In the private room, moans rose and fell in waves.
The three aroused won, seeing that tongues were no longer useful, stripped off their clothes outright.
At this mont, Lin Fan felt like he was being violated.
The won favored by Guo Baoming were naturally attractive, with figures like Xu Jiaojiao’s—curvy, plump, and oozing with sex appeal. Their low moans reverberated throughout the banquet hall.
"Naughty little brother, sister feels so good... You’re amazing... Give it to ... I want you!"
Xu Jiaojiao sat in Lin Fan’s embrace, her arms around his neck, moving back and forth, allowing her heaving Jade Rabbits to bounce uncontrollably, her low moans like a siren’s song in the night. Her fertile hips pressed back and forth, clear fluids trickled over his abdon, her cries carrying a mournful undertone.
"Naughty little brother, you’re the best man I’ve ever seen!"
"Brother, you really know how to play !"
The won on either side clutched Lin Fan’s arms, placed them between their legs, and ground their muddy Gardens against them. They didn’t forget to embrace their own voluptuous Jade Rabbits, frantically pressing his head against them, surrounding him with their moans like surround sound.
At this mont, whether Lin Fan moved forward, left, or right, his face was enveloped by voluptuous Jade Rabbits. The three won, with their soul-seducing smiles, surrounded him like madwon. Perhaps this was the violation every man dread of, but in this mont, Lin Fan’s heart was ablaze with a hint of fla.
Clearly, this was exactly the scene Guo Baoming had hoped for. He aid to conquer him with beauty, but such passivity was sothing Lin Fan could not tolerate. Steeling his heart, he suddenly pulled his hands back and pushed the two won aside, then picked up Xu Jiaojiao and placed her on the table.
Glasses and plates fell to the floor as Xu Jiaojiao lay on the table, her full body seized with shock, not understanding what he was about to do.
"You want to play, then let’s play for real. Rember, I always play you!"
Lin Fan thrust his hips violently, plunging the Sky Pillar into that muddy terrain and pounding furiously. Then he grabbed the other two won by their hair, forcing them to their knees and to open their mouths. This way, the three won beca his outlets for release, and he could grace any one of them at his whim.
"Well done!"
This sudden change brought a aningful smile to Guo Baoming’s face. To others, it might seem like nothing more than a change of sexual positions, but he saw Lin Fan’s ambition, a rage not content with the status quo. It wasn’t just a shift from passivity to active attack; it was his actual movent in countering Guo Baoming’s manipulations.
"Is this what you call a beauty trap?"
Lin Fan grabbed one woman’s head and stuffed the weapon, just withdrawn from Xu Jiaojiao’s body, directly into her mouth. Regardless of her retching, he never pulled it out, displaying no sympathy nor delicacy, only the joy of conquest.
"Sort of, and not really."
Guo Baoming, puffing on a cigar, casually exhaled a cloud of smoke: "If you say so, it’s only a beginner’s trick. Using won like these can, at best, sway the lower echelons. Control over sexual needs is most effective for those tense with desire.
Like those frustrated fellas in their thirties or forties, give them a woman now and then, and they’ll be eternally grateful, pledging their loyalty. But for you, these are rely appetizers, because won flock around you in droves. These three are just a diversion. The real beauty trap, that’s Zhu Defu’s trick."
"Zhu Dan?"
At the ntion of this na, Lin Fan paused, and his movent below halted.
In his mind, Zhu Dan’s healthy, beautiful, and stylish face appeared.
"Exactly. Who says a beauty trap must be a naked beauty begging you to sleep with her? The ones that truly enter your heart are the demure girl-next-door, the lively young sportswoman, the coquettish matron. These three combined have but nine holes; aside from pleasure, they leave nothing to be desired."
Guo Baoming looked at Lin Fan with a gleam in his eye, knowing his words had struck a chord.
"What could be better than an educated, failed marriage, conservative, and introverted researcher? Only such a woman can truly enter the depths of your heart and qualify as a beauty trap."
"So, is everything about Zhu Dan a facade? Is she just deceiving for her father?"
Lin Fan squinted, Zhu Dan’s image blurring in his mind, her smile taking on added significance.
"That’s not for to say."
Guo Baoming shrugged: "But isn’t it possible that everything is real, including Zhu Dan’s understanding with you? Maybe she never imagined that her doting father would use her as a chain to bind your neck or a candy to lower your guard. The true pawn never realizes they are a pawn."
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