Chapter 22

Her fingers were being frantically squeezed by layers of flesh. Her sudden arching of the waist and violent trembling clearly told him she had reached a blissful climax, yet Ruan Lin was not ready to let the woman beneath him go. His long fingers pressed against the pleasure button inside her body, vibrating intensely—

No! The terror of incontinence made He Lele stop breathing. She pushed against the man’s ravaging hands regardless of the consequences, not caring if she angered him or what kind of punishment she might face.

"If you keep playing, she’ll blow," Mu Wei said coldly, casting a glance.

Hearing this, Ruan Lin finally stopped. He lifted his head, licking his lips with lingering desire. Pulling his fingers out, he flicked her trembling clitoris once more. Seeing her spasm and tighten her flower-cave like an electric shock, a smug smile curled his lips.

He felt much better; calling her over had been the right choice after all. As for the rest, he would feed her well after the film wrapped the day after tomorrow. If she was going to blow, it should be under his whip.

Ruan Lin wiped his hands with a few tissues and began to eat as if nothing had happened. Mu Wei watched the television with indifference. He Lele, slowly descending from her climax, lay limply on the sofa, panting. Her clothes were disheveled, her jeans half-off, her lips flushed red, and her thighs slick with moisture, her delicate body twitching and trembling from time to time...

☆, Chapter 28: Looking in the Mirror

This woman...

Mu Wei swept a glance with his peripheral vision at He Lele, who sat beside him with a blank expression. In half a day, they had made four trips back and forth. After each one, he felt this woman was a bit strange, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong. However, that wasn't the problem he needed to solve right now.

"Did you bring money?"

"Hmm?" He Lele thought for a moment and took out her wallet. But before she could say anything else, Mu Wei had already pulled the car over to the side of the road.

"Miss He, I just remembered I have something to take care of. Can you take a taxi back yourself? Or should I call one for you?"

"...No need, thank you, Mr. Mu." He Lele unbuckled her seatbelt, bowed her head slightly toward Mu Wei, opened the door, and got out.

She wasn't blind; she could see it. Ever since they left the hotel, Mu Wei hadn't looked at her directly. There were no more smiles. His etiquette remained impeccable, but the "respect" behind it was gone. He probably hadn't expected... that she would be so shameless. To be brought to a climax by a man’s fingers while others watched. She didn't want to... but she couldn't control her own body. Whether it was Ruan Lin or Shentu Mo, no matter how she resisted, every single time, pain and pleasure intertwined. She felt like she was wandering between heaven and hell over and over again...

There were two and a half months left of days like this—to be precise, seventy-seven days.

She looked at the wallet in her hand. Her salary wouldn't come for another half month, and she had no money left. Usually, when buying groceries or getting gas, she used the credit card provided by the administrator; she had no cash on her at all. She checked the time—not yet nine o'clock. Shentu Mo usually didn't return to the apartment until after ten... She should be able to make it.

"Between people and people..." Unknown number.

"Hello, may I ask who this is?"

"...Where are you?" Shentu Mo’s voice.

One hour later.

Fifth floor of the apartment, master bathroom.

Shentu Mo lay half-reclined in the bathtub with his eyes closed. His lean, strong body didn't have an ounce of fat; the curves and lines of his muscles were so perfect and pleasing to the eye. But the woman sitting on his waist, washing his hair, had no intention of admiring the perfect naked man.

"Mm..." The unbearable sensation in her body made He Lele unable to control the strength in her hands. As soon as she realized she had used too much force, she quickly pulled her hands away and apologized, "I-I'm sorry, I..."

"Continue."

He Lele swallowed, carefully scratching Shentu Mo’s head, rubbing the foam-filled hair. "Mr. Shentu, could you... first... first..."

Shentu Mo half-opened his eyes. One hand gripped He Lele’s slender waist, lifting her slightly before pressing her down heavily.

"Mm-ah—"

"First what?"

"N-nothing, ah..." He Lele gathered all her focus, trying to concentrate on her hands, on the man’s hair in front of her. But, but—her body, soaked in warm water, was exceptionally sensitive. The massive presence inside her, the edges of the thick head slowly scraping against the layers of flesh inch by inch, brought such intense sensation that it washed over her sanity, making her vision unfocused and her hands uncontrollable.

It had already been... already almost half an hour. He told her to wash his hair, and he just kept thrusting into her like this... Is he... is he in a bad mood today?

Seeing the confusion on her face, Shentu Mo stared into her eyes for a long while before suddenly gripping her waist and turning her around "in place."

"Ah..." My god! Unlike the linear friction, the tightly stretched walls of her cave were rubbed by this sudden rotational force, creating a bone-deep numbness. But before she could endure this wave of numbness, the man had already gripped her slender waist, using her body to satisfy his organ to his heart's content.

"Ah... ha-ah..." Held by the man as she swayed up and down, He Lele wanted to grab the sides of the bathtub, but her hands were too slippery with foam to hold on. She could only fall heavily onto his thick spear time and time again, being deeply penetrated. That large, smooth head entered and exited her deep cervix so savagely that she couldn't muster even a shred of strength...

"Sh-Shentu, sir..." This is... too deep, she won't last much longer!

Perhaps he heard her inner plea. Shentu pulled out his dragon-stalk, stood up, and rinsed the foam off his head and body. He leaned over, grabbed her thighs from behind, and carried her to the mirror by the sink.

"No!" The mirror reflected a woman’s shameful appearance—legs wide open, held in the man’s arms from behind. The crimson honey-garden between her legs was exposed without any cover to her and him. The engorged petals were tightly closed, and the chrysanthemum bud at the base of her thighs shrank in fright—

"Don't!" He Lele closed her eyes and shook her head, struggling desperately, but her mantis-like strength was no match for Shentu Mo’s super-armored vehicle.

"It only just pulled out, and it’s already closed up. Don't you want it?" Shentu Mo rubbed his high-bridged nose against the thin, sensitive skin behind her ear from behind, his tone surprisingly cold.

"I..." Could she say she didn't want it? She didn't know what had happened, but her intuition told her that if she showed even the slightest reaction against his will, she probably wouldn't be able to walk out of his floor in one piece!

"I-I want it!" Driven by the alertness to danger, she finally overcame her shyness and voiced a request she never would have made before.

"Pry it open yourself."

With trembling hands, she reached down, hesitating to touch, but finally, she hardened her heart and pushed the petals apart to both sides.

"Look in the mirror," Shentu Mo commanded. "What should you say?"

Not daring to disobey, she opened her eyes, looking with trepidation at the red giant dragon in the mirror that was aimed right at her dark cave. Her cherry lips parted and closed several times, but she still couldn't make a sound.