Returning - Chapter 54
Chapter 54: The Discarded Piece
Xue Zi'ang had taken a cab home himself. He wasn't so drunk that he was unconscious. Whether it was when Old Master Xue wanted to hit him, or when Xue Zhan helped him upstairs, he still retained a sliver of awareness.
But his entire state was dejected. His reactions were sluggish, his gaze was lost, and he wouldn't say a word. Even when Zhao Yu helped wipe his face, he just lay there staring at her blankly.
"Zi'ang, are you uncomfortable?" After tucking him in, Zhao Yu naturally sat on the edge of the bed, reached out to stroke his forehead, and asked softly, "Do you want some water?"
Xue Zi'ang didn't answer, so Zhao Yu moved to stand up. "I'll go get you a glass of warm water."
As she turned, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. She turned her head to meet his reddened eyes. "Don't go."
His voice was terribly hoarse, a result of drinking too much. This scene looked a bit like a return to that night when he had found out Xu Miao was getting married.
But compared to the forceful roughness of that time, he was now more like a pitiful pet, his voice carrying a hint of pleading as he spoke to her.
A thought involuntarily flashed through Zhao Yu's mind: Right now, who is he looking at, who is he holding onto? Is it Zhao Yu, or Xu Miao?
It had to be the latter, she figured.
She smiled at him gently and reached out to pry his fingers away. "Alright, I won't go. Let go first, I'll go downstairs and get you some water, okay?"
But he wouldn't listen, gripping tighter and tighter, his strong fingers locked firmly around her right wrist.
"Zi'ang..." Zhao Yu deliberately increased her strength, trying to pull free. "Zi'ang, let go."
The next moment, with a forceful yank, he pulled her onto the bed. As she was pressed against his chest through the blanket, her lips were also sealed by his.
A kiss full of alcohol, forceful and rough, exactly like that time in the car before.
Zhao Yu sneered inwardly. As expected, the same old behavior.
He had promised never to treat her like this again, but clearly, his promises were just a joke.
This young master, spoiled since childhood, who had always had smooth sailing and never encountered any setback other than a single heartbreak—how could he possibly change just because she had cried sadly once, or been angry at him for two days?
"Zi'ang... don't... ah..." When Xue Zi'ang flipped the blanket aside, pressed her beneath him, tore open her clothes, and buried his head against her chest, moans mixed with feigned gasps spilled from her throat, growing louder and more tantalizing.
She didn't know how soundproof the room was, but in such an old building, it probably wasn't very good.
She could only hope these sounds would travel out, would manage to be heard by Xue Zhan.
Even if Xue Zhan couldn't hear, she wanted to use these sounds to stir up more beastly lust in Xue Zi'ang, make him lose control under the influence of alcohol, make him go wild, make him take her fiercely.
"Don't... mm... stop sucking... I feel awful... mm ah... Zi'ang..."
Such coquettish and melodious sounds were undoubtedly the ultimate aphrodisiac in bed. Xue Zi'ang became increasingly excited, taking turns holding her two nipples in his mouth, sucking and licking forcefully, while his large hand reached between her legs, unceremoniously plunging two fingers into her soaking wet entrance.
"Wuh... Zi'ang..." Zhao Yu trembled all over, sobbing and moaning. "Zi'ang, stop it... I feel terrible... ah... don't touch there... Zi'ang, I don't want to..."
Although she didn't know if there was actually an audience, the mere thought that Xue Zhan might happen to be passing by outside, or even lingering there, made Zhao Yu's body even more sensitive. Endless waves of slick fluid gushed from between her thighs, quickly soaking a patch of the bedsheets.
Xue Zi'ang's body, under the influence of alcohol, was also more aroused than usual. After randomly teasing her by licking and touching for a while, he impatiently unzipped his pants and pushed his swollen desire inside her.
Not only can he get hard, he even knows to do foreplay. This drunk act isn't that bad after all.
Zhao Yu smiled sarcastically to herself, her legs wrapping around his waist as she moved her body up and down to match his thrusts.
Like the last time he was drunk, his strength was immense, his movements swift and fierce. Every thrust slammed deep into her passage, grinding ruthlessly against her most vulnerable spot.
"Zhao Yu..." Just as she was about to climax from his pounding, Zhao Yu suddenly heard her own name from his mouth.
Her body trembled, and she stared blankly at him.
"Zhao Yu..." He continued thrusting with powerful, wide strokes, but his mouth, pressed near the corner of her lips, kept chanting her name, "Zhao Yu..."
Watching him with his eyes closed, panting heavily, Zhao Yu smiled indifferently. She clung tightly to his neck and started moaning again, "Mm ah... gentler... ah... I'm... I'm coming... ah ah ah... Zi'ang..."
She had thought that at a time like this, even if he were to call anyone's name, it would be Xu Miao's. She hadn't expected it to be hers.
But even if it was hers, it didn't make much difference. She had long since made up her mind to discard this chess piece. Now, she was just making him play out his final value before becoming a discarded piece.
They say that even if a drunk man can get an erection, he can't last long. Yet this time, Xue Zi'ang lasted terrifyingly long. By the time he finally came, Zhao Yu's voice was already hoarse from calling out.
But he had no intention of stopping. He soon flipped her over and launched a second wave of attacks from behind. Zhao Yu's body was sore and weak, and her moans had shifted from the initial gentle refusal to a more aggrieved plea for mercy.
"Zi'ang... no more... mm ah... Zi'ang... gentle... I can't take it anymore..."
But Xue Zi'ang still didn't stop. Even after he finished, he remained deeply buried inside her, kissing and nibbling on her naked body. Once he got hard again, he tirelessly resumed his thrusting.
Zhao Yu had no idea how many times she had climaxed. She only felt a heavy ache in her lower abdomen; besides the tingling numbness, there was also a faint, painful soreness in her flower path.
Xue Zi'ang was still young and full of energy. Normally, when they went at it fiercely, there were times they'd do it three or four times in a night, and she would be red and swollen down there too. But even then, both their bodies and minds were satisfied.
Unfortunately, tonight, she was playing a different role.
At first, she wasn't sure if her moans would be heard by anyone. But now, after making such a racket for so long, she was almost certain the Xue family couldn't be unaware of the huge commotion in the room. So, towards the end, she directly burst into trembling, tearful cries:
"Zi'ang... no more... Zi'ang... stop... get out... ah... Zi'ang... it hurts... no more..."
"Zi'ang..." She cried hoarsely, her voice full of grievance. "Zi'ang, I'm begging you... don't be like this... I hurt so much... get out, okay? I don't want this anymore..."
Xue Zi'ang, caught up in the heat of the moment, wasn't thinking very clearly. But suddenly hearing her scream so painfully, he stopped. His eyes, clouded with confusion, looked down at the woman crying inconsolably beneath him.
"What's wrong?" he asked groggily, reaching out to wipe the tears from her face, then kissed her lips. Holding her, he murmured, "Zhao Yu..."
Zhao Yu pushed him lightly and whispered, "Get out."
"Oh." Dizzy and disoriented as he was, he was surprisingly obedient. Reluctantly, he pulled his still-swollen member out, turned sideways to embrace her, and kissed her face all over. After fussing for a good while, he actually just fell into a deep sleep, his face pressed against hers.
Listening to his even breathing, Zhao Yu tentatively moved her body, slowly extricating herself from his arms. Once she was sure he was utterly exhausted and sleeping soundly, she quietly got up, pulled his phone from his jacket, and used his finger to unlock it with the fingerprint sensor.
She checked Xue Zi'ang's call log. The person who had called him during dinner was someone named Liang Yuanqing. She had heard Xue Zi'ang mention this name before; he seemed to be a university classmate, which meant he was also a university classmate of Xu Miao's.
In his WeChat chat list, there were messages from many groups, as well as individual chats. After carefully browsing through everything, Zhao Yu understood what had happened.
Xu Miao had suddenly canceled her wedding today.
Many of their mutual friends thought it had something to do with Xue Zi'ang. Some even joked about whether Xue Zi'ang had succeeded in stopping the wedding.
As for where Xue Zi'ang went after leaving home, who he met, and what exactly happened, Zhao Yu had no idea.
She didn't need to know, either.
Without a trace, she put the phone back. Zhao Yu didn't even put on her underwear. She just casually threw on the dress that Xue Zi'ang had torn several buttons off and walked out.
When she opened and closed the door, she deliberately used more force, making the sound of the door opening and closing especially noticeable in the quiet dark of the night.
Just as she reached the stairs, trembling on her weak legs, the sound of a door opening came from behind her.
She turned her head to see Xue Zhan, who had just come out of his room. His room was actually right next door to Xue Zi'ang's. And judging by his neatly dressed appearance, he hadn't slept at all.
Under the bright corridor light, their eyes met. Zhao Yu frantically tried to straighten her clothes. Realizing the buttons at her chest were gone, making it impossible to cover up, she could only hug her arms tightly in a wretched manner.
"President Xue," she greeted, her voice hoarse. At the same time, large teardrops rolled down her cheeks.
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