Chapter 27

Her fingers were crazily squeezed by the layers of cave flesh. She suddenly arched her back, and the violent trembling clearly told him that she had happily reached orgasm, but Ruan Lin didn't want to let the woman beneath him go yet. He propped his long fingers against the pleasure button inside her body and began to tremble violently—

No! The terror of incontinence made He Lele stop breathing. She pushed away the man's ravaging hands regardless of anything, not caring if it would anger him, and didn't have time to think about what kind of punishment she would suffer.

"If you keep playing, she'll blow." Mu Wei glanced at them and said coldly.

Hearing this, Ruan Lin finally stopped his movements, raised his head, and licked his lips, still unsatisfied. Pulling out his fingers, he flicked the pearl nucleus that was still trembling coquettishly, and seeing her instantly spasm and tighten her flower cave like an electric shock, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl into a triumphant smile.

He felt much better. Sure enough, calling her over was the right thing to do. As for the rest, he'd wait until the filming wrapped up the day after tomorrow to feed her properly. If she was going to blow, it should be under his whip.

Taking a few tissues to wipe his hands, Ruan Lin picked up his bowl and chopsticks to eat as if nothing had happened. Mu Wei looked at the TV indifferently. He Lele, who was still slowly falling from her orgasm, lay on the sofa, panting incessantly, her clothes disheveled, her jeans half-pulled down, her red lips crimson, her legs dripping with water, 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 had a flat expression beside him. Half a day, four trips back and forth, after each trip he would feel this woman was a bit strange, but couldn't say exactly where it was wrong. However, the problem he had to solve now wasn't this.

"Did you bring money?"

"Hmm?" He Lele thought about it and took out her wallet. But before she could say anything else, Mu Wei had already stopped the car on the side of the road.

"Miss He, I just remembered, I have something else to do. Can you take a taxi back by yourself? Or should I call a car for you?"

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

She was not blind; she could see it. Ever since they were at the hotel, Mu Wei had not looked her in the eye again. There were no more smiles. His etiquette remained impeccable, but beneath that etiquette, the word "respect" was long gone. He probably had not expected... that she would be so shameless. To be brought to a climax so simply by a man's fingers while others watched. She did not want this either... but she could not control her own body. Whether it was Ruan Lin or Producer Shentu Mo, and no matter how she resisted, every single time, pain and pleasure intertwined, and she felt as if she were wandering between heaven and hell over and over again...

Such days, there were still two and a half months left, to be precise, seventy-seven days.

Looking at the wallet in her hand, it was still half a month until payday, and she had no money left. On weekdays, buying groceries and refueling were all done by swiping the credit card provided to the manager; she didn't have any cash on her. Checking the time, it wasn't even nine o'clock, Producer Shentu Mo usually didn't return to the apartment until after ten... it should be in time.

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

"Hello, may I ask who this is?"

"... Where are you?" Producer Shentu Mo's voice.

One hour later.

Apartment fifth floor, master bedroom bathroom.

Producer Shentu Mo lay half-reclined in the bathtub with his eyes closed. There wasn't an ounce of excess fat on his sturdy body, and the curves and lines of his muscles were just right, pleasing to the eye. But the woman sitting on his waist, who was washing his hair, didn't have the slightest intention of appreciating the perfect naked man.

"Hmm..." The endurance of her body made He Lele unable to control the strength of her hands. As soon as she realized she had used too much force, she quickly moved her hands away and apologized, "I, I'm sorry, I..."

"Continue."

He Lele swallowed, carefully scratching Producer Shentu Mo's head, rubbing his hair full of foam, "Mr. Producer Shentu, can you... first, first..."

Producer Shentu Mo half-opened his eyes, one hand gripping He Lele's slender waist, lifting her slightly and then pressing her down heavily.

"Hmm ah—"

"First what?"

"No, nothing, ah..." He Lele gathered all her energy to focus on her hands, to focus on the man's hair in front of her, but, but—her body, soaked in warm water, was exceptionally sensitive. The huge sense of presence inside her body that couldn't be ignored, the edges of the glans slowly scraping across the layers of cave flesh inch by inch, brought an intense tactile sensation, washing over her sanity back and forth, making her vision unable to focus, and her hands were even more uncontrollable.

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

Seeing the confusion on her face, Producer Shentu Mo stared into her eyes for a long while, then suddenly gripped her waist with both hands and turned her around "in place."

"Ah..." Heavens! Different from linear friction, the cave wall that was tightly stretched was rubbed with an bone-deep numbness by this sudden rotational force. But before she could survive this wave of numbness, the man had already gripped her slender waist, using her body to the fullest to please his sex organ.

"Ah... hah..." Held by the man as she rocked up and down, He Lele tried to grip the sides of the bathtub, but because of the foam on her hands, she couldn't get a firm hold. She could only fall heavily onto his thick spear again and again, being deeply penetrated by him. That large, rounded head entered and exited her deep cervix with brute force, leaving her unable to muster even the slightest bit of strength...

"Mr., Mr. Producer Shentu..." This, it's too deep, she won't be able to take it much longer!

Perhaps hearing her inner voice, Producer Shentu pulled out his dragon stem and stood up, rinsing the foam off his head and body. He leaned down, held her thighs from behind, picked her up, and walked 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 exposed without any cover to her and him. The engorged flower petals were tightly closed, and the chrysanthemum bud at the base of her legs shrank and shrank in fright—

"Don't!" He Lele closed her eyes and shook her head, struggling desperately, but her little strength was no match for Producer Shentu Mo, this super armored vehicle.

"Only pulled out for a while, and it closed immediately. Don't want it anymore?" Producer Shentu Mo rubbed his high-bridged nose against the thin, sensitive skin behind her ears from behind, but his tone was surprisingly cold.

"I..." Could she say she didn't want it? She didn't know what happened, but her intuition told her that as long as she had 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!" Out of alertness to danger, she finally crossed the shyness and made a request she would never have made in the past.

"Spread it yourself."

With trembling hands, she reached down, hesitating and not daring to touch, but in the end, she hardened her heart and pushed the petals to both sides.

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

Not daring to disobey, she opened her eyes, looking in fear at the red giant dragon in the mirror that was facing her secluded cave. Her cherry lips opened and closed several times, still unable to make a sound. ===== CHAPTER 28 =====