Returning - Chapter 24
Chapter 24: Secret Affair
Teased by Zhao Yu, Xu Chengyan didn't get angry. He maintained the calm demeanor of someone in a strategic game, looking down at her. "Is that all you've got? A man lasting too long only proves the woman lacks sexual appeal."
"Then my wetness drying up down there—doesn't that also prove President Xu's charm is nothing special?"
Releasing her breasts and letting go of his shaft, Zhao Yu stood up decisively. She lifted one foot onto the sofa, flipped up her skirt to expose her entire vulva, reached her hand inside, and began masturbating brazenly right before his eyes.
"In the end, I still have to use my own hand to get wet, handle it myself. President Xu's cock is so useless."
Xu Chengyan's gaze slowly moved from her face, wearing an innocent smile, down to her right hand.
Those slender, fair fingers were stroking back and forth along that most private slit.
Beneath the sparse black hair, the plump pearl had already impatiently peeked out, growing more alluring under the teasing of her fingertips.
Within the pink flesh cleft, more and more slick fluid gathered. Her two plump inner petals, pinched and kneaded a few times, had already become engorged with blood and swollen. The hidden entrance to her cave continuously fluttered, dribbling out juice bit by bit, even making faint wet sounds under her stirring.
"Mm…" Zhao Yu licked her lips and moaned lowly, her index finger sliding slowly down from her clit, squeezing into the dripping entrance and beginning to thrust, while her left hand kneaded her own breast, fingertips pressing the nipple and slowly circling, rubbing—an utterly wanton and pornographic scene.
When a drop of clear liquid dripped straight from between her legs onto the floor, Xu Chengyan finally yanked her over. He pressed her body down, positioning her back between his legs, grabbed her two swaying breasts and wrapped them around his swollen shaft, thrusting between them roughly.
Zhao Yu laughed smugly. "President Xu looks pretty slutty too, handling things himself."
Xu Chengyan pinched her nipple hard, and only upon hearing her whimper did a smile touch his lips as he looked at her. "Not as slutty as you."
"If I weren't a little slutty, how could President Xu get this hard?"
Zhao Yu giggled coyly, smearing the slick fluid from her right hand onto his engorged member. She reached back to her core, brought out more liquid, and coated the entire shaft, her thumb pressing and gently rubbing the tip.
With the lubrication, Xu Chengyan thrust faster and faster, his breathing growing more ragged.
But just then, knocking sounded at the door again. A man's voice came from outside: "Mr. Xu, do you need any assistance?"
It was a store staff member. With their attentive service, entering to help Xu Chengyan change was entirely possible.
Xu Chengyan steadied his breathing, preparing to answer calmly as before, when a wet, soft sensation suddenly touched his taut member.
It was Zhao Yu's tongue.
This time, she actually licked it.
Right at the edge of climax, the most sensitive tip was licked like that. Immediately, his lower abdomen tightened, and with a rough groan, he ejaculated.
Thick semen plastered Zhao Yu's entire chest, making a mess, and even the dress already bunched at her waist wasn't spared.
She knelt on the floor, wiping with a tissue, looking at him with a coquettish pout. "Why didn't President Xu warn me? You shot it all over me."
Xu Chengyan knew perfectly well she was mocking his self-control, saying it was nothing special—he couldn't even hold back from ejaculating at just one touch of her tongue.
Having lost control at the critical moment, he was naturally somewhat chagrined, but his face still revealed nothing. He only said flatly, "Didn't you refuse to use your mouth?"
"What I said was, when you're willing to lick for me, then I'll suck you. I didn't suck just now." Zhao Yu's smile was radiant. "You came after just one lick. If I'd taken it in my mouth, who knows what might have happened."
Xu Chengyan chuckled lightly, pulling out tissues to clean his lower body.
The suit he had brought in still lay untouched to the side. After cleaning himself up, he simply stripped off his suit right in front of Zhao Yu and put on the new clothes piece by piece. The entire process was unhurried, deliberate, and methodical, like an extremely elegant striptease and dressing show.
Zhao Yu straightened her dress, crossed her arms, leaned against the wall, and openly appreciated his physique.
For a man who looked slender in clothes, he had quite the body underneath—firm muscles, well-proportioned, fully worthy of his confidence.
Meeting her gaze, Xu Chengyan raised an eyebrow. "What? Get wet watching?"
Zhao Yu walked over with a smile to button his shirt, her fingertips gently stroking the corner of his eye. "Right here, you're missing one thing."
"Missing what?"
Zhao Yu stood on tiptoe and leaned close, lightly grazing his chin with the tip of her tongue—the same tongue that had just licked his shaft. "The sophisticated scumbag's signature gold-rimmed glasses."
Xu Chengyan laughed softly, leaning back to pull away some distance. His thumb pressed to his chin, looking at her as he slowly wiped away the moisture she left.
Zhao Yu also laughed. "Disgusted by someone's dirty lower parts, but my mouth isn't exactly clean either. What if I give President Xu some strange disease? Then what?"
His smile was gentle and harmless. "If something happens to me, dragging you down to accompany me in death will do."
"To be buried alongside someone of President Xu's status—that would be my honor."
Button by button, she fastened them for him, then expertly tied his bow tie, scrutinizing his impeccably dressed appearance with meaningful eyes. "You really can't tell at all—President Xu just had a secret affair with someone."
Xu Chengyan's gaze dropped to the white stains on her chest. "Pity, soon the entire store will know you came to my fitting room of your own accord, begging to be fucked."
Zhao Yu understood what he meant.
The store was full of surveillance cameras. Her squeezing into the fitting room was undoubtedly recorded clearly. If anyone looked closely enough, they'd certainly spot the clues.
But so what? People in such stores wouldn't go around gossiping and offending major clients. As for what they discussed in private, she didn't care at all.
When pulling the door open, Xu Chengyan was as calm and composed as ever, as if nothing had happened inside. He simply turned off the light and casually pulled the door closed, deliberately not latching it tightly.
Zhao Yu knew his clothes were still in the fitting room. The store staff wouldn't enter, and wouldn't let anyone else in. She was safe inside.
But from the moment the light went out, the smile on her face had completely vanished.
The unlatched door left a crack. Dazzling light streamed in, stinging her eyes painfully.
Outside, everything was bright.
Zhuang Yiqing, draped in a magnificent wedding gown, was like an untouchable queen, proudly gazing into the mirror, basking in the envious stares of the surrounding sales clerks.
Watching that face alight with triumphant pride, Zhao Yu, hidden in the darkness, couldn't help but clench her fists.
Those memories she had tried so hard not to recall, those images carved deep into her bones, impossible to forget—they surfaced before her eyes once more, vividly clear, frame by frame.
The dim stairwell, the blinding crimson blood, the heart-wrenching, lung-tearing cries…
And the woman's aloof, indifferent eyes, looking down from above.
someone got pushed? her dead friend?
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