Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

The cell fell into a deathly silence.

The only sounds were Tang Wutong's increasingly heavy breathing and the soft, whimpering sound of the chains as her body trembled slightly.

She lowered her head, her long, light blue hair falling down and obscuring most of her face.

Time flowed slowly in silence, each second seeming to be stretched out.

The inner struggle almost materialized into turbulent waves, surging violently in the depths of her eyes.

Protecting Douluo Star... Is she willing?
Honestly, the answer is yes.

This land nurtured her and her family, and carried her past laughter and dreams. Even though her father's choice led her to oppose it, the deep-rooted affection and responsibility she felt for it never truly disappeared.

but……

She is not reconciled.

The man before her, named Lu Jun, defeated and imprisoned her with overwhelming power, piercing her body with a cold longsword and draining her strength day and night.

He so easily thwarted his father's scheme, and also shattered her long-held pride and faith.

Just like that... just like that, obediently agreeing to him?

Bow down to him?

It's as if they're admitting they've been utterly defeated, that everything in the past was a mistake?
No.

She didn't want him to win so easily.

Even if it's just verbal bravado, even if it's just a trivial way of disgusting him, she wants to retain the last bit of pitiful resistance that belongs to a loser.

As Lu Jun watched her remain silent for so long, the last trace of warmth on his face slowly faded, turning into a frozen indifference.

"It seems..." His voice turned cold, like icicles frozen under the eaves in the dead of winter, "that you still refuse."

Behind him, at the doorway, Gu Yuena, Wu Siduo, and Di Yue stood quietly, their gazes fixed on him.

They were equally curious about what methods Lu Jun would use to force this first-level deity, who held two divine positions and harbored deep-seated resentment, to willingly stand on the same side.

Tang Wutong suddenly raised her head, and a bright, even slightly manic smile bloomed on her face.

That smile was a strange contrast to her disheveled and miserable appearance; it was breathtakingly beautiful, yet also heartbreakingly fragile.

"Yes, I don't want to! I just don't want to!"

She almost shouted it out, her voice sharp with excitement.

"Lu Jun, what can you do to me? Kill me? Or continue to imprison me like this until I'm drained dry? Hahaha..."

She laughed until tears almost came out, but her heart was filled with a blank and bitter feeling.

But when she saw Lu Jun's face suddenly darken, a twisted sense of pleasure welled up within her.

See, you can't always control everything. At least for now, I can make you uncomfortable!

However, her childish, almost self-destructive provocation is about to bring her far more punishment than she expected.

Lu Jun didn't speak, but just narrowed his eyes slightly.

His gaze was no longer simply scrutinizing or cold, but rather carried an aggressive and undisguised scrutiny.

The gaze, almost tangible, slowly swept over the curves of her body outlined by her tattered dress.

Slender and shapely shoulders and neck, a gracefully undulating waist, long and straight legs that are slightly bent due to the chains binding them... Even though she is covered in filth and scars, the near-perfect physical charm that comes from the goddess of beauty still blooms tenaciously in the soil of despair, exuding a fatal attraction that is a mixture of holiness and fragility, and is extremely easy to arouse the desire to conquer and destroy.

A faint, delicate fragrance, unique to Tang Wutong, seemed to permeate the air, combining with her current situation to create a paradoxical beauty that stirred the heart.

Faced with this suddenly naked and dangerous gaze, Tang Wutong's previous courage deflated like a punctured balloon.

She instinctively flinched, her arms reaching out to hug herself, but the chains held her back, leaving her only able to futilely bring her knees together, her voice trembling without her even realizing it:

"What...what do you want to do?"

Lu Jun did not answer immediately, but instead took another step closer, so close that they could feel each other's breath.

He suddenly reached out and, with the back of his fingers, very slowly and almost frivolously brushed a strand of pinkish-blue hair stained with blood beside her cheek.

"Tang Wutong".

He spoke, his voice lowered, with a strange tone, as if he were commenting on a work of art.

"You may never have truly realized just how stunning your beauty is. Looking across the entire Douluo Continent, you are the epitome of beauty, enough to make any weak-willed person fall head over heels for you."

Tang Wutong's heart began to pound wildly, and an ominous premonition gripped her limbs like cold vines.

The next second, Lu Jun's hand suddenly moved down and grabbed the neckline of her dress, which was almost completely bare in front of her breasts.

"Since you're so captivating," he said, his eyes reddening. The suppressed anger, a mixture of long-suppressed resentment and a certain madness, seemed to find an outlet in this moment. His voice was hoarse and filled with oppressive force.

"As a man, it's only natural that I couldn't control myself, right?"

"You...you bastard! Let me go!"

Tang Wutong panicked completely and desperately tried to dodge backward. The chains rattled and shook, causing the Ice Abyss Sword in her abdomen to tremble and bring a tearing pain, but she seemed not to feel it.

"You know, even I'm starting to lose control."

Lu Jun exerted force on his hand.

With a "ripping" sound, the already fragile fabric was torn open with an even larger tear, revealing more of the porcelain-white skin covered with new and old scars.

The breathtaking curves and lines were faintly visible in the dim light.

"Then what about others? What about the vast majority of people who were schemed against by your father, implicated by you, and living in fear and hardship?"

"What do you think you're doing?! Lu Jun! Are you crazy?!"

Tang Wutong's screams echoed in the cell, filled with genuine fear.

She tried in vain to push away and cover herself with her still-functioning hands, but under Lu Jun's absolute power, all resistance seemed ridiculous and powerless.

Gu Yuena and the others at the door also suddenly widened their eyes.

Wu Siduo instinctively covered her mouth, Di Yue's crimson eyes were filled with shock, and even Gu Yuena's ever-calm purple eyes were stirred with intense emotions.

They never expected that Lu Jun's so-called forced marriage would be done in such a primitive, humiliating, and cruel way.
"What?"

Lu Jun's hands moved without stopping, and another sound of tearing silk rang out, exposing large patches of snow-white skin to the cold air, arousing a violent shiver.

He leaned down, his hot breath almost blowing against her ear, but his voice was as cold as the wind from the deepest hell:

"Naturally, it's what a man should do with a disobedient female prisoner who happens to be extremely beautiful." (End of Chapter)