Returning - Chapter 11
Chapter 11: Staying the Night
The sky had gradually darkened, the room unlit, and only the two figures in constant motion could be faintly discerned.
Zhao Yu leaned against the wall, her back arched, her lower abdomen sore and swollen, her legs trembling uncontrollably. One wave of climax had just passed, and she could already feel the faint approach of another release.
His shaft was too thick and rigid, every thrust feeling as though it was splitting her entire lower abdomen open. Her tender inner walls were ruthlessly scraped and rubbed, the numbing, tingling pleasure making her whole body shudder.
Fragmented moans spilled from her lips, but the sound was very low, clearly deliberately suppressed by her.
Xue Zi'ang's large palm groped her buttocks forcefully, and he rasped, "Don't hold it in. Let it out."
"Mn…" Zhao Yu couldn't help a soft moan but quickly silenced herself, continuing to bite her lip, her hands climbing onto his shoulders, burying her head against his chest.
"So shy?" He chuckled softly, reaching a hand to the wall to fumble for the light and switch it on.
The long-absent brightness stabbed at Zhao Yu's pupils, making her shrink back, burrowing deeper into his embrace: "Don't… don't turn on the light…"
Colored with lust, her voice sounded exceptionally alluring. Now, with her whole body clinging to him like a koala, she possessed an endearing charm rarely seen in her usual self.
Xue Zi'ang smiled, kissing her earlobe, and helped her stand straight, brazenly scrutinizing her naked body. "You were seen completely the last time. What's there to be shy about?"
Zhao Yu's face was completely red. "Last time you… you were drunk…"
"You really think I was drunk?" Hunching his waist, he thrust vigorously inside her a few times until she screamed, then he slightly slowed his movements. "If I were so drunk I couldn't even see what you looked like, how could I get hard? How could I want to fuck you?"
"Don't say that word."
"Which word?" He smirked roguishly. "Fuck you? But right now, isn't that exactly what I'm doing?"
Zhao Yu weakly punched his chest, then shrank back into his embrace.
Her small hole was stuffed unbearably full, lewd fluids constantly gushing out, trickling down her legs and dripping all over the floor. The wet, squelching sounds of thrusting were incessant, utterly obscene.
His chest grew hot being rubbed by her two swaying breasts. Xue Zi'ang pulled her up, buried his head, and licked, sucked, and gently nibbled on her ample chest, leaving patches of glistening wetness.
Her nipple was drawn into his mouth and sucked forcefully. Zhao Yu tilted her head back, gasping for breath, the increasingly intense pleasure making her forget all shyness. Moans escaped freely from her throat.
"Gentle… gentler… the other side… the other side itches too…"
"Where itches?" Mischievously, he held the tip of her breast in his mouth and pulled it outward, his waist and abdomen driving fiercely, pounding crazily deep into her core.
Zhao Yu leaned weakly against the wall, her lower body convulsing in waves. Her tongue was tied for a long moment before she managed, with a tearful voice, "The nipple… the nipple itches, suck it…"
He smiled with satisfaction, finally moving to lick and suck the other breast. His long fingers slid slowly down her abdomen to their joining, pressing on her erect little clitoris and rubbing it. "Does it itch here?"
"Ah…" Zhao Yu screamed. "Don't touch that… don't… wuwu…"
Seeing she was about to be overwhelmed, Xue Zi'ang's movements instead became faster and faster. Every pull-out and thrust brutally ground across the most sensitive spot—her G-spot—before reaching deep into the passage and roughly scraping the fragile zones within.
Zhao Yu leaned tightly against the wall, her body jolted by his impacts, her two full breasts swinging and swaying. One was still held in his mouth, the other brushing against his face as it shook—intensely pornographic.
Sensing her inner walls contracting faster and faster, knowing she was close again, Xue Zi'ang finally lifted his head from her chest, but the hand causing mischief between her legs still didn't withdraw. Instead, it found her clitoris again and pinched it hard, hearing, as desired, her scream and wail of pleasure, her fluids gushing out uncontrollably.
The clenching walls clamped down on him, making his scalp tingle. Just as he was about to release inside her, he heard her hoarse voice: "Don't come… don't come inside…"
He hadn't expected her to remember this even while shattered by an orgasm. Xue Zi'ang paused, eased up briefly, then quickly withdrew his shaft and ejaculated onto her wet, glistening thighs.
They'd been too urgent earlier and hadn't used a condom. Some semen had certainly leaked inside during the process. Looking at her still trembling body, he said heavily, "I'll go buy you medicine later. From now on, I'll wear a condom."
Zhao Yu just hummed an "Mn," lacking the energy to say anything else.
Xue Zi'ang pulled her into his arms, raining dense kisses onto her lips and face, his hands kneading and fondling her breasts. Only after having his fill did he find the bathroom and carry her in to clean up.
When he'd asked her to dinner after work, she'd said she wasn't hungry and wanted to go home early. He'd eaten nothing either, and after this intense physical exertion, both were somewhat hungry. He simply ordered food delivered directly to her place.
Their naked confrontation in the bathroom sparked desire once more. He pressed her against the wall, parted her buttocks, and entered her from behind, fiercely fucking her under the shower spray until the doorbell for the food delivery rang.
It was only then that he carefully examined her living quarters—a very small single apartment. The decoration was likely done by the developer: clean, simple, with average visual effect. The furniture was all affordable Nordic style, looking cozy and comfortable nonetheless.
During the investigation back then, she'd stated that the money for her car and apartment was left to her by her mother before she passed away. In a photo frame on the cabinet was a picture of the two of them; the middle-aged woman in it should be her mother.
Looking at her features, she shared some resemblance with her mother, but the young girl in the photo looked nothing like mother or daughter.
"You have another sister?"
Zhao Yu shook her head. "She's my good friend. We knew each other since we were five. My mother was her godmother, and her mother was my godmother. But… she's also passed away."
Xue Zi'ang was slightly startled, then stepped forward to hold her. "Let's eat. The food is getting cold."
That night, Xue Zi'ang stayed at her place. Before sleep, he pressed her down and did it one more time. Since he'd bought her the morning-after pill and she hadn't taken it yet, he came entirely inside her again.
Holding her as she moaned softly, post-climax, he whispered, "Tomorrow, come with me to a ball."
"Wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to go?"
"What's inappropriate? I happen to be short a female companion."
"Then… what kind of ball is it? What kind of people will be there?"
"A birthday ball the Chairman of Kuangshiji is throwing for his new wife. It's nothing too important. I just need to show my face as a representative of the Xue family. Don't worry, I'll handle everything."
Kuangshiji? Isn't that Shang Lu's family company?
She hadn't paid much attention to Shang Lu's activities since returning to the country. She hadn't expected that his engagement hadn't even happened yet, but he'd gained a new young stepmother instead.
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