Chapter 41

He Lele looked at Mu Wei. Mu Wei didn't say she couldn't open it, so she left the bedroom to open the elevator door.

"Ah—" As soon as she saw Shentu Mo inside the elevator, he reached out with a long arm and pulled her into the elevator, wrapping her in the scent of mixed sweat and his body fragrance.

☆, Chapter 49 This chapter has no meat

For He Lele, Shentu Mo's bathroom was almost synonymous with sex. Here, it was always the beginning or the process of a lovemaking session, never the curtain call. In the bathtub, under the showerhead, in front of the mirror, on the door, on the wall, on the cold tiles—she had been forced into lewd postures, had her transparent love fluids dug out by him, and... if this bathroom were a recording studio, she would probably have already released several albums titled "Boat, Oh Boat."

In the bathtub, the man's body muscles were even more prominent and defined after exercise. The scorching temperature was like marble wrapped in magma; the touch was smooth and hard, ironing every inch of skin that was tightly pressed against him.

He Lele, riding on Shentu Mo in a shameful posture, hardly dared to look at his cold, evil, and beautiful face after he took off his glasses. She only felt like a piece of chocolate, half-melted, struggling bitterly on a high-temperature iron.

She tried hard to scrub the man's body with a bath sponge, but she knew herself that the force of her hands was negligible, because... right under her buttocks, outside her tightly closed, soft slit, his hot, thick length was constantly pressing against her, transmitting its extra scorching and stimulating temperature. This terror of having a guillotine hanging over her head without knowing when it would fall made her even breathe cautiously, and she couldn't muster any strength in her hands.

"Do I have to put it in for you to focus on washing?" One of Shentu Mo's hands rested on her soft, smooth waist, but he didn't use force to grip it; he just rested it there lightly, yet it unexpectedly brought her an instant of itchy numbness.

He Lele's body trembled, and the muscles in her waist tightened reflexively, but the next second, a strange sense of comfort rose in her heart because of his words.

"Do you... not want to?" He always liked to start from the bathtub, starting to do it while she washed his hair and scrubbed his body, often doing it directly in this posture until he had vented once before getting up. Sometimes, if he was bored, he might pull her out of the bathtub, let her step on the bathtub with one foot, and lean against the wall with her buttocks raised to facilitate his thrusting into her little hole from behind... or face him, with her buttocks leaning against the bathtub and her body tilted backward, her arms supporting her from behind, and her legs wide open, allowing him to lie on her and easily use all his strength.

She feared this posture the most because her limbs were all supporting her with great difficulty, but the only part that could provide support, her buttocks, dared not sit down too hard, because if she did, his fierce thrusts would have no buffer, and every insertion would savagely break through the sensitive and weak flower heart deep inside her body, piercing deep again and again, making her unable to distinguish between extreme pleasure and pain in the huge stimulation, and she could only tremble violently and scream for mercy.

Recalling all the previous times, she couldn't help but clench her legs, and a moist feeling had gradually appeared beneath her. Her heart feared the actions he might take next, but... a little devil in the bottom of her heart also told her: Admit it, you are also very happy and enjoying it; no one can resist that wave of pleasure that washes over the soul!

The man who read everything from her face curled the corners of his mouth without concealment. In the past, he slept with women purely to solve normal physiological needs, and even when he first touched women in his youth, he had never indulged in sex. As for Ji Jie, Zong Jieran, and this group of family friends who liked to roll in piles of women, he was noncommittal. But for him, he enjoyed the pleasure brought by success in his career more... However, this woman did indeed make him enjoy something different. A kind of pure pleasure that satisfied his nature as a man to conquer.

She... was a little different from other women. She was easy to see through—no, it should be said that she seemed to have never hidden anything. Her resistance, her endurance, her submission—everything was nakedly reflected on her little face, her soft body, and her delicate, sweet moans. Her whole person seemed as clean as if she had no impurities. She was just being held by him as a woman, bearing his desires, his strength, his embrace, and giving everything she could give.

She had never taken the opportunity to make any requests of him—gifts, money, roles, positions... nothing. If one had to say there was one, the only request she had ever made and made repeatedly was—"No more."

In other words, in her eyes, he had no attraction to her, and there was nothing she wanted to extract from him.

His status, power, family background, appearance...

Shentu Mo suddenly found himself a bit annoyed.

Seeing Shentu Mo just staring at her without speaking, He Lele was so scared she quickly accelerated the movements of her hands—she was really courting death; Shentu Mo was rarely "not moving," and she had actually asked him why he wasn't moving!

"You go up." He hadn't intended to do it in the first place, and now his mood was even more ruined.

"..." He Lele bit her lip and slightly raised her buttocks. The flesh beneath the petals indeed rose accordingly, letting its smooth, large head press against the concave spot between the slits. She was just about to force herself to sit "up," but her waist was gripped by the man, stopping her downward momentum.

"...I told you to go upstairs."

Boom! A red bomb exploded on her face. She even felt that her head must have been smoking, and her ears were as hot as fire.

"I, I'm sorry, I..."

"Don't move." Shentu Mo stopped her struggle with a hoarse voice. Her tense body was slightly containing the tip of his desire, constantly contracting, as if a little mouth was sucking on him... If it weren't for the memory of her miserable state the day before yesterday remaining in his mind, he would have swallowed her whole, regardless of whether she had any designs on him!

"I, I'm sorry!" Seeing him frown in discomfort, even if she were stupid, she knew he was enduring it.

When Shentu Mo finally let go, He Lele scrambled out of the bathtub, using a bath towel to cover the spring scenery in front of her, the fiery red on her face not yet faded—

"Th, thank you!"

Leaving behind a word of thanks, He Lele darted out of the bathroom with her bare buttocks flying.

A long, long time later, Shentu Mo in the bathtub was still recalling:

Domestically or abroad, in any movie or TV series, has there ever been a man who was thanked so sincerely by a woman because he didn't fuck her?

Damn it! Get back here, you bastard!

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Oh no! She hadn't finished feeding Mu Wei, and she had been pulled downstairs by Shentu Mo...

The elevator didn't give her time to think of a response, and it quickly climbed from the fifth floor to the sixth. When the elevator door opened, she really... didn't want to go in.

She wasn't afraid of Mu Wei.

Even though he had viciously hurt her body, she wasn't afraid of him. She just... really didn't like dealing with this kind of "spoiled child."

Wantonly toying with others, absurdly shirking responsibility, threatening so naturally, completely following his own whims, the Mu Wei who completely revealed his dark side was like a different person from the masculine and generous gentleman she had first encountered. From the few words of General Manager Zhai, she could roughly guess that Mu Wei's family background was definitely at a height that ordinary people could never reach in a lifetime; he had enough capital to be arrogant and domineering. She also knew that this world was like this: the superior could crush the inferior at will, and as an inferior, being bullied and wronged, many times one not only couldn't resist but had to accompany it with a smiling face and demean oneself.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mu, I'll go change it for you right away—" Standing at the bedroom door, He Lele spoke respectfully first.

Crash! The dinner plates, bowls, and chopsticks on the bed table were swept away by Mu Wei, and the soup and food splashed everywhere—on the bed, on the floor, and even on the wardrobe next to it, leaving a mess.

"How dare you!" Mu Wei gritted his teeth.

Face flushed, hair slightly damp... was this woman going to die if she lacked a man? One moment she was asking him "what she should do" to make him stop being angry, and the next she went to fuck with a man and came back covered in his scent!

"Didn't you ask me what you should do to make me stop being angry? Fine, I'll tell you."

He Lele looked at the filth all over the floor, thinking about where to start cleaning up. "Please speak."