I harbored a secret crush on Ethan for ten years, never daring to confess, until I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. I tied him up and slept with him again and again. His eyes red with rage, he struggled: "Harper! Let me go if you dare." I thought that once I let him go, he would furiously strangle me to death. Instead, he fiercely claimed every inch of my body, day and night without rest: "Harper, do I look weak to you? How dare you drug me?" 01 I had a crush on Ethan for ten years. From my teenage years into adulthood. He lived in the house right next door to mine. I watched him grow from a green youth into an increasingly mature man. I was completely mesmerized by the mature, masculine charm he exuded, but I never dared to say anything. I was afraid that if I spoke up, he would reject me, and then we would be over. That was until ten days ago when I fainted at work and was rushed to the hospital. The doctor looked at me with deep regret: "Terminal brain cancer. It's too late. There's no longer any medical value in treatment." I couldn't just die like this. I hadn't traveled the world yet, and I hadn't slept with Ethan... My mind was flooded with the dark romance novels I'd been reading recently—all about twisted, forced love. I was about to die anyway; was it so wrong to do something drastic? I called Ethan and invited him over for dinner. Ethan was the CEO of his own company and very busy. But he still agreed to come over later. When Ethan arrived, he looked travel-worn, wearing a long black coat. He brought a gust of cold air with him. Only then did I realize that he had been abroad when I called. He flew all day, came back, and walked straight into my trap. I felt a twinge of guilt. I tried to find an excuse to make him leave, but he walked straight to the dining table and sat down. Before I could say anything, he started helping himself to the food. I watched as he drank the Tom Yum soup—which I had heavily spiked. He even raised an eyebrow at me while drinking. "Haven't seen you for a while. Your cooking has improved." Of course, it had improved. Because that was takeout from the highest-rated Thai restaurant in the city. Why takeout? The reason was simple: I was afraid my cooking would be so bad he wouldn't eat enough for the drug to take effect. By the time I went to the kitchen to grab a bowl and came back, his eyes were already starting to glaze over as he sat at the table. I bit my lip: "Are you tired? Do you want to rest?" He nodded: "A little dizzy." "Then go rest for a bit." We had known each other for years, so all defenses had long been dropped between us. He obediently followed me to the guest bedroom. 02 Ethan fell asleep. I struggled to take off his coat, then stared blankly at his torso faintly visible through his white dress shirt. I pursed my lips, feeling a bit panicked and my mouth going dry. But I still didn't have the courage to completely undress him right then. I rummaged through my closet and found a pile of ties I had wanted to give him over the years but never had the nerve to. Today, they came in handy. I used the ties to bind his hands and feet directly to the bed frame. After laboriously finishing all that, I lost my strength and slumped onto the edge of the bed. Looking up, I saw his handsome, peacefully sleeping face. He was very calm right now. But I could imagine what kind of fury would erupt when he woke up. Just like the fury he showed that one time his mother suggested we should just get married. I stared at his face, not even bearing to blink. I kept thinking that in a few days, I would never be able to see him again, so I just wanted to look my fill all at once. I had been a kind, selfless person for over twenty years. In the end, I insisted on being selfish just this once. Even if he hated me, it didn't matter. That way, when I died, he wouldn't be sad at all. His phone in his coat pocket kept ringing; it was his assistant, Liam. Without much hesitation, and afraid of waking Ethan up, I answered it. "Ethan was too tired; he fell asleep after eating." Liam tactfully hung up the phone. Gradually, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier. I simply crawled into bed, hugged Ethan's waist tightly, and fell into a deep sleep. I was woken up in the middle of the night by Ethan's roar. "Harper!" I shot up into a sitting position. The sudden movement made me dizzy; my vision went black, and I fell heavily back into Ethan's chest. "Harper! What the hell are you doing?" What was I doing? I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at him in confusion. "Guess." Ethan's face grew even darker. I kneeled on the bed, looking down at him: "Since you're awake, let's get down to business." Ethan frowned deeply, both arms trying to break free from their restraints. I panicked a little, terrified that if he actually escaped, all my efforts would be in vain. I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my whole body onto him. "Don't move! Listen to me!" Ethan ground his teeth in hatred. "Are you crazy?" I lifted my head slightly; my face was no more than four inches from his. "I'm not crazy." "Then what are you doing?" "I've got you in bed. What do you think I want to do?" Ethan's pupils contracted sharply, the disgust on his face impossible to hide. "Harper! I am Ethan!" "Do you have any decency left as a woman?!" I didn't want to hear his accusations, so I grabbed something soft from the nightstand and shoved it into his mouth. Ignoring his eyes that looked ready to spit fire, I glared at him fiercely. "Shut up!" Ethan tried to break free, but found it useless. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest. "I'm going to kiss you. Don't interrupt me." With that, I yanked the gag out of his mouth. Before he could speak, I closed my eyes and kissed him viciously. I clumsily pulled at his dress shirt; the buttons were ripped off one by one and scattered onto the floor. Like someone fleeing an apocalypse, I refused to stop, desperate to find an exit. I had a chest full of pent-up emotions, which I released bite by bite all over Ethan's body, accompanied by his low grunts. I remembered something my friend Chloe once said: When a man is in bed, he only thinks with his lower half. Sure enough, amidst my somewhat aggressive actions, Ethan actually didn't open his mouth to curse me. Just a continuous stream of grunts. Afterward, Ethan's face was flushed, as if he had suffered a great humiliation. I couldn't bear to look and put on my clothes, wanting to go to the bathroom to shower. Seeing me leaving, Ethan called out to me. "Harper!" I turned to look at him: "What?" His eyes were red with anger. "Let me go if you dare." I was stunned for a second, then gave a nonchalant smile. "I'll let you go, but not right now." 03 After my shower, I originally wanted to go back to my own room. But I remembered Ethan's eight-pack abs; they were so firm. So, I went back to the guest room. Ethan wasn't asleep yet; he was staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. Like a frog waiting to be dissected in an experiment. Seeing me enter, he cursed through gritted teeth: "Let me go!" I shook my head: "No." "Do you have no shame?!" "What exactly do you gain from doing this?" "Didn't your mother teach you to have some self-respect?" He struck a nerve. On purpose. I pursed my lips and said nothing, just silently walked forward. I kicked off my slippers, got straight onto the bed, and straddled him. He frowned and was about to curse me again, but I reached out and covered his mouth. "Shut up and listen to me. "I've known you for eleven years and liked you for ten. I've thought about giving up, but I just can't accept it. "I know you don't like me. People say whoever loves more should take the initiative, so I'm taking the initiative. "I just want you, and struggling is useless!" With that, my eyes red, I lowered my head and kissed him. Ethan's lips were thin and cool, like they tasted of mint. I was already exhausted, but I clearly felt a change somewhere on him. I lifted my head, looked at his face, and smiled. "Why pretend to be some pure, untouchable CEO? You're just like any other guy!" The sounds Ethan made throughout the whole process made me blush, and... extremely satisfied. When I opened my eyes again, Ethan was already awake. But thankfully, his expression didn't show that he had "suffered great humiliation." Seeing me awake, his voice was raspy as he called my name. "Let me go." "No." He looked somewhat resigned and started trying a different approach. "Harper, what exactly is wrong with you? How long do you plan on keeping me tied up?" I counted on my fingers, then flashed a number at him. "7 days." Ethan was completely speechless: "Why are you doing this?" "No reason," I said calmly, throwing on my robe and getting out of bed. "I just insist on staying with you for a full seven days." I thought Ethan would be angry, but he laughed. "This is illegal imprisonment. You know how many things I have to do every day, how many people will be looking for me. If I just disappear like this, do you think you can keep me here until the seventh day?" I stood by the bed, unable to move a single inch. It was true. He was a grown man. If he didn't cooperate, how long could I actually keep him here? "Harper, untie me, and I promise I won't leave." I froze for two seconds, then stubbornly shook my head. "I don't believe you." "Harper, I have very important things to do. You can stay by my side, but you have to let me out." Ethan thought I would definitely agree if he made a concession. But I refused without a second thought. I told him very stubbornly: "Until the police bring people to break down my door, you can only stay here." Ethan knew it was a dead end. His dark eyes scanned me from head to toe several times. Finally, he unexpectedly compromised. "If you keep me tied up like this for seven days, my hands and feet will be ruined. Is that what you want?" "No." "But I have no other choice. I can't fight you off, and I can't stop you, so I can only inconvenience you like this. Harper, I swear on my grandmother's name, I won't leave for seven days." Grandma Vance. I knew how important she was to Ethan. I also knew she was genuinely good to me. When she passed away, Ethan and I hid in a corner and cried our hearts out together. That was the first time I ever saw Ethan cry. "You need me to cooperate, otherwise it's highly likely your door will be forced open by this afternoon." Ethan's attitude was very sincere. I also knew he was telling the truth. The CEO of his company going missing—how could that not be a major incident? I wanted to keep him, but I didn't want to leave a bad reputation behind after I died. I could guess with my toes how nasty and outrageous the media would make the story out to be. I compromised. I threw his clothes at him, then freed his hands and feet one by one. He gritted his teeth, flexing his stiff hands, and ruthlessly criticized: "I never realized before what a crazy woman you are." I kept a straight face: "There's a lot you never realized." He stared at the messy pile of ties on the floor and turned to look at me in disbelief: "Where did you get all these ties?" "Whenever I saw one I thought would suit you, I bought it. I accumulated this many without even realizing it." Well, at least I didn't buy them for nothing; they finally found their use on him. "Why didn't you just give them to me?" I sneered: "I don't make a habit of chasing after someone who acts like I don't exist." Ethan's face turned slightly cold. "So you just forced yourself on me?" I blushed from my face all the way down to my toes. When I was acting crazy, I didn't care about the consequences. But now that I was calm and hearing him say it, I suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed. To get a man, I actually tied him up. But I quickly let it go, telling myself that doing something like this in my lifetime made it all worth it. 04 Ethan was a man of his word. After I untied him, he didn't try to force his way out. He just asked for my laptop. "Are you going to email Liam for help?" Ethan looked at me like I was an idiot. "Is your brain not working right? If I wanted to leave, would I need to call someone for help?" My brain wasn't just not working right; it was completely broken. I handed him the laptop. I had already quit my job anyway, so I didn't need it. Ethan sat on the balcony handling his work, while I curled up on the living room sofa, quietly watching him. The sunlight poured in at what seemed like the perfect angle, giving me the illusion of a "peaceful, quiet life." Except this "peacefulness" was something I had shamelessly kidnapped him for. The afternoon sun was glaring, and as I watched, I felt sleep creeping up on me. I tried hard to stay awake, but eventually lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, Ethan was nowhere to be seen. I jumped up, barefoot, and panicked, looking around wildly. Until I violently pushed open the bathroom door. My heart dropped back into my chest from my throat, but my sanity abandoned me the moment I saw him. I lunged at him. I had no experience, so I just bit and gnawed haphazardly, only wanting to leave marks. My heart felt like a lost deer, crashing wildly against my ribs. I clung to him like an octopus with all my might, terrified he would throw me off. In my daze, I heard Ethan's helpless sigh, and then a strong arm scooped me up. "You're an absolute lunatic, but I like it." Like what? Before I could process it, he bit down on my neck, and then the tables were turned. I was starting to believe Chloe's words more and more. In a man's eyes, love and sex really are two completely different things. Afterward, the thick fog of lust faded, and Ethan leaned against the headboard, studying me. "Harper, I seriously suspect you've been possessed by some sort of demon." Having known me for so many years, it wasn't strange that Ethan had his doubts. After all, I was completely different from before. "Yeah," I nodded seriously. "A sex demon." Ethan narrowed his eyes: "Why doesn't the sex demon go after someone else?" I tilted my head and thought about it: "Probably because you were the only easy prey around." I grabbed my phone to order takeout, but Ethan stopped me. "What? You personally cook to lure me here, use me up, and now you're brushing me off with takeout?" I couldn't be bothered with him. Half an hour later, the takeout delivery knocked on my door. Ethan watched the yellow paper bag in my hand, his pupils contracting violently. When he saw me pull out a tiny box of pills from inside, he completely lost it. He rushed over and grabbed my chin. "Harper! What the hell are you doing? You're taking this kind of stuff?" I struggled to speak: "You want me to give birth to an heir for you?" Fury covered Ethan's face, even the tilt of his eyebrows expressing his rage. His fingers clamped down harder. "You dare to pull a stunt like this, but you're afraid of having a baby?" "You're hurting me!" I struggled to break free from his grip, but I knew he was genuinely angry. So I made up a reason that sounded plausible. "Of course I want to have your heir, but I just remembered I took a lot of antibiotics for a cold a couple of days ago." I frowned at him: "What? Are you hoping I have a kid so you can use it to blackmail me?" Ethan looked away, his voice chilling. "In your dreams, you greedy woman." "Ethan, you don't usually act like this towards me! I forced you, sure, but if you hadn't been willing, I wouldn't have been able to force you anyway!" Ethan was angry, and I thought he would just turn and leave. But he just slammed the guest bedroom door shut with a loud bang. Heh, quite a man of his word. It made me feel a bit guilty. 05 In my school days, I saw Ethan as the ultimate nice guy. Gentle and polite, but also great at joking around. When his family moved into the house next door, my parents were going through a messy divorce. He watched as I was dumped in the big house, and then my parents never showed up again. I sat crying silently on my front porch, and he was the one who handed me tissues and milk candy. Later, he transferred to my school, same grade but different class. From the moment he arrived, he dominated the number one spot in the grade and never let it go. When I was first abandoned, I was depressed for a very long time. He was the one who brought me lunch from home during the day and came over to help me with homework at night. And later, he introduced his parents to me. Mrs. Vance and Mr. Vance were so good to me, often acting like my own parents. Especially Mrs. Vance; whenever we went shopping for clothes, she would always pick out things for me too, and have Ethan drop them off at my house. I felt incredibly embarrassed. But Mrs. Vance would always smile and pat my shoulder: "Don't be silly, Harper. I've always wanted a daughter, and I just feel such a connection with you. When I see something that suits you, I just want to buy it for you." When Ethan walked me home, he'd pat the top of my head and laugh: "My mom just likes you. Just accept whatever she gives you. We know you don't lack money." It was true. Regarding living expenses, those two so-called parents of mine never shortchanged me. It's just that they both seemed to treat me as a projection of their failed marriage, so neither of them wanted to look at me ever again. The Vance family was like a warm ray of sunlight piercing through my darkest times. His parents loved me like their own child. I knew his family were genuinely good people. I also knew they felt sorry for me. But now, I had tied up their son. Did I feel guilty? I shook my head. Not at all. If he wasn't willing, I couldn't have done a thing. When I thought like that, I was crazy enough to be somewhat delusional. Ethan went into the guest room and didn't come out all afternoon or evening. I looked at the table full of food, having no appetite. I knocked on Ethan's door. "Dinner's ready." To my surprise, he opened the door and walked out after just a few seconds. He sat down at the table as if nothing had happened. But he remained silent, every pore radiating a "stay away from me" vibe. However, his mood didn't affect me anymore. Besides buying the pill, I had also bought a bunch of condoms. Deadpan, I held out the different flavors for Ethan to choose from. Ethan lost it. "Are you really this desperate for me?" I nodded earnestly: "Probably." He snatched a strawberry-flavored box from my hand and laid rigidly on the bed. Maybe it didn't fit the mood perfectly. But a line of poetry suddenly popped into my head. "May you gather as much as you please." I worked hard on Ethan, and his movements grew increasingly intense. In the end, he bit down on my ear. "Harper! I seriously want to kill you!" I didn't have the energy to speak. But in my heart, I thought, You won't have to lift a finger; you'll get your wish soon enough. ... After three days of this, Ethan's energy remained normal. He could still handle company affairs remotely with great vigor during the day, and even found time to mock me. I, on the other hand, started feeling unwell all over. So, I kicked Ethan back to the guest room. Ethan leaned against the doorframe, looking at me with a half-smile: "Bored already?" I couldn't be bothered with him, so I nodded: "Bored." His response was another loud bang of the door.
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