His Dark Obsession

Joy Cooper lay on the cold operating table, staring at the glaring surgical lights. The doctor, with a long catheter, inserted it into her body.

"Inject the sperm," came the command.

"Slowly," another voice instructed.

"Good, its reached the uterus, successfully implanted," the doctor announced.

Hearing the doctors words, Joy felt a mix of emotions. At eighteen, she never imagined that in the prime of her youth, she would take the path of surrogacy. She was chosen among thousands of candidates, but whether to be happy or sad about it was unclear.

Her father was imprisoned, her mothers life hung in the balance, and she needed money with no way out...

After the surgery, Joy was wheeled out of the operating room by a nurse.

Soon, a middle-aged woman dressed in a professional suit approached her.

"Ms. Cooper, the surgery went well. Weve arranged for the best doctors to treat your mothers condition," Lucy Liu, the assistant of the employers family, said. "According to our previous contract, once you successfully become pregnant, you must promptly handle your withdrawal from school to focus entirely on nurturing the baby until its safely born."

Joy nodded, her eyes moistening as she subconsciously touched her stomach. Was this untouched womb now absurdly beginning to nurture a child from a stranger?

And her first time.

The membrane she had never given to anyone was also just broken by the surgical catheter.

Tears silently slid down her cheeks, happiness now seemingly forever disconnected from her life...

*

Joy had thought that after the artificial insemination, she would be able to wait for childbirth smoothly.

However, it failed.

"Ms. Cooper, since the last surgery was not successful, take this time to rest and recover. I will send a car for you in a few days," Lucy said sternly.

Joy was puzzled, "Ms. Liu, is there going to be a second surgery?"

"No! Wait for my arrangements," she replied.

*

As expected, a few days later, Lucy sent a car to pick up Joy from the school gate.

Joy was taken into a luxurious villa.

"Madam, the young master will come tonight. Please clean yourself up; the young master prefers clean women," the villas housekeeper said.

Joy clenched her fingers, nodding slightly.

The thing she feared the most was finally upon her...

Since it was surrogacy, it meant that by any means necessary, she had to give birth to her employers child!

After bathing, the villas housekeeper handed her a set of lingerie.

The nightgown was made of transparent gauze, wearing it was almost like not wearing anything at all.

The bedroom was very dark, with only moonlight filtering through the curtains, creating a dim and ambiguous atmosphere.

Joy lay stiffly on the unfamiliar bed, shivering with fear.

She seemed to hear footsteps outside the door and instinctively wrapped herself tighter in the blanket.

The door creaked open.

She could smell a faint musky scent.

In the dim light, a tall silhouette stopped by her bed.

Her heart was about to jump out of her chest with tension...

The man stood with his back to the light, and she couldnt see his face at all.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, exuding a cold aura, "Are you an adult?"

"Ah?" Joy was taken aback, her voice trembling, "Yes, just turned eighteen."

He was silent for a moment.

"So young!" His voice seemed surprised, seemed mocking.

Joy thought he wanted to back out.

But she had already received half the money, and the other half was still pending.

She was afraid he would suddenly back out, afraid that everything she had endured would be in vain.

Moreover, her uterus had already been subjected to his sperm once, and she didnt mind the additional suffering...

She hurriedly said, "No, sir, Im not young... The doctor said Im in good health, I can do it..."

Seeing him not respond for a while, Joy couldnt help but add, "Im sorry about the last surgery... I was really very careful... But I dont know why it failed... Sir, Im an adult, Im not young..."

If it werent for her mother, would she, as she once was, be willing to humble herself before a strange man?

Joy endured the sourness, hating her own helplessness and lowliness at the moment.

The man remained indifferent, "Ill give you a chance to regret."

"No!" Joy almost cried out, "I dont regret..."

The truth was, she couldnt afford to regret!

Her mothers illness left no room for regret.

The man stood by the bed, and she then heard the sound of him unbuttoning his clothes.

The room was very dark, dark enough to make her fearful.

She clutched the blanket tightly, as if it were her last reliance.

Soon, the mans tall figure leaned down and gently pressed on her...

She smelled the masculine fragrance on him.

It was the first time she had been in such close contact with a man.

He lifted the blanket, not giving her a chance to escape.

"Are you nervous?" There was a mocking tone in his voice, "First time?"

Her body shivered, and she said bitterly, "Sort of, not really..."

"Hmm?" In the darkness, his eyes flickered with a trace of disturbance, "Sort of, not really? Thats a fresh way to put it!"

"My first time was already... during the last surgery... gone..." She spoke with a bit of embarrassment and embarrassment.

Her first time was dedicated to the cold surgery.

Was there anyone more absurd and ridiculous than her?

He paused, leaning over her ear and saying, "Good, still clean."