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Chapter 7: Official Contact
After several rounds of applause and several rises of my "angry dragon," the performances came to an end.
"Next, everyone is free to move around. Rooms 01 to 10 are for group games, and rooms 11 to 30 are for, well, 'fireworks.'"
A waiter in a suit came up to me. "Sir, madam, your room is number 25."
Zhao He and I exchanged glances and headed toward room 25.
"Please lock the door and wait for instructions."
Zhao He and I sat on the sofa, staring at the screen on the wall in front of us, with nothing to do.
The room was small, the lighting dim, and the air filled with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance.
I took Zhao He's hand and tickled her palm.
Smack. Zhao He slapped my hand. "What are you doing?"
"There's nothing else to do."
Zhao He rolled her eyes.
"They're being very cautious, not meeting us directly," I whispered into Zhao He's ear.
My warm breath made Zhao He shiver, but she couldn't push me away.
"We'll play it by ear. It's best to go along with what they want for now."
Zhao He nodded slightly, tightening her grip on my hand, perhaps to comfort me. She smiled, pretending I was telling her a joke.
After nearly half an hour, feeling a bit hot, I took off my jacket.
Finally, the screen in front of us lit up.
"Welcome. How do you like the atmosphere in the club?"
"It's lively, and it's really opened our eyes," I said with a laugh, tugging at my collar.
"As expected, the club needs young people like you. This test is over. It wasn't perfect, but you passed."
"Thank you."
"From now on, the activities we arrange for you will often require two people to complete. These two must be very close and trust each other completely. Can you two do that?"
It was very hot. I was sweating on my head and palms. I held Zhao He's hand tightly, looking into her eyes. Her beautiful gaze was full of determination and passion. I could only answer, "Yes."
"Hahaha, excellent, I didn't misjudge you. Let's drink." With that, the person on the screen raised a glass and downed it.
On the coffee table in front of the screen were two glasses. Zhao He and I had no choice but to drink them.
"Alright, a night of spring is worth a thousand pieces of gold. I won't keep you from your night." With that, the screen went dark.
"Why is it so hot? Is the air conditioning set too high?"
"Yeah, it's really hot," Zhao He said, her voice suddenly sweet and seductive. She licked her plump, red lips.
I couldn't resist. I grabbed her head and kissed her. The heat, mixed with the sweetness of the wine, made me lose all self-control.
Zhao He wanted to resist, but under the heat of the kiss, her body gradually grew weak.
Zhao He thought, what's wrong with me?
Did one glass of wine make me lose control?
Soon, she could no longer think about anything.
Because my hand had already slipped into her dress, climbing onto the soft peak.
Zhao He reached out to push me away, but when her hands touched me, they ended up wrapping around my neck.
"You should thank me," a voice likely the boss laughed from somewhere.
I pressed Zhao He down on the sofa, kissing her long, fair neck, inhaling the delicate fragrance from her black hair and the unique scent of a mature woman.
At the same time, I thrust my hips forward, sliding against her plump buttocks through the thin dress. The soft, bouncy, fleshy sensation made me tremble with pleasure.
"Teacher, I love you. Please, let me have you," I whispered in Zhao He's ear.
My hands moved up from her waist and finally covered her plump, full breasts. Through the thin dress, I squeezed and kneaded, enjoying the soft, fleshy feel.
Zhao He regained some sense and struggled, weakly protesting, "No… don't. Let's stop here, okay?"
Of course, I wouldn't stop. I undid the buttons of her dress and slipped my hand inside, kneading the soft, smooth flesh.
Zhao He still resisted, struggling like a lamb. I held her tightly, refusing to give an inch, biting her ear and whispering, "Be careful not to let the surveillance see."
Zhao He lowered her voice but still struggled, panting, "You, get up now. Don't make me lose my temper." Zhao He's breasts felt slippery in my hands. I kneaded and squeezed, greedily enjoying their softness and bounce.
"Good wife, I really can't hold back. Please, just give me this once."
My cheek pressed against her fair, sexy collarbone. A rich, seductive fragrance filled my nose, intoxicating and alluring.
"Get up! Hurry up!" Zhao He pushed against my chest, trying to stop my advances.
I clung to Zhao He like a puppy, greedily sniffing her alluring scent. My hands were busy, pulling off my pants and underwear, then guiding her right hand between my legs.
When Zhao He's small hand touched my cock, she shuddered and instinctively pulled back.
But since I was holding her, she couldn't get away. After a moment's hesitation, she actually wrapped her soft palm around my cock.
I trembled with pleasure, lying atop Zhao He.
Zhao He naturally formed a circle with her thumb and index finger, gently stroking my hard cock.
I lay completely on top of her, her plump, full breasts pressed tightly against my chest.
I gasped for breath. The alcohol made my head spin, and with Zhao He stroking me like this, I was completely lost in pleasure.
"Teacher, faster, even faster…" I begged.
Zhao He's cheeks flushed, her lips tightly pressed together. Her hand tightened around my cock, stroking faster.
I felt like I was in heaven. The psychological and physical pleasure was overwhelming. After holding back for so long, in just a few minutes, I felt the urge to come. "It's coming, it's coming! Faster, faster!" Zhao He turned her face away, her hand gripping my cock, stroking rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, my cock throbbed violently, and thick white semen shot out from the tip.
Zhao He kept stroking, as if determined to drain me completely, only slowing down when the last drop was gone.
The passion hadn't faded. Both of us were still hot. Zhao He felt empty below and rubbed my penis against her crotch. Soon, my young cock was hard again.
Zhao He was already aroused, hugging me tightly, our lips locked so I could only breathe through her.
I was still a virgin. Though I'd seen videos, I couldn't find the right place, only making Zhao He moan with frustration.
She had to use one hand to guide my cock to her vaginal opening. Finally, we were joined together.
My glans pushed open her tight entrance, stretching her passage to the shape of my cock.
As I thrust in and out, Zhao He's body trembled gently, but she refused to let go of my lips, as if trying to swallow me whole.
I lay on Zhao He, my glans buried deep inside her, thrusting against the soft, bouncy flesh at the top of her passage.
"Mm~ ah!" Zhao He frowned, her thin lips parting in a delicate, short moan.
My whole body pressed against hers, her melon-like breasts almost flattened beneath me.
Our pubic bones met. Zhao He's crotch was soft and bouncy, like a freshly steamed bun. Pressing hard, it felt like juice could be squeezed out.
My glans pressed against the soft flesh at the top of her passage, gently massaging it. Zhao He's face turned red, her lips occasionally letting out intoxicating moans.
I wasn't much better off. My glans was buried deep, tingling and numb.
Zhao He could feel the heat of my glans even more directly. Soon, she grabbed my shoulders tightly, her legs trembling.
Luckily, I'd already come once, so my glans wasn't too sensitive and I could hold on.
Zhao He hadn't had an orgasm yet, and since it had been so long since she'd had sex, she must have been desperate.
"Teacher, are you feeling uncomfortable?" I asked teasingly.
Zhao He didn't answer, but the pleasure on her face told me what I wanted to know.
I pulled my cock back a bit, and the pressure on her cervix eased. I bit her large breast, the soft flesh filling my mouth.
Zhao He gave me a sidelong glance. Just as she was about to catch her breath, I used all my strength to thrust my cock deep inside. My glans slammed into the soft flesh at the top of her passage like a bell.
"Mm…" Zhao He arched her back, letting out a sweet, ambiguous moan. Her raised crotch seemed to be pierced, and a torrent of hot fluid gushed out from deep inside, coating my glans in a thick layer.
I looked down. Zhao He's body was taut, one hand gripping my arm, the other clutching the sheet, her mouth open, brows furrowed, wanting to scream but unable to make a sound.
My intention was to surprise her, hoping she'd moan freely, but this one move actually made Zhao He climax.
Thinking of this, I got excited again, thrusting quickly a few more times, then pressing my glans against her cervix again.
I kissed her swan-like neck repeatedly, determined to leave my mark all over her body.
"Ah~!" Zhao He finally caught her breath, letting out a long moan.
Her brows were furrowed, her eyes dazed, her expression full of need. Panting, she said, "Ah… ah… ah… husband… keep going…"
Hearing this, I was encouraged. My glans pressed tightly against her plump cervix, my hips moving constantly, as if trying to break through the soft flesh, bathed in the hot fluid gushing out.
Her tight passage squeezed my cock, spasming, making my legs weak and my bones melt.
"Gentler… mm… ah… hurry… get up…" Zhao He punched my arm a few times.
I retaliated by pressing hard against her cervix, pushing down. Suddenly, it felt like I'd broken through her cervix, my glans entering a tight, fleshy chamber, surrounded by softness, squeezing and moving.
I was shocked, thinking I'd hurt Zhao He, and wanted to pull out. But the incredible sensation was too good. I gritted my teeth, gasping for breath.
"Oh~! Ah…" Zhao He cried out, her mouth wide, her body covered in sweat, as if she'd been pulled from water, shiny and full of hormones, incredibly sexy.
At the same time, her flat, white belly twitched. The flesh inside gripped my cock tightly, hot, sticky fluid gushing out like an incontinence.
I suddenly realized had I actually entered Zhao He's cervix? Thinking that my first time having sex with a woman had taken me into her uterus, I felt a chill down my spine.
The pleasure was too intense. I wanted to thrust a few more times, but I couldn't hold back. Hot, thick semen shot from my cock, hitting the uterine wall.
Zhao He's climax hadn't faded. The heat of my semen made her body spasm again, her mouth moaning, her hands clawing at the sheets.
I lay on Zhao He, panting heavily. Zhao He slowly recovered from her climax, but her body was still limp, without any strength.
We both fell into a deep sleep.
Zhao He forced her dry, blurry eyes open and looked up, suddenly realizing I was beneath her. She propped up her exhausted body, reality hitting her again.
We were both naked, her lying on top of me, her crotch still swollen. Perhaps because of her movement, my penis inside her hardened again.
Zhao He couldn't take it anymore. She pulled my penis out of her with a pop and rushed into the room's bathroom.
In the mirror, she saw herself still beautiful, but exhausted. Her lipstick was smudged. Her neck, chest, belly, even her crotch, were covered in my kiss and bite marks, evidence of last night's battle.
She couldn't believe that the chastity she'd kept for her late husband for a year had been taken by a boy over a decade her junior.
Zhao He stubbornly spread her legs, checking her labia. Sure enough, there was a yellowish-white mark.
Tears welled up. At her husband's funeral, she hadn't cried, determined to avenge him. When her superiors wouldn't let her get involved, she hadn't cried, thinking of other ways.
Now, she'd finally found the boss's trail. But… but… I'm sorry, Xu Changqing. I'm sorry.
Tears streamed down her beautiful face. She couldn't even blame me. The tears kept coming, her vision blurring. Suddenly, she punched herself in the face, spitting out blood.
Zhao He stared at herself in the mirror for a few seconds, then turned on the shower, scrubbing her tainted body.
She returned to the main room and saw me lying on the bed, dazed.
She remembered last night clearly. Though I'd kissed her first, it was she who had guided my penis into her vagina, unable to resist her own desire.
Zhao He saw the red nail marks crisscrossing my back and couldn't bring herself to blame me.
It was a mistake. Thinking back, the smell in the room, the wine something must have been wrong. Why did the boss do this? Or was every room like this? Zhao He couldn't understand.
She shook her head, put on her dress luckily unsoiled, probably taken off early and saw her crumpled panties. Disgusted, she threw them into the trash.
"Yu Di, wake up, it's morning."
I reluctantly rubbed my eyes and got up. After washing up and packing, I was about to leave when I noticed Zhao He's panties in the trash.
"Wait, I need to tie my shoelaces." I crouched, pretending to tie my shoes, blocking the trash as I quickly grabbed Zhao He's panties and stuffed them into my pocket.
"Let's go, mission accomplished." Unfortunately, this time, Zhao He didn't take my arm.
"Wait, wear my jacket!" I insisted, draping my jacket over her and flipping up the collar to hide the hickeys on her neck.
"Thank you," Zhao He said softly.
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