Chapter 47

He Lele looked at Mu Wei. Mu Wei didn't say not to open it, so she went out of the bedroom to open the elevator door.

"Ah—" As soon as she saw Producer Shentu Mo in the elevator, he had already reached out his long arm and pulled her into the elevator, wrapped in the smell of sweat and his body scent.

☆, Chapter 49: No Meat in This Chapter

For He Lele, Producer Shentu Mo's bathroom could almost be directly equated with sex. Here, it was always the beginning or process of a sexual encounter, never the curtain call. In the bathtub, under the shower, in front of the mirror, on the door, on the wall, on the cold tiles, there had been lewd postures she was forced to pose, transparent love liquid he dug out and thrust out, and... if this bathroom was a recording studio, she would probably have released several albums titled "Boat, Oh Boat."

In the bathtub, the man's body muscles after exercise were even more prominent and clear, the scorching temperature like marble wrapped in magma, the touch smooth, hard, ironing every inch of skin closely attached to him.

He Lele, who was sitting on Producer Shentu Mo in a shameful posture, almost didn't dare to look at his cold and evil face after he took off his glasses. She only felt that she was like a piece of chocolate that was about to melt, struggling bitterly on the scorching iron.

She tried hard to wash the man's body with a bath sponge, but she knew that the strength of her hands was negligible, because... right under her buttocks, outside the tight and soft gap she closed, his hot thickness kept pressing against her hard, transmitting the 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 carefully, and she couldn't lift any strength in her hands.

"Is it that I have to put it in for you to focus on washing?" Producer Shentu Mo's hand rested on her soft, smooth waist, but he didn't use force to hold it, just rested it lightly, but it unexpectedly brought her an instant itch and numbness.

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

"You... don't want it?" He always liked to start from the bathtub, start doing it when she was washing his hair and wiping his body, often directly doing it in this posture until he vented once, and then he would get up. Sometimes if he was tired of it, he might fish her out of the bathtub, let her step on the bathtub with one foot, perk up her buttocks and lie on the wall for him to sprint into her little hole from behind... or face him, buttocks leaning on the bathtub and hanging backward, arms supporting behind, legs wide open, letting him lie on her and easily use all his strength.

She was most afraid of this posture, because all four limbs were supported very hard, but the only buttocks that could borrow strength didn't dare to sit down too much, because if she did that, his fierce impact had no buffer, and every insertion would savagely break her sensitive and weak flower heart deep in her body, stabbing in deeply time and time again, making her unable to distinguish between extreme joy 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 clamp her legs, and a wet feeling gradually appeared beneath her. She was afraid of the movements he might have next, but... a little devil in the bottom of her heart also told her: admit it, you are also very happy, very enjoyable, no one can resist the wave of pleasure that washes the soul!

The man who read everything from her face bent the corners of his mouth undisguisedly. In the past, fucking women was purely to solve normal physiological needs, even when he was young and just touched women, he was never addicted to sex. For Jiji, Zong Jieran, and this group of worldly friends who liked to roll in women, he was noncommittal. But for him, he enjoyed the pleasure brought by success in his career more... However, this woman did make him enjoy something different. A kind of pure pleasure that satisfied his nature as a man to conquer.

She... was a bit 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 obedience, everything was nakedly reflected on her little face, her soft body, her sweet moans, the whole person seemed as clean as if there were no impurities. She was just being held by him as a woman, bearing his desire, his strength, his embrace, giving everything she could give.

She never took the opportunity to make any requests to him—gifts, money, roles, positions... nothing. If she had to say there was one, that request she had made many times was—"Don't do it."

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

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

Producer Shentu Mo suddenly found that he was a bit unhappy.

Seeing Producer Shentu Mo just staring at her without speaking, He Lele was so scared that she quickly accelerated the movements of her hands—she was really looking for death herself, Producer Shentu Mo rarely "didn't move," but she asked why he didn't move!

"You go up." He didn't intend to do it originally, and now he was in a bad mood.

"..." He Lele bit her lip, slightly lifted her buttocks, and the meat object under the petals also stood up accordingly, letting its round, large head top the concave part between the gaps. She was just about to force herself to sit "up," but her waist was strangled by the man to prevent her from falling.

"... I mean let you go upstairs."

Boom! A red bomb exploded on her face. She even felt that smoke must have come out of the top of her head, and her ears were burning like fire.

"I, sorry, I..."

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

"S, sorry!" Seeing him frown in pain, even if she was stupid, she knew he was holding back.

After Producer Shentu Mo finally let go, He Lele staggered out of the bathtub, blocking the spring light in front of her with a bath towel, the fire red on her face not yet faded—

"Th, thank you!"

Dropping a thank you, He Lele scurried out of the bathroom with her bare butt.

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

At home and abroad, in any movie or TV show, is there any man who is thanked so sincerely by a woman because he didn't fuck her?

See hell! Get my ass back here!

☆, Chapter 50: Play for Me to See

Oh no! Mu Wei's meal hadn't been fed yet, and she was pulled downstairs by Producer Shentu Mo...

The elevator didn't give her time to think about how to deal with it, and soon climbed from the fifth floor to the sixth floor. When the elevator door opened, she really... didn't want to go in.

She wasn't afraid of Mu Wei.

Although 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."

Mu Wei, who willfully played with others, absurdly shirked responsibility, threatened so naturally, and completely exposed his dark side, was a different person from the masculine and generous gentleman she saw when she first contacted him. From Zhai General Manager's few words, she could roughly guess that Mu Wei's family background was absolutely at a height that ordinary people couldn't reach in a lifetime. He had enough capital to be arrogant and domineering. She also knew that the world was like this, the superior could crush the inferior at will, and as an inferior, being bullied and wronged, many times she couldn't resist, but had to accompany with a smiling face and be self-deprecating.

"Sorry Mr. Mu, I'll go change a portion for you immediately—" Standing at the bedroom door, He Lele spoke respectfully first.

Crash! The tableware on the meal table on the bed was swept away by Mu Wei, and the soup and food splashed everywhere, even on the wardrobe next to it, in a mess.

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

Flushed face, slightly damp hair... was this woman going to die if she lacked a man? She was asking him "what she should do" to make him stop being angry just a moment ago, and then went to fuck with a man and came back with a smell!

"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 on the ground, thinking about how to clean it up, "Please speak."