Translated by: Jellylynn
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Names mentioned in this chapter (which can also be found in the glossary ):
-向以茉( Xiàng yǐ mò)- Xiang Yi Mo, the female lead
– 纪衡宇( jì héng yǔ)- Ji Heng Yu, the chairman of Ji Company and he suffers from gynophobia
The intense sensation faded with time.
Xiang Yi Mo’s breath slowly stabilised, and clarity was coming together little by little under her black and white eyes.
She raised her eyes and met the man’s dark and deep eyes.
The immense lust in those eyes was as deep as night, burning her heart and making her wish she could hide.
But the man’s arms tightened around her in his arms.
There was nowhere to hide.
The girl seemed to have returned to her senses and recalled how she had just twisted her waist and begged him. She was so bashful that she wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury herself.
She did not dare to look at him at all and lowered her head.
Her face looked very troubled, as if she was racking her brains thinking about why she had acted that way.
Why did she become so shameless…
Xiang Yi Mo looked like she was thinking about something in a daze. The hand buried between her thighs withdrew slightly, and his fingertips tugged at the edge of her panties. He was about to take them off for her.
She was so startled that she pressed his hand down.
“Don’t… I don’t want….” The softly mumbled voice shivered a little, with some seductiveness in her tone that naturally remained after an orgasm.
“You don’t want to?” A half-smile appeared on Ji Heng Yu’s face. His voice contained a fatal raspiness. “Didn’t you say you want it just now?”
The hot fingertips rubbed her flaps.
“Listen, the little pussy is still so wet. Are you not feeling hot anymore?”
Xiang Yi Mo bit her lower lip gently. Her peach blossom eyes were filled with embarrassment, and she was close to tears.
“You, en, don’t… Don’t fiddle with it. I’m not feeling warm anymore.”
Ji Heng Yu’s fervent eyes fixed on her. He let out a long “hm”, containing some teasing as if to ask her, “Is that so?” His brow twitched slightly, and he clicked his tongue softly. “Mo Mo is still so easy to feed. But…”
As he said that, he took her soft fingertips over the area on his crotch that was propped up in a large clump.
“It’s been hard for so long because I was helping you. So hard that I want to fuck you.” He said with a straight face. “And you have to be responsible for making it go down, Mo Mo.”
When Xiang Yi Mo heard it, her face became even redder. It was so red that it was as if blood could ooze out from her face. She could clearly feel the object she was touching in her hand, which was just as hard as he had said.
Not only was it hard, but it was also particularly hot, so hot that she wanted to pull her hand back. “I, I… I’ll help you with my hands.”
Ji Heng Yu looked at her. His fiery eyes fell on her silently, giving her the illusion of being violated.
He restrained himself as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His temples were all sweat as sweat trickled down his jawline.
Even so, the handsome face remained reserved and elegant.
He was silent for a moment.
He said “yes” in a husky, sexy voice.
Xiang Yi Mo stared at the man’s crotch and exhaled a long breath as if she was determined. She reached out shakily to undo his trousers.
After pulling down the trouser zipper, she tugged at the man’s underwear, releasing the swollen rod bound inside.
The rod was thick, long, swollen, and had bulging veins stemming like a red-hot pestle as it hadn’t been relieved in time.
It was completely exposed to the air without its restraints and twitched under the sight of her own surprise.
It was the first time she had, so visually, seen that thing on a man and subconsciously gulped.
After the man called out “Mo Mo” urgently, Xiang Yi Mo blushed and wrapped her slender fingers around the rod.
Holding it for a moment, she could feel the shape of the rod and measure it in her hand more visually than she could see it.
He is really, really thick and hot…
The tip of her fingers touched the engorged glans and rubbed it twice with a little pressure. Seeing some clear fluid spitting out from the bell mouth at its tip, she curiously touched it with her fingertips.
Somewhat uncomfortably, Ji Heng Yu let out an involuntary low grunt.
The slippery liquid stained her fingertips, and her small hand gripped it as softly as if it were boneless, sliding up and down haphazardly.
Finally, her hand was covered in the clear liquid.
It was also smoothed evenly over the thick rod as she moved, and the stroking became smoother.
The palm was warm and the rod wrapped in her hand throbbed.
After several repetitive strokes, Xiang Yi Mo felt … the rod became harder in her hand!