no match for Dirk Carter; a few quick pulls and her only bathrobe was tossed far out of reach.
She still tried to cover her breasts with her hands.
Dirk Carter, like a rabid beast, pinned her wrists; her proudly jutting, softly yielding breasts—their true forms revealed at last.
No ti to admire.
Dirk Carter growled, leaned in, and bit down.
His wet tongue road over her breasts, and Jeanette shut her eyes in humiliation.
In that mont, tears of regret slid from the corner of her eye.
Like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.
Her alluring, delicate body was ransacked completely by Dirk Carter.
She tried to clamp her thighs shut, a final act of resistance.
Dirk Carter didn't bother with words; his hands gripped her long legs, prying them apart with brute force.
Though Jeanette was already in her thirties,
the tenderness of those petals showed clearly only a few n had ever "conquered" her.
That was no surprise.
The Houseman Family's won—always proud and aloof. Ordinary n could never hope to get into her bed.
Dirk Carter showed no rcy.
He aid his spear at the target, thrust his hips forward, piercing in like a dagger splitting flesh.
"No—" stuck in her throat. The unprecedented ripping pain nearly made Jeanette faint.
Under normal circumstances.
Dirk Carter would have been gentle.
But not now—not under the fiery aphrodisiac that left him senseless.
He launched his assault.
With savage force, he battered Jeanette, ravaged her.
At first, all Jeanette could feel was pain.
But no one could have imagined—after just a short while, a strange sensation enveloped her.
The hidden territory between her thighs ca online like a system woken from sleep.
Pleasure overwheld the agony, surging forward in waves.
That joy swelled in her lower belly, and in her cortex every cell and fiber seed to dance the samba—fiery and wild.
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