I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl Chapter 642: Bound Swan

Chapter 642: Bound Swan

To be fair, any girl who woke up in the middle of the night and found herself tied up with a handkerchief stuffed into her mouth, facing a man with no clothes on his upper body while holding a sharp knife with a lecherous smile, would think that they are about to be violated.

Not to mention the fact that Zhuang Ni had fainted outside of the cla.s.s leader’s line of sight, so she was not spotted yet.

I had to admire the cla.s.s leader. She forced herself to calm down in a short period of time, she did not shake her head desperately like ordinary girls while yelling ‘yamete’, since that will only further stimulate their beastly desires.

After calming down, the cla.s.s leader stared at me with an icy gaze, as if to say: unless you kill me when you’re done, I will definitely report it to the police afterward.

I did not dare take the handkerchief out of the cla.s.s leader’s mouth out of fear that she would cry out for help and attract other students as well as teacher Yu, then I would be guilty of “attempted rape”.

“Cla.s.s leader, please do not misunderstand. I, I am here to save you.” I waved the Swiss Army knife in my hand and said.

I had a bit of a lisp because I was drunk. It seems my explanation had the opposite effect, the cla.s.s leader glared at me as if I was acting bold because I was drunk.

“If, if you don’t shout for help, I’ll take the handkerchief out of your mouth.” Although that’s what I said, I did not follow through due to the angry expression on the cla.s.s leader’s face.

If I stay any longer, I will not be able to clear my name no matter what. As I was getting more clear headed, I decided to first go get help from Winnie in the next room.

Xiao Qin definitely did not lock the door when she came out, so I should be able to enter Winnie’s room.

Winnie should only be wearing a pair of underwear right now, so I might be suspected of a crime if I go to her, right?

However, when she mistook me for a h.o.m.os.e.xual, she had already changed her clothes in front of me and Peng TouSi. Also, last night because of the aphrodisiac, she voluntarily showed me her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, so as long as I cover my eyes a bit, she will not necessarily be angry at me, right?

It’s just that she was a heavy sleeper. When I wake her up, I just have to make sure I do not touch places that I shouldn’t.

After deciding to get help from Winnie, I shook the hand that wasn’t holding the knife to tell the cla.s.s leader to not to be afraid, while slowly backing up.

As a result, I didn’t pay attention to my feet and tripped over Zhuang Ni.

Zhuang Ni, good job! I’m holding a 111 mm sharp knife and there are three other people in the room, someone might get hurt!

In order to prevent anyone from getting hurt by the Swiss Army knife, I began to use Yin Yang Sanshou’s Hua Jin to try and regain my balance. But since I was drunk, I lost the ability to precisely control my muscles.

So the Yin Yang Sanshou actually made the situation worse and I fell in a very awkward position. Instead of falling backwards, I fell forwards with the sharp knife pointed straight at the cla.s.s leader’s neck.

Who would have thought that the “Cui Song Mountain serial murder” planned by Xiao Qin would be started by my own hands? The cla.s.s leader just thought I was after her virginity, but now she thinks I’m after her life.

Why would I want to take the cla.s.s leader’s life! Is it because I’m too cowardly to violate the living cla.s.s leader, so I will kill her first then rape her later while she is still warm?

In a desperate situation, I raised my right hand and grabbed something white with my left hand. Finally, I was able to make the blade stop a mere 5 cm before it touched the cla.s.s leader’s neck.

The cold glint from the tip of the knife made the cla.s.s leader, who tried her best to remain calm, drip a drop of cold sweat from the corner of her forehead.

I was half-kneeling by the cla.s.s leader leader’s bed and leaning towards Zhuang Ni.

In a close call, I removed the Swiss Army knife away from the cla.s.s leader’s throat. Then I stabbed the blade somewhere under the bed so it could not hurt anyone.

The sound of the blade colliding with the wood caused the cla.s.s leader to s.h.i.+ver like I was threatening her.

Then a pained expression surfaced on her face and she began to struggle again under my hand.

Why did I say under my hand? Because the object I grabbed with my left hand in a panic was the cla.s.s leader’s white leg.

Her left leg that was not completely tightly bound was held by my left hand and pulled upward. It made the cla.s.s leader form a dance position on the bed, it really looks like the white swan from the ballet “Swan Lake”.

The cla.s.s leader did not know I tripped over Zhuang Ni, so she thought I deliberately lunged at her and threatened her with a sharp knife, trying to force her to give in.

The look in her eyes, other than anger, included admonishment, unwillingness, and a lot of questions.

“Why, why, why.”

It was as if I could feel her constantly questioning me.

Although the cla.s.s leader’s leg felt very good, I still tactfully intended to let go, it’s not right to make her suffer.

I didn’t expect that just after I relaxed my hand, the cla.s.s leader actually seized the opportunity to use the leg that was partially free and kicked at me desperately.

Hey, why is it so hard to be a good person nowadays?

Do you think you’re Chun Li?! Although your disheveled nightgown does have similarities to Chun Li’s qipao, at least tie up your hair into a bun before you cosplay as Chun Li!

The cla.s.s leader was not a strong at physical combat and her ankles were also tied up with rope, so her kicks did not hurt me at all.

I think the expression of indignation and despair on the cla.s.s leader’s face knowing that nothing can be done was worth ruminating.

To a certain extent, it overlapped with the expression of the policewoman from the H manga who had both hands bound as she desperately tried to escape from the underground garage.

I slowly stood up while holding the edge of the bed and leaned back slightly to avoid the cla.s.s leader’s futile kicks. I did not expect the cla.s.s leader to actually endure the pain of the rope and kick as hard as she could, almost hitting my nose as I stood up.

Cla.s.s leader, you have really long legs. I miscalculated because I used my own legs as a reference. You’re not as tall as me, but the range of attack of your legs are greater than mines. It makes me embarra.s.sed as a martial arts pract.i.tioner.

I reached out and grabbed the cla.s.s leader’s left ankle with a bit of jealousy mixed with dissatisfaction.

The cla.s.s leader straightened her foot due to her anger which somehow made me think of what she would look like in high heels. It was different than my heels which were covered with thick calluses, the cla.s.s leader’s heel was round and smooth, the curvature was like the edge of the full moon.

It also seemed to have the faint odor of a young lady as well as the scent of shower gel, but I didn’t put my nose up to smell it, that would be too perverted.

People say an arm cannot beat a leg, but the cla.s.s leader had a leg held down with only my left hand. She had lost all autonomy which made her feel very frustrated.

Due to her flurry of kicks, she again gave me a panoramic view of her underwear. The cla.s.s leader felt an immense humiliation and tried to hold back her tears.

I shook my head and carefully lowered her leg to show that I meant her no harm and that I only held her ankle for self-defense.

But right when I lowered her foot, I accidentally made the bottom of her feet rub against the erect pole between my legs.

Ah, it’s tingling feeling like an electric shock…

The cla.s.s leader body shook violently and her eyes were in disbelief. She had a look of extreme disgust and desperately wanted to break her left leg free from my control.

You were just kicking me with glee, now you don’t even want to touch me?

What do you think I’m going to do with your feet? Although my family’s online store sells an adult toy known as the “foot fetish favorite”, but I do not intend to do the same thing with your feet!

The words “foot job” are even censored on decent websites and a special symbol must be typed between the words to make it uncensored!

I was chanting the Diamond Sutra in my mind to calm down my little brother who was even more excited than the owner. I then lowered the cla.s.s leader’s foot without any blasphemy.

Of course, you can also say that I have already committed blasphemed, but whatever. Anyway, I have a clear conscience.

On the one hand, the cla.s.s leader was glad her foot avoided bad luck, but was not sure where my target would s.h.i.+ft to next. She tensed up her body and armed herself with the imposing might of a future police officer.

But if you are tied to the bed in such a humiliating position, it does not really add anything even when your expression is serious and your gaze is cold.

I laughed a lot after drinking and I chuckled a bit. The cla.s.s leader immediately thought I was laughing at her, so her breathing became heavy like she wanted to go home immediately to get her gun, then put it against the back of my head and blow my brains out.

At this time, Gong CaiCai rolled over. Her shoulders trembled slightly and she began talking in her sleep:

“Don’t… little rabbit don’t die…”

I did not hear it at first, so I was a little curious and took a step closer towards Gong CaiCai to see if can help. The people pleaser mode really is too nosy.

In the cla.s.s leader’s eyes, she thought I was going to s.h.i.+ft my target and violate Gong CaiCai right in front of the bound cla.s.s leader.

I don’t know how much the cla.s.s leader struggled internally, but after two seconds of hesitation, the cla.s.s leader desperately shook her head. She let out a groan through the handkerchief which was calling me, the rapist, back to her.