Returning - Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Video

Zhao Yu had once wondered what a man like Xu Chengyan would be like if he ever truly fell in love with a woman.

Unfortunately, she couldn't picture it, nor did she know if such a possibility even existed.

But she had still resolutely gotten close to Xu Chengyan, whether she would ultimately win his heart, or simply have him physically.

After all, he was Zhuang Yiqing's fiancé, the man that insufferably arrogant Miss Zhuang wanted to conquer, wasn't he?

Anything that belonged to Zhuang Yiqing, she wanted. Whatever could be destroyed, she would destroy. Whatever could be seized, she would seize.

She wanted that woman to be just like she had been three years ago—left with nothing, in so much pain she wished she were dead.

After her shower, Zhao Yu carelessly wrapped a bath towel around herself and sat on the bed. She opened her phone, snapped photo after photo of her half-exposed chest, and finally selected the most satisfying one out of dozens to send to Xu Chengyan on WeChat.

That day in the car, he hadn't objected to her adding him as a friend, just as he'd said—he was playing along with her game.

A man as proud as him, so arrogantly confident that he could control everything... if he ever lost, she couldn't even imagine how beautiful that scene would be.

Not having received a reply from Xu Chengyan, Zhao Yu was just about to take an even more revealing photo when a video call invitation suddenly popped up on WeChat. But it wasn't from Xu Chengyan—it was from Xue Zi'ang.

Zhao Yu didn't hesitate and tapped to answer directly.

Seeing her damp hair tips and the loosely draped bath towel, Xue Zi'ang smiled suggestively. "What a coincidence, I just finished showering too."

Zhao Yu quickly tugged at the towel, covering the upper curves of her breasts tightly.

Xue Zi'ang, however, let out a wicked laugh. "Purposely showing me what's down below... baby, why are you so naughty?"

Zhao Yu looked down and realized that because she had pulled the towel up too high, her lower half, wearing no underwear, was now completely exposed. A sparse patch of dark hair had also been captured in the frame, presented bare and unobstructed before Xue Zi'ang's eyes.

Blushing, she moved the camera closer and scolded coquettishly, "Who's doing it on purpose? You pervert."

"Yes, yes, I'm a pervert." Xue Zi'ang's smile grew even more suggestive, his eyes slightly red, likely from drinking. "Then take the phone farther away, baby, and let this pervert have a look."

Zhao Yu bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly pushed the phone back. "Like this?"

Xue Zi'ang's gaze fell upon the dark patch of hair below her lower abdomen. "Spread your legs."

Zhao Yu lowered her head, not daring to look at him, but obediently followed his instructions, shyly parting her legs.

Xue Zi'ang's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze deepening, his voice low and husky. "Take off the towel too. Let me see your tits. And then... spread your little cunt open."

Hearing him say the two words he usually reserved for dirty talk in bed both at once, Zhao Yu was so mortified she tossed the phone directly onto the bed, leaving the camera facing the ceiling.

Xue Zi'ang chuckled lowly. "Such a big reaction... are you wet?"

"You're the one who's wet!"

"Baby, I'm not wet, I'm hard. Do you want to see how hard?"

Zhao Yu picked up the phone again, and the sight that greeted her was the thick, long shaft between Xue Zi'ang's legs—a monstrous erection, engorged and alarmingly intimidating.

Gripping his member and stroking it back and forth a few times, Xue Zi'ang's breathing grew heavier. "Got rubbed up against at the drinking party, got so fired up. Good thing I have strong self-control, staying pure for you."

"I don't believe your nonsense." Though her mouth said this, the smile on Zhao Yu's face was already hard to conceal.

Seeing her expression, Xue Zi'ang became even more smug. "So baby, you need to reward me."

Zhao Yu stared at his massive organ on the screen, nodded with embarrassment, and hesitantly removed the bath towel, facing him completely naked. "A reward like this... is it enough?"

"Not enough. You need to make me cum." As Xue Zi'ang pleasured himself, he watched her seductive body and issued commands. "Touch your tits. Rub your nipples until they're hard."

"Don't say that word." Zhao Yu's face showed shyness, but her hand was already obediently moving, gripping one breast and kneading it, pressing her fingertip against the rosy bud at its peak and gently teasing it.

"Prop the phone up. Use both hands to play."

Zhao Yu was about to comply when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a message notification at the top of her phone's status bar:

Xu Chengyan: [Slut]

Just these two simple characters were enough to fill her heart with secret delight.

"One hand is... is enough." Pretending to shyly reject Xue Zi'ang's demand, Zhao Yu continued holding the phone with her left hand, while her thumb subtly moved, shrinking the video interface. She tapped open Xu Chengyan's WeChat and typed out a few words, sending them off:

[How could I make you hard without being a slut?]

The phone camera remained steadily aimed at her, and her right hand continued to toy with her own breast. Xue Zi'ang didn't notice anything amiss and continued his command: "Switch to the other side. Play with it for me."

Zhao Yu grasped her other breast with her five fingers, letting the pale white flesh spill through the gaps between them. She pinched the already erect nipple and rolled it, letting out a moan. "Mm... Xue Zi'ang... it feels so unbearable..."

Xue Zi'ang stroked his shaft faster and faster, panting heavily. "Is it wet down there? Let me see."

Zhao Yu moved the phone closer, allowing him to clearly see the transparent liquid seeping from the narrow slit, glistening under the light, incredibly tempting.

"Baby, spread your little cunt open. Let me see."

With trembling fingers, Zhao Yu parted the two closed labia majora, displaying all the pink tenderness inside to him. At the same time, her left hand was sending a WeChat message to Xu Chengyan:

[I've been playing with my own tits for a while just now, and now my little cunt is all wet]

The coyness she feigned for Xue Zi'ang vanished completely when it came to Xu Chengyan.

Seeing her fingers hadn't moved, Xue Zi'ang said hoarsely, "Is your little cunt itching? Touch it yourself."

Laced with lust, his voice was incredibly sexy, and his panting was even more tantalizing. Zhao Yu felt as if her whole body had caught fire, hot and restless. Instinctively, she used her middle finger to rub back and forth along the fleshy slit.

"A little harder. Rub your clit."

Like an obedient student, Zhao Yu completely submitted to Xue Zi'ang's orders. She pressed her fingertip hard against her clit, rubbing vigorously while panting and moaning softly. Meanwhile, she transformed Xue Zi'ang's instructions into text and fed them back to Xu Chengyan:

[Rubbing my clit, feels so good]

This time, Xu Chengyan's message came quickly: [Begging to be fucked]

Zhao Yu: [You won't fuck me, so I have to take care of myself]

A few seconds later, Xu Chengyan sent a photo—it was his hand, with its distinct knuckles.

Zhao Yu thought he meant for her to imagine his fingers while she finished herself off, but then he sent another few words: [As you wished, I'm hard]

He was saying that he was hard. And furthermore, he was using that hand—the one that had twice teased her private parts—to relieve himself.

A rush of heat flooded Zhao Yu's core, and another large gush of fluid seeped from her hole.

Not only because of Xu Chengyan's response, but also because of the absurd and thrilling situation she was currently in.

Although she knew perfectly well that her relationship with Xue Zi'ang wasn't a normal romantic one, she still experienced a psychological thrill akin to adultery. This sensation drove her fingers to rub her core with increasing speed and roughness.

Seeing her legs stretch taut and her lower abdomen quiver, Xue Zi'ang knew she was close to orgasm. He pressed on, matching her rhythm with his own hand, his husky voice spewing dirty talk to stimulate them both. "Push your fingers inside, just like when I fuck you with my cock. When I get back, I'll fuck you. I'll fuck your little cunt raw, okay?"

"Mm... okay..." Zhao Yu pressed her index and middle fingers together and squeezed them into her entrance. As she pumped them in and out, alternating between shallow and deep thrusts, she bit her lip and stared at the screen.

Xue Zi'ang's member was swollen to the extreme, and clear liquid was visibly seeping from the tip. He was probably close to cumming too.

"Don't let go of your clit. Press your thumb on it. Rub hard." Xue Zi'ang's chest heaved violently, his panting rough and heavy beyond reason. "Baby's clit is the most sensitive. When I get back, I'll lick it for you, okay?"

He had never gone down on her before.

Zhao Yu knew she didn't hold enough weight in his heart. Men of their status were never short on women to serve them, but for them to humble themselves and use their mouths to serve a woman was no easy feat.

She also knew he was only saying this to rile her up, but she still found it deeply effective. The mere image of a man like him buried between her legs, licking her cunt, made her tremble with excitement. With a shriek, she convulsed and climaxed.

Xue Zi'ang also grunted and came, the back of his hand now covered in thick, white fluid—utterly decadent.

"I'll be back next Tuesday. When I'm back, I swear I'll fuck you to death."

Zhao Yu was still panting from the lingering ripples of her climax, forced to lean against the headboard, her flushed face tilted up as she gazed at him shyly.

When her body finally stopped trembling, she pretended to accidentally hang up the video call. Then, she used her phone to take a clear picture of the large wet stain on the bedsheets and sent it to Xu Chengyan.

[I came, so much water came out]

By the time she redialed Xue Zi'ang's video call, she had received Xu Chengyan's reply... a photo of a puddle of white fluid on the bathroom floor.

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