I was utterly comfortable, continually savoring the sweet fragrance from her lips. That tantalizing sweetness had me utterly captivated.
Meanwhile, down below, I was relentlessly pressing against the entrance to her enigmatic Peach Garden, swelling with pride.
She was already wearing something particularly thin today, so I could clearly feel the warmth radiating from that mysterious Holy Land.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but only when I was gasping for breath did I finally let her go.
The strands of glistening fluids binding our lips and teeth together, coupled with the blush on her petite face, her alluring eyes—she painted a picture of irresistible temptation.
"You... you jerk, bullying me again." Liu Anqi had finally snapped out of it, glaring daggers at me before raising her hand to slap me.
But in the end, her hand didn’t fall.
"Fine, I’ll let it slide on account of this handbag." She finally lowered her hand, though she still seemed unwilling to let go entirely, so she elbowed me hard as a last resort.
Even though her gaze toward me was still full of disdain, it was noticeably softer compared to before.
That meant her impression of me was slowly beginning to change.
Sometimes, women are like that: the more weak you appear, the more likely they are to dismiss you.
But if you assert yourself, you might just achieve better results.
When her eyes landed on the tent pitched beneath me, she spat out a curse and turned on her heels to walk away.
"Hey, you damned pervert! Did you spend all your money buying me this handbag and now you don’t have enough for food? If that’s the case, sister here can transfer you some cash."
"Not that I have much left, but I can give you two thousand."
"From now on, we’re square. Don’t think I’ll be grateful to you; this is what you owe me."
"Also, stop trying to hit on me in the future. You’re not my type, and I definitely don’t fancy men who are blind."
She kept walking while rambling on and on.
And I finally understood—this girl had totally misunderstood me, thinking I was trying to pursue her.
But in reality, the only reason I had done any of this was purely out of a man’s possessive desire.
To be precise, I only wanted her body, not her heart.
Between the two, I much preferred Mr. Wang—women like her, with an ethereal grace and gentle demeanor.
The next day, Mr. Wang called to say she wasn’t feeling well, so I went over to her house to help her out.
Sitting on the bed, I gently massaged her shoulders.
"Mm... that’s nice," she said.
"Xu Tian, could you use a bit more pressure?"
Wang Yaqi closed her eyes, her face radiating contentment.
Our relationship had grown significantly closer by this point. While massaging her, I occasionally leaned down to plant soft kisses on her ivory neck and inhale the scent of her hair.
Even without doing anything excessively intimate, I savored every moment of it.
After massaging for a bit longer, my hands began to slide down from her shoulders.
Taking advantage of her relaxed state, I slipped into her bra, cupping those firm mounds.
"Xu Tian! What are you doing? Don’t touch me there—it feels too weird. I have things to do later, so maybe... maybe we can wait until I finish, okay?"
Startled, she instinctively grabbed my hand, her face flushed with embarrassment as she protested.
With a smirk, I waited until she was finished with her tasks before continuing my invasion.
Just with some light squeezing, those two cherries in my hands began to swell and stiffen rapidly...
"Mm, you bad boy—you’re always taking advantage of me... Mm..."
"But... it really does feel good."
As I teased her further, Wang Yaqi’s lips parted slightly, releasing moans of pleasure without holding back.
Since we were at her place, with just the two of us present, she had no need to restrain herself.
"Mr. Wang, you said you weren’t feeling well, didn’t you? I think you’re just tired. Let me give you a full-body massage to help you relax, okay?"
As I squeezed her softness, kneading endlessly, her enticing moans filled my ears, giving me immense satisfaction.
"Hah, don’t think I don’t know your ulterior motives. Isn’t this just an excuse to grope me?" Wang Yaqi turned her head, casting a flirtatious glance at me before pinching my ear.
Honestly, the way she did that, her expression and tone—it really did feel like a couple engaging in playful banter.