Someone's looking for me?

Could it possibly be Luna from ancient Qin times?

Dirk Carter acknowledged and hastily ran to the security post.

The military policeman who had just called him led him into the security room, took out a piece of paper, and said, "Sign here, and you must return to school before 8 AM tomorrow morning before class."

What does this mean?

Am I allowed to leave?

Dirk picked up the paper and saw it was a school permit.

At the bottom, there was already a signature from Vice Principal Sheila Walsh.

Looking at the guarantor section, Dirk was stunned to see the name Helen Fletcher.

He quickly signed his name.

He walked out of the school gate.

Not far from the gate, there was a Honda car parked.

The driver's side window was open, and taking a closer look, it was indeed Helen Fletcher.

Helen gave Dirk a slight smile and said, "Get in."

Dirk opened the passenger door and got into the car.

The car then slowly started.

"Secretary Fan... Sister Helen, why are you here?"

Dirk asked.

Helen smiled and said, "Let's talk when we get there."

The car didn't go far, just over a kilometer, and stopped in front of a café.

They both got out of the car.

Helen requested a private room, and once they were inside, they each ordered a cup of coffee.

When the coffee arrived.

Helen asked, "How are you? Can you get used to it?"

Dirk nodded and said, "It's no different from university classes, so I can naturally get used to it. Sister Helen, you still haven't told me why you came to Ronan City?"

"It's been a long time since I came home, taking a vacation to visit."

Helen said lightly.

Visiting home shouldn't involve pulling Dirk out of the party school, right?

Dirk was taken aback, noticing that Helen's expression was somewhat off.

He asked, "Sister Helen, if there's something, just say it directly."

Helen let out a long sigh, gave a bitter smile, and hesitantly said, "Actually... actually there's nothing else... my... my husband has written something on me again, and I want..."

"You want me to help you wash it off, right?"

Dirk asked.

Helen nodded.

She said, "The weather's getting hot, and I can't always wear long sleeves and high collars. No matter what, I must maintain the image of Kenton County, mustn't I?"

Looking at Helen again, it was indeed clear there was something unusual.

The collar of her shirt was very high.

Even though it was over thirty degrees today, she was still wearing a long-sleeved shirt.

It indeed seemed a bit off.

"Sister Helen, is it here?"

Dirk asked.

Helen shook her head and said, "I've got everything ready; let's go after finishing this cup of coffee."

Dirk grabbed Helen's hand and said, "Sister Helen, let's not waste any time, let's go now."

Helen was taken aback.

She nodded and said okay, then followed Dirk and got up.

The place she prepared was a regular room in a nearby hotel.

After entering the room.

The table was already set with cleansing liquid and cotton swabs.

Dirk ran into the bathroom to wash his hands, and when he came out, Helen had already stripped off all her clothes and sat quietly on the bed.

At that moment, Dirk was somewhat stunned.

He had seen this body before.

And now, seeing it again, he still couldn't help himself.

Especially the rounded prominence on her chest, it was somewhat shocking.

However, the shock was not because of the body, but because Helen's entire body was covered with all sorts of insulting words, even more excessive than last time.

The most alarming part was that on the tender white bunny, there were some clear bite marks.

Clearly, these were left by Helen's husband.

Helen seemed to notice the surprise on Dirk's face.

She gave a bitter smile and said, "He called me back for vacation, and last night... he... he asked his secretary to have an affair with me so he could enjoy it on the side..."

As she spoke.

Helen's voice became somewhat choked.

"Did you agree?"

Dirk asked.

Helen shook her head and said, "Of course not, so he tortured me, biting me, writing on my body... even..."

She didn't finish the sentence.

She took a deep breath.

Gritted her teeth and said, "Alright, help me wash all these words off."

Words like "cheap," "slut," "bitch" were all over her body.

Dirk picked up the cleansing liquid and started wiping it off slowly.

His movements were very gentle.

As if afraid of hurting Helen.

After cleaning the exposed areas of her body, Helen supported herself with her arms, parted her legs in front of Dirk, and said somewhat shyly, "There are some below too."

Dirk was used to it.

He poured more cleansing liquid.

Turning back, he was stunned again.

The once dense forest was now clean-shaven.

Undoubtedly, it was done by her husband.

In that position, there was an arrow drawn, pointing towards the mysterious place, with the humiliating words "Enter here for a tour."

Looking at the butterfly's position.

Both wings were in a swollen state, clearly having been subjected to wild abuse.

Dirk frowned, thinking, wasn't her husband impotent with premature ejaculation? How did it become like this?

Helen saw the confusion on his face.

She said, "It was cucumbers, and eggplants, and later even a beer bottle."

What?

Dirk shuddered.

Looking back at Helen.

The bitter smile on her face said it all.

"Does it hurt?"

Dirk asked while cleaning.

Helen said, "At first it hurt a little, then it got much better, it doesn't matter, I'm used to it."

These words sounded rather poignant.

If it were before, Dirk might have advised her to divorce, but now knowing her husband's family background, Dirk wouldn't say such silly things.

Someone like her husband, if he can't have her, would destroy Helen.

By that time, it might be more than just her body being abused.

After cleaning everything up.

Dirk said, "Sister Helen, if you don't mind, I can give you a massage to relieve the congestion."

"Can you?"

Helen blinked and asked.

Dirk smiled and said, "You'll know if it works, just lie down."

He took a pillow for Helen to lie down.

Then.

Asked her to spread her legs.

When Dirk's hand touched the inside of Helen's thighs, she trembled all over; it was clear this spot was still very sensitive.

Dirk tried to be as gentle as possible, lightly massaging her most private area.

Perhaps the massage was taking effect.

Or maybe the intimate contact in that area brought her physical and mental pleasure.

Helen closed her eyes, and a look of enjoyment appeared on her face.

Gradually.

In the middle of the petals, some sparkling droplets began to flow.

Dirk saw her response and asked, "Sister Helen, how long has it been since you... I mean, since you've enjoyed normal male-female intimacy?"

Helen sighed mournfully.

She said, "It should be over two years now. After he was diagnosed with impotence, it never happened again..."

At that moment.

Dirk's heart ached again.

Just as he was about to offer some comfort.

Helen suddenly sat up.

With such a quick movement.

The two soft masses on her chest bounced wildly.

"What's up?"

Dirk asked.

Helen looked at Dirk with somewhat dazed eyes.

She suddenly reached over, pushing Dirk down onto the bed.

The enticing body pressed on Dirk, and in an almost pleading tone, she said, "Dirk, sister needs you, please help..."

"Sister Helen..."

Dirk just began to speak.

When Helen's red lips met his.

The moment their lips touched, Helen seemed like someone parched in a desert finally finding water, continually seeking in Dirk's mouth.

Her hand trembled, quivering, unbuttoning Dirk's shirt with a ravenous passion.

When Dirk's chest was exposed.

Helen shifted her position again.

Her fiery red lips kissed downward, seeking even his fingers...

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