Returning - Chapter 72
Chapter 72: Allure
Warm yellow light cascaded from the ceiling. Amid waves of suppressed panting, it only deepened the night's infinite ambiguity.
Ji Sui, pajamas half-undone, reclined against the headboard. His eyes, brimming with lust, stared fixedly at the woman before him.
Zhao Yu still wore the same outfit from the shooting club that day. The low neckline exposed most of her bosom's spring scenery. With the small motions of her hand, the entire expanse of her breasts swayed. The two round mounds, scarcely contained by her underwear, revealed more and more, as if ready to burst through their restraints at any moment.
"Mm…" Ji Sui groaned low, watching those two red plum blossoms—her nipples—bloom bare before his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.
"Comfortable?" Zhao Yu looked up, her smile radiant as she gazed at him, but her hand never stopped, continuing to stroke up and down his rigidly erect member.
"Mm." Parched, Ji Sui answered with just a soft sound, his eyes once again glued to her breasts.
Zhao Yu smiled, released the thick, long, hard thing in her hand, grabbed the hem of her top, and pulled it upward. The loose sweater landed at the foot of the bed.
Waist slender, stomach flat, skin fair and tender—her breasts, squeezed within the black lace bra, were round and perky. The tips, already peeking from the bra's edge, stood straight, trembling with each breath. It was the ultimate temptation.
Seeing red with desire, Ji Sui wanted to reach out and grasp them, but his whole body was immobilized. He could only pant rapidly.
In her bright smile, a hint of shyness lingered. Zhao Yu licked her lips, reached behind to unclasp her bra, quickly caught the two tender breasts bouncing eagerly free, and slowly brought them to him. Her voice was soft: "Let me use these to help you, okay?"
Before Ji Sui could answer, she leaned down on her own accord, held her breasts to rub along his swollen desire, trapping his thick, long shaft in her cleavage. She worked him back and forth.
"Ah…" A comfortable moan escaped Ji Sui's throat. His powerful waist thrust upward, pumping rapidly against her chest in rhythm with her movements.
As climax neared, he suddenly went wild, grabbed her body, pressed her onto the bed, yanked down her pants, and thrust his massive member between her buttocks.
She cried out in shock, moaning and panting beneath him, even begging. But he couldn't hear a word. His thrusts grew fiercer, each pounding deep into her flower's core, forcing her to scream and sob uncontrollably.
"No… please… don't… sob… save me… Ji Sui save me… Ji Sui…"
Hearing his name, Ji Sui jolted violently. When he looked down at what lay beneath him, emptiness met his eyes.
Yet the slapping of flesh, the woman's moans and pleas still echoed in his ears. Following the sound, he saw her—no longer on the bed but far away on the floor. Still half-naked, still on her knees and elbows being fucked. Only the man behind her had become Xue Zi'ang.
"Ji Sui… Ji Sui save me… Ji Sui…" Weeping like a rain-torn flower, she looked at him and, trembling, reached out her hand.
Ji Sui wanted to stride forward, to wrench the brutally moving Xue Zi'ang away. But no matter how hard he tried, his legs seemed pinned, completely unable to move.
He was frantic, he was furious. He struggled with everything he had to rush forward, but couldn't move his legs, couldn't open his mouth. He could only watch helplessly as, beneath Xue Zi'ang, she screamed in climax, then choked with sobs.
"Zhao Yu!" After struggling repeatedly, a low, hoarse cry finally tore from his throat. Ji Sui's eyes snapped open. The light filtering through the window made him realize—it had been just a dream.
Just a dream. But more real than any he'd ever had, whether the intimacy of its first half or the horror of its second.
He was drenched in sweat—forehead damp, pajamas clammy. But none of that compared to the cold, sticky wetness of the patch below his waist.
This was already the second time Zhao Yu had appeared in such a dream.
That time she had drunkenly rubbed against him, triggering a physical reaction, he'd taken a cold shower to calm his restless body. Yet once asleep, he'd let loose with abandon. He'd known the figure in that dream was Zhao Yu, but she only had a vague outline, like the countless spring dreams he usually had—never enough to affect him upon waking.
But now, even though the dream had vanished, even though he was fully awake, those scenes still flashed clearly before his eyes. Even his cock, having just ejaculated, showed faint signs of stirring again.
And it wasn't just his body that was out of control. His mind couldn't help but wonder: Did Xue Zi'ang bully her just like in that dream? Was she in that much pain, that helpless? Even… had she really, at that moment, thought of crying out to him for help?
Body hot and restless, mind tangled in turmoil—Ji Sui threw off the covers and got up, walking out of his room just like that, in sleep pants wet at the crotch.
It wasn't until he reached the bathroom door and saw the light on inside that he suddenly remembered: Zhao Yu had also stayed here last night.
Yesterday, after leaving the shooting club, she had tried to give him money for the expenses. He refused to take it, so she could only treat him to dinner. After dinner, she wanted to go back to a hotel. Considering safety issues for a girl alone, he had taken the initiative and asked her to stay at his place. It seemed that once this kind of thing happened the first time, the second and third times felt perfectly normal and natural.
The sound of flushing came. Zhao Yu opened the door and came out, visibly startled when she saw Ji Sui standing there.
She had no pajamas, so she was wearing his again. Though loose, her high, firm chest still outlined its shape faintly visible, especially the two points at the tips, whose forms clearly projected through the fabric.
Such a sight instantly pulled him back to everything in that dream—her tender white breasts, her crimson buds, and especially sliding his desire between them as he pumped…
Ji Sui's mouth went instantly dry. Something in his pants began to stir restlessly. Before he could reach out to cover it, Zhao Yu's gaze had already, inadvertently, dropped down.
Spotting her awkward, flustered expression, Ji Sui's face flushed hot. Without even greeting her, he took several quick steps inside.
Watching the bathroom door slam shut, Zhao Yu couldn't help but let her lips curve into a secret smile. This man was rarely this disheveled usually, wasn't he?
Leaning against the wall, Ji Sui took several deep breaths, yet still couldn't quell the heat surging inside him. His heart remained inexplicably panicked.
When he had woken startled from that dream earlier, had he called out her name? If so, how loud was it? Could she have heard him? Now, whenever he saw her, what flashed before his eyes were the vivid scenes of last night's dream. How could he interact normally with her anymore?
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