Chapter 109

"I don't drink alcohol." He Lele looked at the wine glass in his hand and declared first.

"I'll teach you." Ruan Lin opened the bottle of red wine with practiced ease.

"I—" She had no intention of learning.

"First step, pour the wine into the glass." He filled two glasses. "Second step, open your mouth."

"…"

"Third step, pour the wine into your mouth."

"You seem to be in a good mood today?" He Lele asked.

"Yes, so won't you have a drink with me?"

Ruan Lin's face bore an unusual glow, unlike his usual demeanor; though He Lele felt puzzled, she didn't dwell on it.

"... Just one glass, okay!"

Taking the wine glass from Ruan Lin, He Lele took a sip—fine, smooth down the throat—and drank it all at once. Her straightforwardness surprised Ruan Lin; seeing her return the empty glass, he tilted the bottle again toward her cup.

"Hey hey!" He Lele quickly pulled her glass back. "We agreed on just one!"

"Once opened, leaving this bottle unfinished is a waste. Have a little more with me."

"No."

"One glass reduces your punishment by one. That last glass already deducted one—49 left."

"48! You've… already done it once." He Lele pouted, slightly aggrieved.

"Heh…" Ruan Lin chuckled. "Fine, 48." He laughed as he poured her more wine.

They clinked glasses, but Ruan Lin didn't drink immediately—only swirled his glass to aerate the wine. Yet whenever He Lele's glass emptied, he counted aloud and poured her more…

At 44, He Lele felt slightly dizzy. She knew she'd drunk too fast and stopped him from pouring more.

"No more. If I drink any more, I'll get drunk. You haven't even had any."

Ruan Lin smiled, set the bottle back on the wine rack, then held his glass toward He Lele. "Feed me."

"... Deduct points?"

"Deduct two." Ruan Lin laughed.

With the sweet wine still in her mouth, He Lele kissed Ruan Lin's glossy red lips, slowly passing the rich liquor to him in small sips. As the last drop neared its end, the man suddenly deepened his suction, dragging out her tongue and roughly lapping at it.

The rich aroma of wine clung between their breaths; He Lele felt the red wine she'd consumed now transformed into a intoxicating heat rising from her abdomen, spreading through her entire body.

"Not enough…" Having devoured every drop from her mouth, Ruan Lin stared into her eyes and licked his lips with sensual allure.

"I… " No… nothing left.

Ruan Lin took her small hand and pressed it against the hard bulge beneath him. "I've never felt this way before."

He pulled her waist close, pinning her beneath him; the tip of his desire rubbed against her damp valley a few times, then thrust in with a slight force.

"Mmm…" He Lele bit her lip, gripping the firm muscles of his arms to withstand the intense friction below. His earlier cruel play at her rear had left her front drenched and aching; now, his sudden entry instantly reignited the unfulfilled longing in her intimate passage.

"No matter how I hold you, I can never hold enough…" Ruan Lin slowly thrust his hips, watching her slightly furrowed brow. On her face—pure yet seductive—was a strange expression, half pleasure, half pain; her pink lips alternately bit nervously, then parted to release soft, lascivious moans.

Ruan Lin's movements grew slower, yet not gentle—he repeatedly shifted angles, grinding his enormous member inch by inch against her tenderest inner flesh, forcing her, half-drunk and half-aware, to constantly feel his size, his heat.

"Mmm…" No matter how many times, no matter how wet, they were always too thick, making her nerves tense, fearing she'd be torn apart. Yet beneath that fear, the intense stimulation and irresistible friction brought her unbearable pleasure—she didn't know whether to beg him to slow down or to urge him to hurry.

Like slow execution, each thrust was deep and deliberate: when entering, the swollen crown pressed layer upon layer against the tender folds of her opening, grinding heavily against her clit before ignoring its resistance and plunging deep inside; when withdrawing, the crown scraped violently over her tightened clit, over every sensitive, fragile zone, causing her little passage to involuntarily contract and writhe, heightening the man's pleasure.

"Mmm…" So this was harder when he moved slowly? The pleasure kept building, yet her flesh grew hungrier. He Lele subtly matched his rhythm, driven by her body's desperate need and restless heat to the verge of tears—

"Lele… be my woman."

"Hm?" She couldn't focus on what he was saying—she only knew… it was too hard down there, she wanted, wanted him to be like before… "Ruan Lin, I—"

"Want it faster?"

"Yes!" She only heard "faster"—yes, stop torturing her, hurry, she wanted him to hurry, give it to her!

"Be my woman! Lele, He Lele, I want you!" He wanted to hold her like this every day, to sleep with her every night, to wake up to her sleeping face every morning. It was… he didn't know what about this woman had ensnared him, but as long as she was near, he felt calm, at ease—no thoughts, no irritation, no anxiety—only the pleasure of her softness, her comfort, her occasional playfulness…

Only her—only her—saw him as an ordinary man! No ulterior motives in her gaze, no strange expressions, no concealment, no pretense, no self-righteous judgment, no nauseating pretense—she was the only woman who made his heart… feel at ease.

He wanted her! No matter why she'd sold her body, no matter how many men had touched her—he couldn't let her go anymore.

"Say it—say you'll be mine. From now on, only I will make you moan, only I may touch you, only I may enter your body—your mouth, your two lustful openings… all of you, belong to me!" His eyes burned with naked dominance, his noble aura tightly enveloping the woman beneath him, pressing, forcing, waiting for her submission, waiting for her sacrifice!