What to do if I've locked myself in a book! - Chapter 13

“Cry out. I want to hear it.”

“Mm! Ah…”

Her sweet, breathy moans were like a concentrated aphrodisiac, stimulating the thick mass between his legs to swell again and again.

He wasn’t the type who couldn’t control his lower half, especially not with a woman he’d just met. Yet this woman had some inexplicable pull that made him unable to stop himself.

“Does it feel good?”

“Mmm…”

She hemmed and hawed, unwilling to answer. Even though he was fucking her until she was drenched, and he knew she must feel good, he still wanted to hear her say it.

“Does my fucking feel good?”

“…Ah, yes!”

He suddenly sped up. The thrusts grew fiercer and more forceful, deliberately slamming into her sensitive spot again and again. If he were to pull out now, she would probably squirt an astonishing amount.

“Say it clearly. I can’t hear you.”

“Mmm… it feels so, so good…”

“Mm.”

He let out a deep, hoarse sigh, breath heavy with a nasal rasp. Pressing down over her, he grabbed her wildly bouncing breasts. His sweat-soaked chest pressed against her pale, beautiful back. He swept her long black hair to one side, exposing her entire back.

He suddenly leaned to her ear, tracing its edge with his tongue and licking the hollow. His scorching breaths poured from his nose, brushing her eyes—tingly and itchy—while the thrusting from behind never paused for a second.

“Mmm… ah…”

She climaxed again and again, her hole filled with the lewd sounds stirred up by his thrusts.

“When did your period end last time?”

“Two days ago… why are you asking—mm!”

Before she could react, the fierce thrusting stopped abruptly. His penis pulsed slightly inside her with his heartbeat, gently bumping against her inner flesh.

In the next instant, thick spurts of semen rushed out from the tip, filling her womb without leaving a single drop behind.

“Cheng Ye, who told you to come inside… mm…”

“Safe period.”

“Even so, you still can’t—mm?”

The task was done. She was just about to pull off his cock when she didn’t expect that his sex, before it even had time to soften, was already hardening again.

“N-no… you can’t do it again…”

“You think you get to decide that? You’re the one who got me like this. You have to take responsibility.”

“Ah! Don’t!”

—

The boiling lust went on without end, until the long night was burned away.

Around three in the morning, the two of them soaked in a round massage bathtub. Steam curled in the warm light. Waves of massaging water surged from the bottom of the tub. In the warm bathwater, Ling Qianqian lay in Cheng Ye’s arms, held from behind.

Outside the glass window, the city buildings were already covered in the cold pre-dawn gloom.

She was exhausted—completely limp. She hadn’t expected this man to have the stamina of a beast. If she hadn’t begged desperately, he wouldn’t have stopped at all.

Cheng Ye didn’t know what kind of spell he was under to be this emotionally invested in a woman he’d just met. That strange sense of familiarity with her hadn’t faded after sex—instead, it had grown stronger, even sparking a certain anticipation.

The woman leaned lazily against him, clearly drained, her limbs weak from being fucked so thoroughly.

Satisfied, he brushed aside the hair at her temple. Shimmering curtains of water slid from her still-flushed face, down her beautiful neck, and into her collarbones, outlining the curves of her chest.

A jarring image from earlier suddenly flashed through his mind, making him ask, “What’s your relationship with Ye Xize?”

“Hm?”

She was caught off guard by the sudden question. Ye Xize clearly knew her, and they likely had an intimate relationship—but how was she supposed to know the details?

Besides, they were all adults, each with their own privacy. Cheng Ye wasn’t anyone to her; he had no right to care about her personal affairs.

Just then, the strange prompt appeared again: 【Tell him Ye Xize is your ex-boyfriend.】