Chapter 144

☆, (7 Fresh Coins) Chapter 152: Indescribable

Kneeling on the large bed, her wrists tightly gripped by the man and pressed above her head, a purple-red thick rod was pumping at high speed into her chrysanthemum-cave, following the man’s low gasps. And the flower-cave in front was not spared by him either; three fingers constantly changed angles, rotating, hooking, digging, stabbing deep, and striking wildly, bullying the wet, slippery, hot, shy flower.

Her body was unbearably hot from the inside out, her skin covered in fine beads of fragrant sweat. Her long, disheveled hair seemed to have been soaked through by sweat, sticking stickily to her shoulders and sweat-dampened back, with a few strands hooked beside her cheeks, sliding gently across her face with the force of the impacts.

"*Uh un*—"

A wild wave of desire spread from the two little caves he was ravaging, contrary to her reason...

He was right; he was indeed a vibrator that could make her wish she were dead.

The torture for most of the night had caused the stubbornness that originally supported He Lele to subside. Her hands, feet, buttocks, waist, back, and even her neck—every part of her body was aching from the prolonged twitching and cramping, making her want to faint. Now, she had only one question—

May I ask... what brand of battery does this vibrator of his use?

September 17th, 5:00 AM.

He Lele suddenly opened her eyes, her consciousness so clear that even she felt surprised.

Did I have... a nightmare?

She turned her head to look beside her—Jiejie’s handsome eyebrows furrowed from time to time, as if he were sleeping very uneasily. His straight nose had a beautiful and eye-catching shape, making him look very elegant and handsome, his slightly pointed chin, his pale pink lips... He must have had a very beautiful mother, right?

He Lele moved her fingers, just lifting them from the sheets, but her hands were already trembling uncontrollably—she had brought this on herself. Clearly, from the first moment she saw this man, she could see he was a proud, self-centered, favored son of heaven who had lived a smooth life; why did she have to poke at the only sore spot in his bones?

Hand, you are fine, you are strong, very steady, lift up.

Arm, you are flexible, this little soreness is nothing to you, you are not tired at all.

He Lele, you are very good right now, very good, just a little bit tired, nothing serious. Stand up, stand steady, stand straight! Yes, you can walk very steadily and naturally. Take your things and leave here; you still have things to do.

Concentrating all her energy on self-hypnosis, He Lele tried to put on her underwear, but her arms really couldn't reach behind her to fasten the clasp. She could only put on her shirt, hold her bra in her hand, and slowly but firmly leave this bedroom that many women, and even many actresses, wanted to reach but couldn't.

Behind her, a pair of eyes overflowing with brilliant light in the darkness were gazing at her with infinite complexity.

Is she... sent by heaven to torture him?

Jiejie watched the direction she disappeared in, lying quietly on the bed, the tip of his nose still lingering with her faint body scent and the smell of lust. Every breath seemed to inhale her scent into his heart, lungs, and bones, melting it into his own flesh and blood.

Love and hate intertwined.

...Having rolled in the pleasure circles for so many years, tossing and turning in the world of color and sound, laughing at the love, desire, and obsession between men and women, he had always been free in the sea of love. For him, women were a part of enjoying life—women of various styles, or enchanting, or arrogant, or generous, with distinct personalities, passionate or shy lips, graceful and lewd waists—now that he thought about it, why did it seem like something from a long time ago?

Because of her?

A woman... who made his body lose control and his brain slow down? A woman who saw through him at a glance and humiliated him fiercely? A woman he couldn't figure out, couldn't guess, couldn't hold enough of, hated to death, and yet... wanted to death?

A woman who treated him like dirt.

Damn it, he was just being cheap!

After sleeping with all kinds of top-tier women, in the end, he actually fell in love with a... an indescribable woman...

Indescribable. This reminded him of a friend of his father’s, a man of a different generation. Like him, he was a professional agent, but that man didn't have exclusive artists; he just acted as an intermediary to help artists from various countries open up the global market, so his footprints in hunting for beauty were also all over the world. But five years ago, that top-tier playboy retired. When he met him the year before last, it was exactly when he was most keen on playing in the pleasure circles. Out of curiosity, he asked him the reason for his retirement.

"Retire? Who said I retired?"

"..." He raised his eyebrows at the time, noncommittal.

The man smiled. "Hunting for beauty is the instinct of most male animals, and humans are even more so. As a man, having no desire to hunt for beauty only means that he is no longer capable down there."

"Oh?" He glanced at the man’s lower body with a wicked interest.

"You brat!" The man laughed and patted his head. "...I know what the outside world says. They say I’m like the male lead in those chick flicks, played out and settled down, looking for a woman to live the rest of my life in peace? *Hahahaha*... How could someone who is used to eating all kinds of delicacies be satisfied with something bland? Unless..."

Writer’s Words:

Doll sister is right! Except for Mu Wei, the others all want Lele to be their mistress... It is precisely because of this that their current hostility toward each other is not strong. And when they are completely unable to let go, *hehe*, at that time, their biggest problem won't be each other, but that Lele doesn't care about them at all! *Wahahahahaha!*

Love you all!!! Thank you sisters for your hot love!

☆, (7 Fresh Coins) Chapter 153: Easily Breaking the Cocoon

"Unless what?"

"Unless... there is a delicacy that is more delicious, more intoxicating, more addictive, and even more habit-forming than all the food in the world combined!"

"—This kind of thing obviously doesn't exist." He interjected.

"*Heh*... It has always existed, but playboys usually never encounter it in their lifetime. Even if they do, they easily miss it because of past habits. Moreover, there are plenty of other men who would use everything to cherish such a woman. Playboys can't compete and can't get what they want, so the vast majority of playboys remain playboys forever."

"Then what about you? Didn't you turn back from being a playboy?"

"Me? There aren't many playboys in this world who can have my luck. I—encountered the best woman in the world, a beauty I will spend my whole life hunting."