Returning - Chapter 155
Chapter 155: A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
The contract that Xu Chengyan claimed he had forgotten was, naturally, not something Zhao Yu ended up retrieving herself. He sent a secretary to deliver the documents to Huacan, while he took Zhao Yu straight to his villa.
Zhao Yu was long familiar with the routine. Upon entering, she headed to the bathroom to shower. By the time she emerged, Xu Chengyan was still seated on the sofa in his immaculate suit, talking on the phone.
Setting aside his behavior in bed, simply looking at him now, he truly appeared neatly dressed and genteel. Unfortunately, the phrase that truly suited him was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
The call was about business; his expression was serious, his demeanor utterly proper. Yet, Zhao Yu unabashedly crouched before him, reaching out to unzip his trousers.
He did not stop her. While listening intently to the phone call, he calmly observed her actions.
Pulling his still-dormant member from his underwear, Zhao Yu went to work with both hands. One hand gripped the shaft, stroking it back and forth, while the other ventured lower, gently caressing the heavy balls.
The male organ gradually stiffened in her grasp. Xu Chengyan's breathing became slightly disordered, but he continued speaking on the phone with composure. His other hand reached down, roughly yanking her bath towel open.
The moment her bare skin met his gaze, his brow furrowed slightly, and the hand ready to toy with her breast withdrew.
Zhao Yu knew he had seen the marks. Not the fresh ones from Xue Zi'ang moments ago, but the ones Ji Sui had left earlier. Yet, he undoubtedly assumed they were Xue Zhan's handiwork.
Seeing his immediate loss of interest, his unwillingness to even touch her, Zhao Yu could only redouble her efforts. Holding up her soft breasts, she rubbed them against his desire, bending forward to sandwich his rigid length within her cleavage, slowly pressing and sliding.
Xu Chengyan drew a sharp breath. He moved as if to push her away, but only gestured symbolically with his eyes. When she ignored him, he stopped moving altogether.
Once he hung up, he stated flatly, "That's all for today."
Zhao Yu looked up at him with a playful smile, her eyes teasing. "Starting to save money already, President Xu? Is three million too much? So worried you won't even dare to do it once?"
Xu Chengyan gave her a cold, sharp look. "I don't like fucking a woman someone else just fucked."
"Well, I don't like servicing men who haven't showered either." Despite her words, Zhao Yu never loosened her grip. Instead, she intensified her actions, pushing her breasts up to rub their tips against his glans, circling the ridge of his crown several times before clamping the stiff shaft between her breasts again, shoving and stroking vigorously up and down.
Xu Chengyan let out a muffled groan and viciously pinched her nipple. When she couldn't help but shudder and moan softly, a triumphant smirk finally touched his lips.
Shifting his gaze away from the unsightly marks marring her chest, he was prepared to let her finish him off this way. However, barely two minutes passed before his phone rang again.
Seeing the caller ID, he glanced down at Zhao Yu once more before slowly answering. "Something up?"
He couldn't make out what was said on the other end. Xu Chengyan responded with a couple of nonchalant "Mmms." "Figure it out yourself. It's just going through the motions. I'm not interested in the wedding."
Zhao Yu's motions faltered. She looked up at the indifferent man and was almost certain the caller was Zhuang Yiqing.
After being with him so many times, this was the first time she had heard him speak to Zhuang Yiqing on the phone. Compared to the polished, courteous facade he wore for outsiders, he didn't even bother to pretend with her.
His dismissive attitude toward Zhuang Yiqing suited her perfectly. Especially when she considered that the person on the other end was her enemy, and that enemy's fiancé was casually taking pleasure in her tit-fuck while taking the call—it made her feel tremendously, wickedly satisfied.
The scene was strikingly reminiscent of that time he and Zhuang Yiqing had been trying on wedding attire.
Watching the tip of his cock emerge repeatedly from between her breasts, Zhao Yu smiled. She stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked lightly toward the glans. Though she touched nothing but air, the proud, erect organ before her throbbed violently.
She lifted her gaze, meeting Xu Chengyan's eyes clouded with lust. She smiled smugly, a look of pure provocation in her eyes.
Xu Chengyan had also thought back to that dressing room incident. He reached out to knead her full breasts forcefully, then gripped her chin, signaling her to open her mouth.
Zhao Yu mouthed silently, "You haven't showered."
Xu Chengyan stood up, grabbing her arm and dragging her directly into the bathroom.
Zhuang Yiqing had likely only mentioned the wedding matters briefly. The rest of their phone conversation reverted to business.
Xu Chengyan maintained a tone of complete professional seriousness, but his eyes were fixed intently on Zhao Yu, watching as she stripped away his clothes piece by piece, then took the showerhead and patiently bathed him.
She was already completely naked. As she washed him, she deliberately pressed her bare body against his, rubbing seductively. She was especially meticulous when cleaning his lower half, carefully directing the spray onto his arousal, both hands alternating in gentle strokes and caresses.
Xu Chengyan's breathing grew increasingly ragged. The person on the phone seemed to notice something amiss and said something he didn't catch. Xu Chengyan merely chuckled matter-of-factly, "Likewise."
He hung up, placed his phone aside, and casually grabbed a condom, rolling it on. He shoved Zhao Yu's body against the wall, spread her buttocks, and forced his way inside.
When that tight passage was filled to the brim, Zhao Yu let out a comfortable sigh. She glanced back at him, her expression smug. "Three million."
Xu Chengyan said nothing, gripping her hips tightly and pounding into her viciously.
"Take it easy, President Xu. If you come too fast, you'll be losing out big time. If I were you, I'd choose... to hold back without coming at all."
She winked slyly at him, twisting her waist to actively match his rhythm while panting provocatively, continuing her taunts. "That way, even if you fucked me for a full day and night, it would still only count as three million. But then... tsk, tsk, President Xu, at your age, that might be difficult. If you come every three minutes, I fear you'll go bankrupt before you even get bored."
Xu Chengyan sneered. "No wonder Xue Zhan settled for three hundred thousand per time. Can he only fuck you once a month?"
"President Xu is so curious about Xue Zhan's prowess? Well then, shall I go back to him, let him really have me once, and film a video for you to observe and learn from?"
His reply was an even more ferocious pounding. Reaching around from behind, he grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed ruthlessly. His ragged breath sounded right next to her ear. "After being with me, you dare think about going back to him? Try it."
"I'm just afraid President Xu can't afford my fee and deliberately finds excuses not to fuck me. But really, aside from impotence, Mr. Xu has no reason not to touch me, right? In that case, let me calculate. At your age, say three times a week—that's nine hundred thousand a week. By the time you marry Miss Zhuang, I will have scraped together enough to be a small-time rich woman. I can even find some pretty young stud and experience what it's like to be a sugar mama."
Xu Chengyan, uncharacteristically, ignored her jabs about his sexual stamina. Instead, he slowed his movements and asked, "What? So unconfident? You think your charm can only last until my wedding?"
Zhao Yu shook her head. "I have no interest in being the mistress. So rest assured, Boss Xu. The day you get married, I'll roll out without a fuss. I absolutely won't cause trouble for you."
"Someone like you has principles?" Xu Chengyan scoffed, tightening his grip on her waist and resumed his frenzied thrusting.
"Why not? Who says a whore can't put up a monument to chastity?" Zhao Yu pouted. "Don't you rich people also insist on being animals in private, but polished in public?"
Hearing her taunt, Xu Chengyan was stunned for a moment. His lips curved into a self-deprecating smile. He continued driving his hips forward, pounding into her fiercely. Twisting her face back toward him, he captured her lips in a kiss from behind.
Only when he had emptied every drop of his semen inside her did he wrap his arms tightly around her, panting heavily. Beside her ear, he enunciated each word slowly and distinctly, "Using my money to keep another man? Over my dead body."
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