Chapter 50

Zhao Desan slowly carried her to the bed, carefully performing various forms of foreplay while gently pressing on top of her, only stopping after she had lost herself, limbs flailing in disorder, and cries ringing out without rhythm...

After finishing, Zhao Desan looked at Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan curled up on the bed and asked wickedly, "How was it? Isn't it much more comfortable doing it with me than with Deputy Director Wang?"

Seeing Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan's cheeks flushed pink as she just lowered her head to dress herself, Zhao Desan chuckled and said, "From the video, our Deputy Director Wang doesn't seem very capable. He only lasted three or four minutes at most. You probably haven't tasted the pleasure of being a woman like this before, have you?"

"Zhao Desan, you hooligan!" Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan finished dressing, threw down a harsh sentence, and walked straight out of the room after opening the door.

Zhao Desan had originally thought he could conquer Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan's heart with his handsome appearance and prowess in bed, but he hadn't expected to be met with such coldness. He smiled helplessly, put on his clothes, and walked out of the room.

Zhao Desan snuck out of the 7 Days Inn, looked around, and seeing no one he knew, lit a cigarette. A triumphant smile rose at the corner of his mouth as he reached the street, hailed a taxi, and prepared to go home.

In the car, reminiscing about the scene of having Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan pinned beneath him, he felt the experience wasn't very pleasant. She had been passive in bed, lacking passion. It would have been better to go home to Sister Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Ailing; although she was a farm woman, at least she was quite passionate in bed.

Sitting in the car, Zhao Desan kept reliving the pleasure he had just shared with Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan at the 7 Days Inn, while also wondering whether he should coerce Wen Wen Qian from the Finance Department just like this. He mainly liked tall girls with long legs; although Wen Wen Qian had a curvy figure, skin that seemed ready to break at a touch, and delicate eyebrows, she was just a little too short.

Passing through People's Road, Zhao Desan was looking out the car window when he suddenly saw Ma Lan's daughter, Ma Ting, from afar, carrying her schoolbag and surrounded by several young women with red and green hair in an alley. It didn't look like anything good. Zhao Desan signaled the driver to stop, paid the fare, and hurried out of the car, jogging toward the alley.

Ma Ting didn't study well and had gotten to know some socialite girls who thought she had money and often blocked her to get cash. As time went on, Ma Ting grew unhappy. Having never suffered any grievances since she was small, Ma Ting wasn't afraid of these girls. Standing in the alley surrounded, she even raised her eyebrows, looking relaxed.

When Zhao Desan got close, he called out to her, "Ma Ting."

Ma Ting and the few socialite girls turned their heads to look at the same time. Ma Ting's previous relaxed expression had actually been faked. Upon seeing Zhao Desan, her savior, she was so excited she almost cried tears of joy. She wanted to get out of the circle, but they kept moving their feet to block her, and she couldn't get out.

Zhao Desan walked over, put on a fierce look, and said sternly, "Let her out! You don't want to keep living, do you!"

The red-haired girl took a puff of her cigarette, blew a smoke ring, and laughed provocatively, "Stinky brat! Stop meddling in other people's business, damn it! Get lost!"

Zhao Desan pointed at her, pushed the others aside, walked up, and said angrily, "Say that again, damn it! Do you believe I'll beat you to a pulp!"

Seeing this tall, sturdy young man rush up to her, the red-haired girl lost her nerve and didn't dare to make a sound. Another green-haired girl raised her eyebrows and asked, "Brother, who are you with? You'd better stay out of our business!"

Zhao Desan turned and rushed up to her, grabbed her hair, and delivered several crisp, loud slaps, saying angrily, "You're learning to hang out in the streets, damn it? Threatening me? When I was out cutting people, you bunch of stinky bitches were still playing with urine and mud! Fuck your mother! Get lost now!"

Ma Ting stood to the side, almost crying with joy, looking at the imposing Zhao Desan; her naive young girl's heart was dying of love for him.

The green-haired girl, having been slapped by Zhao Desan, covered her face and suddenly rushed up to fight. Zhao Desan raised a foot and kicked her three meters away. She lay on the ground, clutching her stomach in pain, unable to get up. Zhao Desan turned to look at the others, a cold sneer on his lips, and threatened, "Do you few want to try it too? Let me tell you! You little hoodlums! I'm from the Municipal Committee. Don't think about finding some big brother to take revenge or anything; be careful or I'll wipe you out root and branch! Get lost now!"

Upon hearing that he was from the Municipal Committee, the few socialite girls hurriedly helped up the green-haired girl whom Zhao Desan had kicked to the ground, and they scrambled out of the alley one after another.

Seeing those people beaten away by Zhao Desan, Ma Ting cried with joy and threw herself into Zhao Desan's arms. The unique vitality of the young girl made Zhao Desan feel a bit flustered and confused; breathing it in, he felt intoxicated in his heart.

Zhao Desan reached out to tentatively wrap his arms around Ma Ting's thin back, gently stroking her to soothe her, "Alright, go back quickly, otherwise they might bring people back later."

Ma Ting cried aggrievedly, saying, "It's lucky you came, otherwise I would have been beaten today."

Seventeen-year-old Ma Ting burrowed into the arms of twenty-three-year-old Zhao Desan, hugging his waist tightly, her body pressed close to him. The young girl's not-yet-fully-developed breasts pressed against Zhao Desan, feeling small like two steamed buns, hard and firm.

"Let's go, go back quickly, I'll see you home."

Zhao Desan didn't dare stay in the alley for long. He let her go, put his arm around Ma Ting's shoulder, and led the sobbing Ma Ting out of the alley. He hailed a taxi on the street and got in. Ma Ting leaned against his sturdy shoulder the whole time, feeling warm inside.

With her heart stirred and her virginity already taken by Zhao Desan, Ma Ting secretly began to like this tall, handsome, and imposing boy.

"You were so amazing just now, you scared them, haha."

Thinking of the scene just now, Ma Ting looked up at Zhao Desan with admiration, smiling brightly.

"If I didn't teach them a lesson, how would they know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth! You should study hard in the future and stop associating with those people in society; it's not good for you!"

Zhao Desan spoke to her with the care of an older brother, reaching out to stroke Ma Ting's smooth, tender cheek. Ma Ting leaned her head against his arm, willingly letting Zhao Desan stroke her like this, feeling very happy, as if she had found a safe reliance.

Zhao Desan, however, had other thoughts in his heart. That night at the hotel, Ma Ting had been drunk, and he had stripped her naked. Her delicate, unopened jade body had lain there, letting him do as he pleased, but doing it that way hadn't felt very comfortable, and it hadn't achieved the effect he wanted. He liked women to be a bit crazier and more active during their intimate moments; the wilder, the more exciting. Zhao Desan glanced down at the fresh young girl in his arms who was only seventeen. Her skin was as white as the roots of a scallion; it was truly tender and moist, ready to break at a touch, making Zhao Desan feel a bit itchy inside. His hand, which was around Ma Ting's shoulder, slowly stroked her arm and actually moved up to her neckline, his middle finger touching her fair neck and tracing it lightly, which felt like an electric shock—very satisfying.

Ma Ting noticed his finger had changed places and was touching her skin, but she had developed a heroic love for Zhao Desan, and even more so, she thought of how she had been drunk that night and Zhao Desan had pressed on her and entered her body, losing her first time to him. So, she let him stroke her, even raising her eyelids and looking at him with a naive smile unique to a young girl. Zhao Desan was actually made to feel a bit numb by her pure, innocent gaze, feeling embarrassed, so he stopped.

A sweet smile played on the corners of Ma Ting's mouth as she said, "How about we don't go back, okay? I don't want to go back; I want to be with you."

Zhao Desan worried that those girls might find someone, so he said, "No, I have to safely deliver you home to your mother!"

She said quite disappointedly, "Pfft! I'm not a child anymore; do I need my mother to manage everything for me!"

Zhao Desan chuckled and said, "Then don't cry just now! If I hadn't come, let's see what you would have done! Delivering you home is my responsibility; I'm seeing this through to the end!"

Ma Ting pouted and said, "If you hadn't appeared, at worst I would have just been beaten up by them!"