Faced with such an exquisite request from ng Shiyang, Sun Zhe couldn’t find a reason to refuse. He hurriedly smoothed out the crumpled three-piece set, then used the pantyhose to tie her hands, crossed behind her back.
As her hands were bound, ng Shiyang’s snow-white, peach-like buttocks arched even higher. She even wiggled at Sun Zhe a few tis and said coquettishly, "Master, you’d better gag ."
In the heat of the mont, Sun Zhe asked curiously, "Why gag you?"
ng Shiyang replied, "Because I’m going to curse at you later, and my insults can be quite nasty."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe fell silent for a few seconds before suddenly understanding her aning. He then balled up the remaining panties and safety shorts and roughly stuffed them into her mouth, sealing her small, cherry-red lips.
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph...!"
ng Shiyang let out muffled cries, her highly arched rear swaying ceaselessly, as if taunting Sun Zhe. The inexplicable stimulation hastened the secretion of her nectar, which slowly trickled down her snow-white thighs. Her upper body lay powerlessly on the bed, her ample bosom pressed flat against the mattress. As she wiggled her peachy bottom at Sun Zhe, her muffled hums seed to urge him to hurry up.
Sun Zhe gazed at the beauty he was "abusing," his lust flaring to an unprecedented intensity. His breathing grew ragged as he raised his spear and charged!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
The dull thuds of flesh striking flesh faintly drifted out of the office’s small cubicle. Sun Zhe was like a crazed beast. He gripped a large handful of ng Shiyang’s fragrant hair, yanking her head back until her swan-like neck was stretched to its limit.
Enduring the man’s violent thrusts from behind, ng Shiyang whimpered relentlessly, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as tears stread down her face.
After just over two hundred thrusts, Sun Zhe felt her inner passage begin to clench and writhe as her delicate body convulsed. He knew ng Shiyang had reached her peak, but he was only just getting started. He decisively withdrew his glistening weapon and flipped her spraying, pliant body onto its side.
After changing positions, he once again went on the attack with his weapon, which was coated in a white fluid. He straightened one of ng Shiyang’s long, snow-white legs, held it in his arms, and continued his ferocious assault!
"Mmph... mmph..."
ng Shiyang gazed at Sun Zhe with tear-filled eyes, as if trying to say sothing. However, her mouth was stuffed with her own panties, rendering her words completely unintelligible. From her pleading, pitiful gaze, Sun Zhe could guess she was begging for rcy. But in his fervent state, having almost lost all reason, he had no intention of sparing her.
As the great dragon plunged in and out, her tender secret garden gradually swelled and turned red, its once-pink petals becoming crimson and engorged. Each withdrawal of the bulging, veiny dragon brought out more of her nectar, which accumulated at its base until it ford a ring of white fluid. It even created sticky white strands stretching between Sun Zhe’s abdon and the root of her thigh.
Sun Zhe looked down at their wonderful union. He alternated between admiring the delicate garden under his siege and ng Shiyang’s stunningly flushed face. The intense, unspoken stimulation drove his pace faster and faster.
Ti trickled by. Every second, ng Shiyang endured at least two impacts.
After several hundred more thrusts, Sun Zhe suddenly stopped. He untied the pantyhose from ng Shiyang’s wrists and laid her on her back. Then, he pinned both of her wrists above her head with one hand, her arms crossed.
"Shiya, this is just the beginning..."
...
This disciplinary lesson for his female disciple lasted until lunchti.
Sun Zhe stood by the bed, panting like an ox. He held his glistening weapon with one hand as it sprayed all over ng Shiyang’s stomach. ng Shiyang’s delicate body convulsed as she lay limp on the bed, eyes rolled back, seemingly having passed out.
After his climax, Sun Zhe sat on the edge of the bed to catch his breath, quietly cultivating his energy to digest the Yin Essence he had harvested from ng Shiyang. He had absorbed plenty of Yin Essence from this battle, but it was just a drop in the bucket for the pea-sized Inner Core in his Dantian.
「A short while later.」
Sun Zhe reached out and removed the soft bundle of cloth from ng Shiyang’s mouth, then gently pinched her cheek. "Shiya, wake up. Are you alright?"
ng Shiyang’s eyes gradually returned to normal. Her beautiful gaze, hazy with desire, rested on Sun Zhe, filled with infinite affection.
"Master, if you had kept going, you really would have fucked to death today..."
Sun Zhe chuckled. He pulled out a tissue to gently wipe her secret garden and said, "Who told you to keep teasing every day? This is your punishnt."
ng Shiyang suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist and smiled sweetly. "Handso, talented, and so huge and amazing in bed... You’re the man of my dreams! I’m totally in love with you!"
Sun Zhe wore a strange expression. "You fell in love with after just one ti?"
ng Shiyang humd softly. "There’s a saying: the quickest way to a woman’s heart is through the path down below. So, Master, you’ve already walked right into my heart."
Sun Zhe shook his head with a light laugh. "That’s a new one for ."
"Song Ailing said it," ng Shiyang replied.
Sun Zhe ruffled her hair, changing the subject. "You don’t look like you want to move. Why don’t you rest for a while? I’ll go get you so food from the cafeteria."
"Mmm... Okay. Oh, by the way, Master, why don’t you sleep over at my place tonight?"
Sun Zhe asked, "Are your parents ho?"
"I moved out a long ti ago. I live alone now."
Sun Zhe smiled. "Then maybe next ti. I have other plans tonight."
This morning, he had decided to visit Leng Yueshuang after work to deliver the scar-removal ointnt, so he had to decline ng Shiyang’s kind offer.
"Alright then."
...
For the rest of the afternoon, ng Shiyang stayed in bed to rest. She couldn’t endure any more activity and was unable to even get up. With no other choice, Sun Zhe had to quietly endure his unspent desire, passing the ti with cultivation.
「Night fell in the blink of an eye.」
After parting ways with ng Shiyang, Sun Zhe leisurely rode his small electric scooter to Leng Yueshuang’s apartnt.
As soon as he walked in, he saw Leng Yueshuang sitting on the sofa, eating fruit and watching TV.
"President Leng, I’m here to bring you the scar-removal ointnt."
"Hmm, just leave it there."
Leng Yueshuang kept her eyes fixed on the TV screen, not even glancing at Sun Zhe.
Sun Zhe placed the mineral water bottle containing the scar-removal ointnt on the coffee table. He snuck a peek at Leng Yueshuang and felt his Yang Qi stir within him. The iceberg beauty was wearing only a silk nightgown with a low neckline and a short hem. She sat elegantly on the sofa with her snow-white legs crossed, her posture as captivating as could be.
Damn... here we go again!
Sun Zhe cursed inwardly. He quickly averted his gaze and forcibly suppressed his Yang Qi. "In that case, President Leng, I’ll be going."
Leng Yueshuang suddenly looked at him. "You’re not going to help apply the ointnt before you leave?"
"Ah?"
Sun Zhe froze. "You want to help you apply it?"
Leng Yueshuang remained expressionless. "Ning Yue isn’t here, so I can only ask you."
...
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