Chapter 316

But no matter what—Lingyu cannot have anything happen to her!

"Miss He, please." Lin Qi opened the door for He Lele.

"... Thank you."

Ten minutes later, Producer Shentu Mo put down the documents and fountain pen in his hand, his ink-black pupils looking at the girl who had been standing quietly at the door since she entered.

A clean but not boring temperament, a gentle and timid, obedient nature... During this period, he had noticed women of this type. Two of them even took the initiative to send him room cards just because he looked at them a few more times, but he only felt bored.

"Come here."

He Lele walked up obediently, lowering her eyes. What entered her eyes was his iconic, cold, and arrogant ink-black color.

Seeing him pursing his lips and not spitting out any more orders, He Lele spontaneously unbuttoned the low-key, luxurious sapphire buttons on his black shirt.

His body was like his personality, rigorous to the point of not allowing a single flaw, strong, hard, and containing the power and ruthlessness to destroy all obstacles.

Casting aside all shame, forgetting all morality, she devoutly kissed his sturdy body and touched him gently. Kneeling between his legs, she did her best to lick his gradually rising desire, swallowing, spitting, every swallow pressing deeply against his throat, letting the throat's uncomfortable swallowing squeeze his sensitive glans. Her tongue, with nowhere to rest, mixed with lewd saliva, squirming and rubbing against the thick, hard meat rod in her mouth, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sucking hard, until... she saw his knobby fingers twitch slightly.

Her hands replaced the service of her lips and tongue, maintaining the excitement of his body without stopping for a moment. She gathered all her courage and looked at his black eyes.

"I know... I don't even have the qualification to beg you. But I can exchange everything I have, as long as you... let Lingyu go."

Producer Shentu Mo's thick eyebrows jumped slightly. He stood up, pushed her onto the sofa chair, raised the chair, skillfully tore off her simple blue jeans and cotton underwear, spread her legs, and hugged her slender, soft waist, prying deeply into her tender, trembling pink hole.

"Uh uh—" Her body stiffened instantly, locking the terrifying giant object inside. Fine beads of stinging sweat oozed from her forehead. She grabbed the shirt on his back, biting her teeth to endure, but didn't dare to show a trace of resistance below.

"So, so big..." Breathing tremblingly in his ear, she knew what she should do to make him more aroused.

"Ah ah... light, no, mm ah—Mo, fuck me... so good... ah ah ah..."

Savage withdrawal and then frantic insertion. Watching her twitching appearance, Producer Shentu Mo increased his strength bit by bit, as if he wanted to smash all the bones in her body, thrusting her to tremble more violently with each stroke.

"Ah ah... ah... Mo..." Even though she was on the verge of physical and mental collapse from the wild possession, in order to satisfy him, she hugged his body tightly, forcing herself to twist her waist, accepting his deep thrusts to the maximum, fighting against the overwhelming stimulation and pain, crying out loudly.

"Mo... I, ah... I, am about to reach... ah ah ah ah—"

"Woo woo... so itchy... give it to me..."

Placing her legs on the armrests, the man's energy seemed endless. The purple-red meat rod thrust in and out between her legs with strength, occasionally pulling out lewd flower liquid. The soft pink hole was stretched to the limit, thrust and inserted by the thick, hard meat rod until it was wet and slippery, and love liquid splashed, making "ji ji" sounds.

"Hand over L, and Ren Lingyu will be fine."

He Lele shuddered violently, her pleasure fluids gushing out as her little cave contracted and spasmed frantically. Feeling so good that even the man could hardly control himself, he gripped her waist and began to thrust wildly, driving into the center of her flower and ejaculating wantonly amidst her collapsing screams.

After a while, Producer Shentu Mo stood up from her, wiped himself, and took a document from the drawer and placed it on the table.

He Lele, who hadn't recovered from the intense sourness and numbness, stared at the document, taking a long time to gather enough strength to close her legs and take it.

This is...

NG's data! It turned out that Muse had long determined that it was L who invaded Muse, and even figured out most of the members of NG, but most of them only knew their codenames.

L: NG manager, true identity unknown, age should be between 25-40, very likely under 30. Technique is very comprehensive, acts extremely cautiously. Has a good impression of female member Happy.

Feather: Entered NG with Happy three years ago, true identity unknown, fresh college graduate, engaged in law-related work, high technical level, worships L.

Happy: Entered NG with Feather three years ago, true identity unknown, technical level unknown, NG marginal person, beautiful singing voice.

He Lele saw that the supplementary materials already listed Lingyu's IP, home address, and family information, and she wanted to tear that page off and eat it, but she knew... that wasn't what she should do.

"You really know all kinds of people." Lifting her chin, Producer Shentu Mo's flat tone made it impossible to tell if he was praising or mocking her.

"... I don't know L, people in NG don't talk about personal information."

"Oh? Even for someone you like?" His large hand reached between her legs, hooking the semen and love juice sliding out of her small hole and inserting it back into the warm, soft meat hole, rubbing the lewd meat inside the hole back and forth.

He Lele shivered and clamped her legs lightly. "L... never made a sound on NG, and, and never said—ah!" Having just experienced several orgasmic stimulations, how could she endure his molestation like this? Her legs were almost unable to stand, and she reflexively wanted to push away his devil's palm, but when it reached his hand, she could only retract her hand timidly, looking at him as if begging for mercy.

"Never said what?"

Not caring about the wetness all over the chair, Producer Shentu Mo sat back on the sofa chair, letting her sit across his lap. His right hand was still playing with her between her legs, causing her to tighten her legs and thrust her waist from time to time, moaning in pain or pleasure.

"Ne, never said... that he li, likes me."

"Oh?"

Producer Shentu Mo didn't pursue the question. After she cried and shot all over him again, he hugged her and stood up, walking into the lounge, holding her with extreme patience and violence one more time, almost missing the 11 o'clock meal.

Whether she was lying or not, he would know soon. NG's server had been breached, and all data was being organized. What kind of relationship she and L had... she didn't need to admit it herself.

Author's Note:

Yesterday there was heavy fog, the flight was delayed, and I didn't arrive until 11 o'clock... These few days I'm visiting relatives, it's very hard to find time to type. If I asked for leave, I estimate I wouldn't be able to type a single word. I'm forcing myself not to ask for leave and forcing myself to type as much as I can. It's impossible to be perfect, but I just want to have a clear conscience.

Happy New Year to the girls! ===== CHAPTER 317 =====