Just like a beautiful butterfly coming out of a caterpillar, Han Luo came out after John Lu's disguise was taken off. One by one, her clothes fell on the ground. The noises of panting and moaning filled the room.
Han Luo pushed his chest and spoke in a quivering voice, "…You… shouldn't be doing this…"
Mo Yuan's lips were trailing her neck and captured her pink mound. His right hand was playing with the other breast. His other hand was circling around her waist. Despite his lips being busy nibbling her, he asked, "Is this how you are going to run away? Just like you did on Saturday?"
As if electricity ran through her nerves, Han Luo shuddered in the familiar sensation. Her body began to heat up. A whimper escaped her mouth. "I can't believe you still remember that?" she sulked.
"My future wife says she has accepted my proposal to give me a face in front of my friend. How am I supposed to feel at a time like this?" Mo Yuan took her small fruit in between his teeth and pulled it as a punishment.
For two nights, he was thinking about how to punish her. Yesterday, he came up with a plan and called Roosevelt to give John Lu aka Han Luo the new project they were going to launch. After seeing her today at his office, he couldn't control himself anymore and attacked her.
The pain and pleasure caused her head to become black for a few seconds. She pitifully defended herself, "If I didn't say it then big brother Ming would fight with you!"
"Don't say another man's name when I'm with you," Mo Yuan warned her. He pulled away from her swollen nipple and blocked her mouth.
"Hng!" The tender sensation felt good. Han Luo closed her eyes. Her fingers clutched his tuxedo tightly.
Mo Yuan licked her lips several times and prompted her to open her mouth. After that, he violated inside her mouth with his tongue.
He inserted his saliva with all his might and in a rush, she swallowed it. At the same time, his tongue squirmed around freely in her mouth and tangled itself with hers. In response, she also moved her own tongue.
Just when she began to enjoy his feverish kiss, he broke the kiss. She didn't have the time to feel confused. He lightly traced the center of her other breast with a finger.
Just when her nipple was getting hard, he paused touching it, and only circled around her mold. Han Luo's head started to clear when she didn't get what she was anticipating.
She found his action strange. Other times, he would drive her nuts with his foreplay. Today, it seemed different. Before she could feel the immense pleasure, his movement came to a halt.
Her doubt became reality when pinched and assaulted the other mound. When she was at the peak of getting pleasure, he stopped.
Tears rolled from Han Luo's eyes. She never felt so miserable before. She felt wronged.
Mo Yuan was mean to her before when he was angry. But this time he really changed his tactic. He must be furious because of her lies to please Han Sheng Ming.
But wasn't it too much to punish her like this – that's what she was thinking.
"Meanie…" she sobbed and complained pitifully. Her clear eyes looked like black pearls in the big ocean. They were clearly accusing him because of his tyranny.
Mo Yuan slowly licked his lips and inquired, "Are you unsatisfied? Tell me, what do you need, or I won't understand."
Han Luo's face was flushed. She didn't want to admit and yet her body was craving for his affection. She looked away and stubbornly stayed quiet. She didn't want to lose to him, not today.
Mo Yuan's dark eyes dangerously narrowed. 'You don't want to break, I will break you,' he thought. His fingertips traveled over her skin. He sensed her quivering even though she was acting willfully.
He looked down and observed for a while before smirking. "Ah Luo, are you feeling good?"
"I'm not." Han Luo shook her head. Although she could feel something itching and twitching in between her legs, she would rather die than agree to his claim.
Upon hearing her answer, Mo Yuan's eyes flickered with amusement. He leaned closer and placed his hands on the table, both sides of her. He whispered in her ear, "Then why are you spreading your legs without me touching you."
"…That's!" Han Luo gasped. His breaths were tickling her. Although she was saying 'no', when he began to suck her here and there, she subconsciously opened her legs. She was anticipating long ago to be touched by him.
"You are drenched just because I touched your breasts." Mo Yuan stood in between her legs and slid in three fingers. He wasn't lying. Her love juice was overflowing, dirtying the table. It made her hole slippery and let his fingers enter in one go.
He spread his fingers and tried to lose her tight vagina. He didn't forget to comment, "Look, my fingers are all in."
"N-no… ahh!" When he rubbed against a good spot, her hips sprang up. She did her best not to feel anything but it was impossible not to feel the ecstasy he was giving her.
Mo Yuan slowly inserted his fingers and moved them in and out. Not only she was tight, but she was also so warm inside. He thought that his fingers were going to melt like metals. He deliberately moved so, to make her lose her control.
Han Luo's toes curled up. She forgot about her stubbornness and gave in to the pleasure. The inserted fingers independently moved as if spreading wide her insides, and an indecent sound resounded as they slid in and out. Her soaked interior easily swallowed his three fingers.
Han Luo's hips were shaking.. She spread her legs wider so that he could hit the end of the tunnel.