A night of ecstasy.
As dawn broke, Chen Yang left Ma Xiaorong’s house with Li Yan in tow. Her legs were trembling, the corners of her lips were red and split, and she walked with an awkward gait. Their madness the previous night had been possible only because Chen Xiaoguang was dead drunk and completely unconscious. But a night had passed, and he could wake at any mont. Chen Yang had no desire to et his... fellow enthusiast. That would be awkward, not to ntion bad for Ma Xiaorong.
"Mr. Chen."
As they were leaving the residential complex, Zhou Hao, who had also enjoyed a night of debauchery at the club, was already waiting in his car. When he saw Chen Yang erge with Li Yan, he imdiately and respectfully opened the car door for him.
However, the sight of Li Yan’s awkward walk and the split corners of her mouth left him inwardly shaken. Mr. Chen really is on another level. He plays for keeps. He shows absolutely no rcy, turning Chen Hanshan’s sister-in-law into such a wreck. It’s just like they say: when it’s not your car, you don’t mind flooring the gas or even standing on the pedals to go faster.
Sensing Zhou Hao’s stare, Li Yan snorted softly and climbed into the car, her beautiful face burning hot with sha like a crimson sunset.
Chen Yang pretended not to notice. It was true that in his frenzied, blood-pumping excitent last night, he had been a bit too wild with Ma Xiaorong and Li Yan. He had definitely overdone it. But thinking back on it... it was absolutely exhilarating. An unconscious smile spread across his lips as he savored the endless aftertaste.
"Find a place to eat. After that, we’ll get so rest."
Zhou Hao quickly averted his gaze, afraid of angering Chen Yang. "Yes, Mr. Chen," he replied before promptly getting into the car.
Upon hearing Chen Yang ntion sleep, Li Yan leaned against him and reminded him, "Hubby, we have to go treat Zhou Chun’s wife today. Huishu has called more than once. She’s eager to get better under your miraculous hands."
"No rush. We’ll eat and take a nap. It won’t take too long," Chen Yang said, gently stroking Li Yan’s head. "You worked hard last night."
"Hehe, as long as you’re satisfied, I can handle anything." Li Yan buried her blissful face into the secure sanctuary of Chen Yang’s chest and added worriedly, "Just promise you won’t throw away in the future. Please don’t ever leave ."
"I won’t," he promised. These two, Li Yan and Ma Xiaorong, were like his personal playthings, so perfectly obedient. He couldn’t bear to discard such good won. He could never get enough of them.
Just like that, Zhou Hao drove away from the residential complex. In truth, Chen Yang’s primary goal wasn’t to rest. The Yin Yuan he had absorbed from Li Yan and Ma Xiaorong the night before was simply overwhelming. Thanks to the deep unlocking, his Dantian felt like it was about to explode from the sheer density of the Yin Yuan Power. He hadn’t had a chance to refine it last night, so he had to find a place to do so now. He had a feeling that once he refined the Yin Yuan in his Dantian, he would break through to the next level and his body would be strengthened once again. The thought filled him with imnse anticipation.
He still had to treat Zhou Chun’s wife, the stunning young teacher Chen Huishu. Plus, back at Lin Jingyi’s place, Lin Ruixin’s aunt had shown up with her daughter. He wasn’t sure what was happening there or if he could even go back ho yet. He had just unlocked the ability to be with Lin Ruixin and Lin Jingyi at the sa ti and hadn’t even had a proper chance to enjoy it. He craved it imnsely.
「In the ssy room.」
A sweet, carnal scent still hung thick in the air. Ma Xiaorong lay sprawled across the wrinkled and damp bed, completely devoid of grace. If not for the faint rise and fall of her smooth, fair abdon and flushed, soft breasts, the scene would have looked like the aftermath of a genuine cri.
Just then, Chen Xiaoguang, who was passed out beside her, began to stir.
"Ugh, my head is killing ," he groaned. "Dammit, my whole body aches. I really can’t drink that much anymore. Shit."
He struggled to sit up, smacking his head a few tis with his hand. He despised this unbearable feeling of a hangover.
"Last night... I think I saw a bunch of people in my house," he muttered, his head throbbing. "Hiss... no, that’s not right. It wasn’t at ho, it was at the club. Why would so many people be at my house? And there’s no way outsiders would be screwing this unpresentable slut, Ma Xiaorong..."
Chen Xiaoguang dismissed the fragnted images in his mind. Huh, what’s that sll? And this? Only then did Chen Xiaoguang notice the chaotic state of the bed beneath him, covered in large, damp patches.
"Holy crap, what did this slut do?" His eyes suddenly fell on Ma Xiaorong, who was spread-eagled. Her entrance was swollen, reddened, and unable to close, with a glistening fluid still trickling out. The sight was one of utter devastation.
Damn it, did I really do all this last night?
Chen Xiaoguang glanced at the sex toys on the nightstand, scratching his head as he frowned in concentration. He couldn’t rember anything from last night aside from a lot of people being around. Vaguely, he recalled Ma Xiaorong, who was usually so surly with him, suddenly acting flirtatious, telling him to take a shower and then...
He subconsciously glanced at a large toy nearby, picked it up, and tentatively placed it against Ma Xiaorong’s swollen opening. Thanks to the lingering slickness, it slid in with ease.
So I really was the one who did this?
Seeing how effortlessly it entered, Chen Xiaoguang, who was already convinced, subconsciously pressed the button on the "fake boyfriend."
BUZZ.
In that instant, it began to vibrate and rotate. Ma Xiaorong, deep in her slumber, jolted violently. The unique sensation dragged an uncontrollable moan from her lips.
"Ah... mmm... ahhh... no... hubby, stop it... let rest... you didn’t stop all night..."
After the previous night’s marathon, the afterglow of her pleasure hadn’t fully faded. Her body was still incredibly sensitive, and it would have been a miracle if she could resist this new stimulation. What Chen Xiaoguang was doing now was practically torture.
Hehe, it really was ! I knew it! Only I am mighty enough to wear this slut out so much she can’t even close up down there, haha!
Hearing Ma Xiaorong cry out "hubby, stop" while her body writhed so seductively, Chen Xiaoguang beca overwhelmingly smug. He was now utterly convinced that the chaotic scene on the bed was his glorious masterpiece. Filled with a profound sense of achievent, he reached out to take control of the self-moving "fake boyfriend."
"Fuck you, Chen Xiaoguang! You bastard, are you going to let sleep or not?!"
Hearing Chen Xiaoguang’s triumphant laughter, Ma Xiaorong, who had been moaning in ecstasy, suddenly froze. The pleasure vanished instantly. Thank god I didn’t scream out Chen Yang’s na! That would have been disastrous!
In a fit of rage, she felt the object Chen Xiaoguang had shoved inside her, grabbed it, and yanked it out. With sticky, glistening fluid dripping from it, she flung it straight at Chen Xiaoguang’s face, roaring without a shred of dignity, "Get lost, you bastard! All you know how to do is tornt ! I need to sleep!" It was the only way she could conceal the panic from her affair.
"Agh... damn it, it’s so sticky and fishy... Shit... It’s all over my mouth and face..."
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