What to do if I've locked myself in a book! - Chapter 23

Ling Qianqian’s bedroom curtains weren’t drawn. From that angle, Bai Yiyan could clearly see her arching her shapely buttocks, propped up on her elbows on the bed, being relentlessly fucked from behind by Cheng Ye, who gripped her waist.

He could even see the woman’s bouncing breasts, the details of them rubbing against the sheets countless times. He also saw Cheng Ye occasionally leaning down to grab and knead her snowy breasts, the flesh overflowing from between his fingers. As a highly imaginative writer, that glimpse alone filled his mind with vivid and complete scenes; he could even smell the erotic, musky scent emanating from her body at that moment.

Their silhouettes were extremely clear. If the couple weren’t so engrossed, a simple turn of the head would reveal Bai Yiyan’s presence.

He imagined seeing the man’s long fingers inserted into her slightly parted, moist mouth, glistening fluids winding down his finger bones, dripping onto the sheets, but that scene didn’t actually occur.

Yet, he could actually feel her warm fluids enveloping his slender index finger, the gentle, sweet breath on his hand causing a tingling sensation and an itch that resonated deep within his heart.

Bai Yiyan’s heart unconsciously began to race. He stopped watching, quietly turned around, and returned to his study, settling back into his leather armchair.

A corner of several pages of manuscript on the desk was lifted by the wind. The pen he had been holding clattered as he lightly discarded it, sending it rolling to the edge of the desk, where it bumped into a pile of documents and stopped.

He leaned back in his chair, his long, thick eyelashes half-closed, casting shadows. A slightly heavy sigh escaped his lightly pursed lips.

He tightened his jaw, his Adam’s apple bobbing several times. Even adjusting his breathing couldn’t calm the sudden, large bulge that had formed in his lower body. Anyone else would probably release it directly with their hand, but his long, pale hands remained obediently resting on the leather armrests.

His lowered gaze shifted to the armrest, and his thumb and forefinger rubbed together, as if the warm, moist sensation hadn’t yet faded.

He didn’t have a habit of masturbating, nor did he watch porn. Perhaps the scene he had just witnessed was too stimulating, suddenly arousing his desire.

But it also felt like it wasn’t entirely that. The feeling was a bit strange, as if he had experienced it before but couldn’t remember the details.

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Meanwhile, in the study of the summer night’s detached villa, the lights were on, and the air conditioner was continuously providing coolness. Bai Yiyan was sitting on the sofa, scanning data on his iPad, searching for clues about Ling Qianqian’s disappearance. Although Ji Shi had already reported the case, the investigation had made no progress, and there were no leads. The strange laptop had been taken away by Ji Shi, so Bai Yiyan could only investigate through other channels.

Suddenly, he felt his heartbeat accelerate, and a large bulge abruptly appeared between his legs. His genitals had become erect for no apparent reason, and the sudden, overwhelming desire was difficult to resist.

He couldn’t help but put down the iPad in his hand, lean back into the sofa, raise his hand to sweep back the hair from his forehead, and close his eyes. The scene of Ling Qianqian lying beneath him flashed through his mind again. It was two years ago, the night she broke up with Luo Qian and got drunk. Bai Yiyan had taken her home. At the time, she was very drunk, confused, and sad. She mistook Bai Yiyan for Luo Qian, kissing and hugging him, and even taking the initiative to undress him, touching and kissing him randomly.

No matter how detached and ascetic Bai Yiyan was, he couldn’t withstand that. However, he didn’t take advantage of her. He simply performed a set of caresses to help her release her desire and then left after watching her sleep peacefully. He didn’t take the opportunity to sleep with her. When she woke up, she had no memory of anything, and the incident became a secret known only to him.