Little Mandron Soldier 17

When the clock hit midnight, Wei Xiaoqing lay still on her bed -facing the paint coated ceiling. She was feeling sleepy but also restless so she did not allow herself sleep. Most of her restlessness came from the fact that this was one of the days Yang Zhi usually came to her to relieve himself.

It was so late, was he or was he not coming? She had the urge to sigh in relief and give in to sleep but if he came in and found her asleep, she was going to get in trouble.

Her eyes were slowly dropping when,

BANG!

Wei Xiaoqing sprang up from the bed like a thief and stood still by the side. She was a little nervous as she watched Yang Zhi walk in step by step with a slight wobble in his steps. He was clearly tipsy.

Yang Zhi stared, with hooded eyes, at the alluring mandron woman before him and felt his body react, "Beautiful." And then he sneered. "If only all of you weren't so useless." Next he unzipped his pants. "Kneel."