Returning - Chapter 42
Chapter 42: The Antidote
After finishing another cigarette in the car, Zhao Yu finally spotted Xu Chengyan's figure through the windshield.
White shirt, black slacks, his pace unhurried, and right on time, arriving at the very last minute.
After opening the car door and settling into the passenger seat, he shot Zhao Yu a sidelong glance. "Threatening me?"
Her slender fingers pulled the just-lit second cigarette from her lips, and Zhao Yu slowly exhaled a smoke ring toward him, smiling. "Didn't you come anyway?"
Xu Chengyan frowned. Although he smoked occasionally, he couldn't stand others creating such thick smoke around him, especially now, with the air in her car being so stuffy.
Zhao Yu chuckled softly, stubbed out her cigarette, turned on the AC to ventilate, then slapped the box of condoms down in front of him. "Are we doing this or not? If not, I'm leaving."
Xu Chengyan assumed this was yet another new ploy she was using to seduce him, but after studying her appearance a moment longer, something struck him as odd.
No matter the tactic, seduction usually involved appearing before him dressed to the nines, makeup immaculate, in her absolute best form.
But now, she wore only a very plain dress, no makeup, and her eyes were even bloodshot. She looked utterly worn out.
Was she really that confident in herself?
Hearing no reply, Zhao Yu took the initiative, climbing over to the passenger seat and straddling him, looping her arms around his neck as she slowly leaned in. "Is President Xu playing hard to get with me?"
The smell of smoke on her was indeed very strong. Xu Chengyan turned his head slightly, but in this close contact, he also sensed something off about her.
Right now, her entire being exuded a particularly dejected air. Though she was looking at him and smiling, her eyes were cold.
Thinking of the two messages she had just sent him, Xu Chengyan's lips curled slightly. "In a bad mood, so you're using me to vent? Treating me like a male prostitute?"
Zhao Yu laughed. "Exactly. And a high-quality... free one at that."
Xu Chengyan wasn't angered. He simply extended his index finger to block her approaching lips, gently pushing her head back. "Being overly confident isn't a good thing."
"Being overly conceited is even less of a good thing." Zhao Yu reached out, grasped the index finger pressed against her lips, and guided it slowly downwards, until it slipped beneath the hem of her dress and settled at her core.
Her panties were already soaking wet, clinging stickily to her mound. Just the pressure of his finger rubbing firmly over the fabric sent a shuddering wave of pleasure through her, nearly making her climax right then and there.
Xu Chengyan watched her repressed yet blissful expression, his pupils constricting. "Don't tell me you have a sex addiction?"
"What? If I do, you wouldn't dare touch me?" Zhao Yu asked with a provocative smile, her hand moving to his crotch, kneading his not-yet-erect member through his pants.
"Reverse psychology won't work on me."
"If it's not working, why are you still here playing the gentleman? You can just get out of the car, you know. I certainly can't stop you." Feeling the organ in her hand gradually hardening, the smile on Zhao Yu's face intensified. "President Xu loves playing hard to get so much. In the future, I'll definitely play along with you properly."
The long, rigid erection now bulged unmistakably against his trousers. Zhao Yu unzipped them and expertly released the straining desire into the open air, gripping it with both of her cool hands. She fondled and stroked it gently.
A low, suppressed groan escaped Xu Chengyan. His long fingers ventured to the junction of her thighs, pressing against her damp panties to stroke back and forth.
Zhao Yu trembled uncontrollably. Her juices gushed out like a burst dam, quickly drenching his hand.
Looking at her reddened eyes and the expression on her face that seemed a mix of pleasure and pain, Xu Chengyan, for once, refrained from tormenting her on the brink of climax. Instead, he pinched the protruding nub of her clitoris between two fingers and rubbed vigorously, instantly sending her over the edge, teeth sunk into her lip.
She was panting heavily, even the hands gripping his erection were trembling, and still felt icy cold to the touch. She seemed utterly sickly.
"Zhao Yu, if you're ill, see a doctor. I'm not a physician."
She looked at him and laughed between pants, her breath fanning across his face. "Do you realize how much more you look like a sanctimonious scumbag right now, with that holier-than-thou expression?"
She leaned sideways, reaching over to the driver's side to turn off the AC and kill the engine, simultaneously grabbing the condoms. She tore one open and rolled it onto him with practiced ease, then braced herself against his shoulders and lowered herself onto the rigid shaft.
If he hadn't been willing to touch her, he wouldn't have come down in the first place. So, from the moment he showed up, she had already won.
He wasn't a doctor, but he was the best antidote she had right now.
Just thinking about the fact that he was Zhuang Yiqing's fiancé, imagining the day Zhuang Yiqing would learn that the man she had always wanted to conquer had been bedded by the very woman she had once despised the most—imagining her face contorted in disbelief and grinding fury—was almost enough to make Zhao Yu climax instantly.
Listening to her suppressed, rapid, and heavy breathing, Xu Chengyan suddenly reached to the side of the seat and reclined the backrest completely flat. Lifting Zhao Yu by the waist, he repositioned her onto the seat, pressing her body down so she knelt on all fours, then thrust into her hard from behind.
When she had been on top, Zhao Yu had only managed to take in the massive head. But now, his movements were swift, his force ferocious, driving almost instantly into the deepest part of her passage.
Zhao Yu shuddered with pleasure, her arms sprawled over the flattened backrest, her buttocks raised high toward him. Without even needing to twist her hips to meet his thrusts, he was already pounding into her deep and fast.
True to form, completely opposite from his usual public persona, consumed by lust, he was like a ferociously savage wolf. Every plunge was heavy and ruthless, as if he wanted to pound her pussy into a pulp.
The fullness when he filled her was pure bliss, the emptiness when he withdrew was sheer agony. Zhao Yu even felt that even that fleeting half-second when he pulled his member out was endless torture.
Instinctively, the walls of her inner flesh clenched, the countless folds gripping him desperately, as if she wanted him buried inside her forever.
Xu Chengyan groaned hoarsely, his large palm smacking her pert buttock without mercy. "Relax."
His voice was raspy, laced with a hint of clenched teeth. Hearing it, Zhao Yu couldn't help but chuckle softly. "So President Xu is afraid of coming prematurely? I forgot to ask—how old are you this year, President Xu? If you're over thirty, your sexual prowess might already be in steep decline, you know."
His response was to fuck her with even fiercer intensity.
At the moment of climax, all strength drained from Zhao Yu's body. She collapsed limply onto the seat, tears and sweat nearly sealing her eyes shut.
After panting for a long while, she finally asked, "Have you ever fucked Zhuang Yiqing like this?"
Xu Chengyan looked down at her with a condescending sneer, his eyes seeming to tell her that her question was crossing a line, or, more bluntly put, how utterly she overestimated herself.
Yet Zhao Yu simply smiled, still deeply satisfied. Instead, a trace of pity for this man flickered within her.
It would be one thing if he saw Zhuang Yiqing merely as a marriage alliance partner. But if he had genuine feelings for that woman, or if he too harbored a desire to conquer her, then it was questionable whether he could ever maintain that conceited arrogance in the future.
Because she was absolutely certain: the moment Zhuang Yiqing learned this man had slept with her, she would never want him again.
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