Brak...

A bedroom door was forcefully opened by someone from the outside, causing the room's owner to startle and wake up due to the sound of the door slamming against the wall.

A man stumbled into the room that he had just forcibly opened, and the door handle appeared damaged.

"B-Bulan," stuttered Bulan, stepping back as she saw that the person who had broken into her room was actually Radit Baskoro Herlambang, her own brother-in-law.

He was walking unsteadily towards her, reeking of alcohol. Bulan looked at him in confusion as Radit approached.

Bulan took a step back as she saw Radit continue to approach her. Instantly, a feeling of fear enveloped Bulan as she noticed Radit's unfavorable condition.

"Why are you backing away, my love? You know how much I miss you," he said while continuing to walk towards Bulan, who was now unable to retreat any further as she had reached a dead end with the room's wall.

"B-Brother Ra-Radit, why? I-I am Bulan, not my sister Tari," Bulan tried to calm herself as fear consumed her.

Radit burst into laughter as Bulan mentioned Tari's name.

"Tari, why are you so selfish? Why don't you understand my situation? I am under so much pressure, I am tormented. Mom keeps asking me for a child, and yet you, why do you use that cursed device?" Radit vented all his disappointment onto Bulan, whom he mistook as his wife, Tari.

"B-Brother Radit," Bulan whispered as Radit gently wiped the tears from her wet cheeks.

Bulan was so frightened and shocked by Radit's actions that she couldn't help but cry.

"Why are you crying, Tari? I should be the one crying, as I have to endure Mom's pressure for the next three years because of that damn contraption inside you," Radit rambled, getting closer and now their bodies were pressed against each other.

Bulan could only stand frozen in her place as Radit rested his head on her shoulder, and tears streamed down his back.

She felt as if her body had turned to ice as she saw the man who used to appear modest, mature, and wise now crumbling with tears, which he showed for the first time in their two years of knowing each other as in-laws.

Because during Tari and Radit's courtship, they would often spend time outside and on campus, Bulan only got to know Radit when he married her older sister and moved into the Laksono family's house at their mother's request.

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From Bulan's perspective, Radit was a good man. Even during their two years of marriage with her older sister, he never once disappointed his wife.

But tonight, something seemed to have caused this mature man to cry uncontrollably, as if he was facing a difficult problem and could no longer maintain the strength and composure expected of an adult man.

"Brother Radit," Bulan said, hesitantly reaching out to gently touch his shoulder before lowering her hand to his strong back.

"What actually happened?" Bulan asked again, trying to figure out what he was going through.

Radit straightened up, his swollen eyes now staring blankly at Bulan, who was also looking at his handsome face, which was now wet with tears.

And unexpectedly, Radit suddenly grabbed the back of Bulan's neck and kissed her full lips.

Bulan widened her eyes as Radit kissed her. With all her might, she struggled and tried to break free from Radit's embrace, but her strength was not enough to resist the force with which he trapped her against the wall in the room.

Radit continued to kiss the small body in front of him, now ignoring Bulan's rebellion. The man looked crazy when the passion of desire had enveloped him.

"Ouch..." Bulan yelped as her body was thrown onto her own bed.

Radit, who had been continuously rejected by Bulan, was filled with anger and frustration. Roughly, Radit hurled Bulan's tiny body onto the bed.

Quickly, Radit followed Bulan, who was now lying on the bed, and once again trapped her fragile body beneath him.

Radit once again seized Bulan’s plump lips and suckled on her soft and tender lips.

Bulan squirmed and attempted to resist the assault Radit was subjecting her to.

"Let go, I'm Bulan, not Sis Tari!" Bulan shouted as Radit loosened his grip on her lips.

But Radit seemed deaf and blind, unaware of who he was currently seducing.

Radit forcibly opened the pajamas Bulan was wearing right now, with just one pull, Radit was able to tear the pajamas that Bulan was currently wearing.

Crack…

The sound of fallen pajama buttons echoed in the soundproof room, indicating that Bulan was now half-naked.

Since Radit had just forcefully pulled apart the top part of the pajamas Bulan was wearing, causing all the buttons to come off and scatter on the floor.

Now, only the glasses in the shape of Bulan's breasts remained, covering her front, hiding her still firm, rounded, and tender twin hills.

Truly a sight that made Radit even more blind and frantic with what he was doing right now.

Without wasting any more time, Radit forcefully removed the last item covering Bulan's upper body, flinging it aimlessly.

Bulan herself became even more hysterical with what Radit was doing to her.

"Don't, Sis, I beg you, please don't do that," Bulan screamed as Radit pulled off the last item covering Bulan's upper body.

Indeed, that night was the most terrifying night Bulan had ever experienced.

She didn't know what demon had possessed Radit, he didn't even realize that his current opponent was crying hysterically under his dominance.

Savagely and quite wild, Radit ravaged the front part of Bulan's body, making her body tense and experience a sensation she had never felt before.

After all, during her 19 years of life, Bulan had been a good girl and had never done anything scandalous. Bulan was even on the list of teenage girls who had never dated.

And for the first time, Bulan experienced a kiss and seduction from a man who forcefully took her.

After feeling satisfied playing with the twin hills, Radit now pulled his face away from Bulan's chest and shifted his attention to Bulan's face.

Once again, Radit savored the sweetness of the virgin girl's lips who was experiencing her first kiss from the opposite sex.

"Please, stop, Sis, Bulan begs," Bulan murmured in her dwindling strength, which had started to drain from continuously struggling and resisting, but with futile results.

Because Radit’s strength was so great, Bulan couldn't overpower the man who might soon take away the most precious thing in her life.

But once again, Radit remained deaf, continuously ignoring Bulan's pleas to let her go.

Bulan widened her eyes as something strange tried to penetrate her core.

"Don't, Sis, Bulan pleads, please don't do that!" Bulan exclaimed while continuously pushing Radit's muscular body that was on top of her.

And once again, Bulan was unable to make the man move from his place; instead, he seemed to enjoy the game.

"Ouch, it hurts, Sis!" Bulan shouted again when something strange broke through and successfully breached her intimate body seal.

Something that Bulan had guarded for 19 years of her life was now forcibly taken away by someone who was supposed to protect and cherish her, just like an older brother would do.

Bulan's hand clenched Radit's shoulder, leaving scratches and nail marks as pain and anguish surged through her when Radit thrust his hips forward and backward.

"Oh my dear Tari, why are you so different today, my love?" Radit mumbled in the midst of their bedroom play with his sister-in-law whom he mistook for his wife.

As dawn's light filtered into the room and graced her beautiful face, Bulan blinked her eyes open.

Gradually, she allowed her gaze to drift across the expanse of her bedroom, taking in the familiar surroundings.

Bulan's eyes widened in shock upon catching sight of a muscular figure sleeping next to her, his back turned towards her.

Instantaneously, it was like watching a movie, as fragmented snapshots of last night's events flashed through Bulan's mind.

The moments replayed vividly: the intrusion into her room and the assault by the man she had come to regard as a brother.

Tears once again stained Bulan's fair cheeks as she clung tighter to the edge of the blanket, which lay across her exposed body, trembling as she felt the bed shake – a sign that the person beside her might be stirring awake.

Overwhelmed by fear of the previous night's ordeal, Bulan dreaded to turn around and see the man's expression upon realizing their current state.

"Ouch, my head," murmured Radit, cradling his head as he awoke.

"Where am I?" he mumbled, looking around and only then registering that he was in a stranger's bedroom.

Radit sat up, scanning the room once more.

"Why am I here? Isn't this her—oh no, what has happened?" Radit mused aloud, regaining consciousness amidst the remnants of sleep and the throbbing hangover, which only got worse upon taking in the disordered room and his own state of undress.

Meanwhile, Bulan covered her mouth, attempting to silence her sobs so as not to be heard by Radit, who was now awake.

Her body shook violently at the sound of the man who had shattered her life.

Swearing on everything she held dear, this was the first time Bulan felt such intense fear as Radit lightly touched her bare shoulder.

"Bu—Bulan," Radit confirmed, convinced that the woman lying with her back to him was Rembulan, his sister-in-law.

He was certain it couldn't be Mentari, his wife, since he had personally escorted her to the airport the day before for a trip abroad with her friends.

Radit had chosen not to accompany her, still upset over Mentari's unilateral decision to use contraception without his consent as her husband.

Nonetheless, Mentari's determination to vacation with her friends was unswayed by Radit's reluctance, and she had dismissed his request to postpone the trip.

His disappointment and anger towards his wife had driven Radit to a nightclub, where several bottles of alcohol left him heavily intoxicated, leading to the forgetfulness of his actions toward the innocent girl whose life he had now ruined.

"Bu—Bulan," Radit repeated when Bulan failed to respond.

"Bulan, I—"

"You're awful, brother, why did you do this to Bulan? What did Bulan ever do to you?" Bulan finally mustered the courage to confront her fear and replied with a faint voice.

"Bulan, I—"

"Please go, brother; I beg of you, leave me be," Bulan interrupted before Radit could finish.

Reluctant to complicate matters further, Radit acquiesced, giving Bulan the space she needed to settle herself.

Perhaps, Radit considered, they could discuss the situation once Bulan had calmed down, although he doubted whether Bulan would ever want to speak with him again after what he had done.

Swiftly gathering scattered clothes from the floor, Radit retreated to Bulan's bathroom to clean himself.

It didn't take long for Radit to emerge, now fully dressed, and although he noted Bulan still immobile from shock, he exited the room, leaving behind the distraught young woman on the bed.

"I'm sorry, little sister. I'll leave now, but let's talk once you're calm. Forgive me, Bulan," Radit whispered his apology before departing from Bulan, who continued to weep on her bed.