Semua Bab Pawned Wife: The Debt Paid with My Body: Bab 1 - Bab 7

I was named Bianca Hartley, and from a young age, I knew I was different from other women. Not only was I well-endowed, but my desire for the opposite sex was several times stronger than that of the average person. Ever since I was a child, I loved exploring the mysteries of the body. While bathing, I would lie flat on the floor like a frog, rubbing my private parts against the damp tiles. As I grew older, things spiraled out of control, and I suffered daily from the torment of an insatiable thirst. In the beginning, my husband was able to satisfy me. However, over time, he lost his edge and couldn't get it up anymore. Day after day, I felt sexually neglected in my own marriage. The pent-up desires in my body grew more intense with each passing day. My husband, Ernest Bowman, took me back to his hometown in the countryside to celebrate the New Year. Come to think of it, that was my first time staying in a village. I had grown up in the city, and even when I visited the countrys

I was frantic. What kind of childhood friends were these? They were nothing but gambling addicts. Forget a few thousand dollars, I couldn't even come up with a few hundred dollars in cash. I never carried cash on me, so there was nothing I could do. Ernest was already getting impatient. "Enough, Bianca. Why don't you just stand still and let them have a feel? It's not like you'll lose anything!"As soon as his words fell, Keith reached into my collar. My curves shifted under the control of his hand, molded at his whim.It was the first time such a private part of me had ever been touched by a stranger, and I felt my very bones go weak and tingly. My rosy tips couldn't help but bud out slightly. "Oh, someone's enjoying this. Does it feel good, slut?" His grip tightened, kneading my soft mounds without restraint. I flushed crimson, yet every pore in my body seemed to open up, greedily basking in his caress. A warm current flowed through my body, and a soft, breathy moan escaped

I quietly pulled out my phone and started recording, focusing the camera on Keith's fingers and capturing the entire process of their rigged game. My palms were already slick with cold sweat, yet I forced myself to remain calm. After recording everything, I hastily backed up the video to iCloud and password-protected it. I had already made up my mind. I would show it to Maisie the following day. These so-called childhood friends of Ernest's weren't here to play; they were here to bleed us dry.I took in Ernest's bloodshot eyes as he refused to stop, and though my throat felt tight, I no longer tried to talk him out of it. He knew he was wrong, but he was already too far gone. Anything I said at that point would have been useless. He had even been willing to sell my body just to pay off his debts. As I stared at the stack of blue-green banknotes on the table, my hands trembled. Ernest's expression was darker than the soot on a cooking pot, while his childhood friends were doublin

Ernest closed in on Keith. "You've got an old injury on your right index finger. Every time you draw a certain card, your joint unconsciously bends. I saw it clearly in the room earlier!"The blood drained from Keith's face in a heartbeat. He instinctively tried to hide his right hand, but it was far too late."Also," Ernest continued, "you deliberately provoked me and got me drunk so I couldn't think straight. This whole thing was a setup from the very beginning!"The three of them exchanged glances, clearly not expecting Ernest to analyze the situation so calmly. "You wanted my wife to spend the night with you, didn't you?" Ernest's voice abruptly rose an octave. "Who do you think you are? Scum like you aren't even worthy enough to tie her shoelaces!"Keith finally panicked. He dropped to his knees with a loud thud. "I was wrong, Ernest! I lost my head for a moment. Please spare me!""Spare you?" Ernest sneered. "That's not what you said a moment ago; you said that a bet's a b