Looking into her frightened, deer-like eyes, and seeing her alluring, reclining body, I felt something called "desire" growing wildly within me like weeds! A flame suddenly ignited in my lower abdomen!
The girl before me was like the most delicious meal I could ever want! And her identity reminded me to act without any restraint!
I reached out and pulled her forcefully into my arms without any hesitation. Then, one hand reached in from behind, firmly enveloping the girl's buttocks, gently kneading them, feeling the elasticity of her skin, and then carefully and slowly probing down between her thighs.
The girl almost let out a groan, her eyes pleading and resentful as she looked at me, but all of this only fueled my desire! I pushed her forcefully onto the bed, then rolled over and pressed myself against her. I quickly ripped off her shirt, then reached behind her and gently pinched to unbutton her bra.
Everything that happened tonight is playing back and forth in my mind like a slideshow. It's as if something that has been suppressed all night is finally boiling and bursting forth unrestrainedly in my heart!
This thing is called desire!
It wasn't just desire for the girl beneath me right now, it wasn't just sex, it seemed like there was something else involved...
Something else!!
I was like a hungry wolf, eager to devour something, perhaps not just the beauty right in front of me... but something else entirely...
Something else!!
The girl beneath me writhed even more violently. I felt my fingers touch a soft spot, and I knew I had conquered her last stronghold! I was panting heavily when the girl beneath me let out a soft moan. Her body suddenly stopped writhing, and as I tried to pull down her white panties, she even slightly raised her hips to cooperate with my movements…
I held her tightly, her fragrant body seemingly the very source of my attraction. I kneaded her forcefully, as if trying to crush her body and merge it with mine! The girl seemed unable to endure my roughness any longer; her breathing quickened, and she let out unconscious, slightly painful moans. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes were glazed. I felt something within me ignite and explode! I quickly stripped off my clothes, lifted her long, firm legs with one hand, pressed her body into a delicate arc, and then pressed down hard…
The moment I pierced her, she suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with pain. Her delicate, flower-like face was etched with agony, and cold sweat poured down her forehead from the pain.
She suddenly hugged me tightly, so tightly that I was momentarily hooked and unable to move. Then, she gasped for breath, her voice trembling as if in pain, and then I heard her pleading voice:
"Please, please, after you take me, please let my sister go, okay?"
Her voice was filled with boundless pain and pleading, like a pitiful cat, or a fish struggling on a chopping board. I couldn't help but look at her closely; her face was contorted with pain, and tears were streaming from her large eyes. I didn't know why those tears were for her—for humiliation? For physical pain?
I could only feel myself being squeezed very tightly, and I couldn't move at all. The slightest movement would cause her to cry out in pain...
how so?!
I suddenly released her, straightened up from her body, and looked down at the girl. The pain on her face was definitely not feigned... and having been through the wringer in the world of romance, I naturally understood what the pain on the girl's face meant!
"Please, please let my sister go... I, I will satisfy you... I definitely will..." After saying that, those weak little hands reached out again, and her jade-like arms seemed to want to hug me again, but I suddenly stepped back.
If the inexplicable and complex desires in my heart fueled my madness, then the pleading tears of the girl before me made my heart grow colder and colder.
Just then, I suddenly heard a thud...
Looking back, I saw another twin girl standing dumbfounded at the bedroom doorway, staring at me naked and entangled with her sister. Looking at the girl crying on the bed, she suddenly turned pale and collapsed to the floor.
Her clothes were a little damp, obviously she had just prepared a bath for me, but her eyes were filled with sadness.
Suddenly, I felt a tightness in my chest. I sat up, picked up my pants and put them on. Then, after thinking for a moment, I pulled the sheet over the girl on the bed and took a deep breath: "What happened?"
I felt a little lost.
Judging from their performance while showering tonight, they should have seemed very "professional," but now they seem quite "amateurish."
"Alright, stop crying." I sighed, then pulled the girl from the doorway over and had her sit beside me. I tried to speak in a calm tone, "I'm asking you, were you forced to come to my room?"
Shake head.
Thank goodness, I breathed a sigh of relief... otherwise, wouldn't I have been accused of rape?!
"So it's because you don't want to be with me, is that it?"
I'm not surprised. I've encountered this kind of thing many times.
These days, even prostitutes have the right to choose not to sleep with customers. I've encountered situations in nightclubs where some customers, no matter how much money they offer, would rather earn less than sleep with a prostitute because they don't like the customer.
These days, isn't everything about mutual selection? So, the relationship between a client and a prostitute is no exception, right?
The two girls froze when I asked them, neither nodding nor shaking their heads. But I had no intention of dwelling on the question. I glanced indifferently at the younger sister on the bed: "Was that... your first time?"
The girl didn't speak, but I already knew the answer from the desolation in her eyes.
"Alright, I never like to force women, nor am I the kind of person who's reckless and lustful. This time, forced relationships won't be happy. I don't need you to stay any longer; you can leave now."
To my surprise, those words terrified both girls, turning deathly pale and unable to even cry. Their small bodies trembled violently, like leaves falling from a leaf. I realized they were afraid to go out, probably because someone had told them to, or perhaps the rules here were strict, and leaving my room in the middle of the night would likely result in punishment.
Honestly, I think this is pretty outrageous. These two girls are indeed beautiful, delicate, alluring, and innocent, and they're even top-quality twins, still virgins! For whatever reason they're doing this, they'd command a high price! Outside, they'd fetch six figures, and some big boss would definitely be willing to pay! I never imagined Brother Huan would actually deliver them right to my doorstep…
"Alright, don't panic." I had already picked up my coat and put it on, then pointed at the two girls: "You two stay here, don't go out. I'll go for a walk by myself."
I left the two little girls behind and walked out of the room.
I didn't want to ask them why they were crying, or why they acted so unprofessionally at the last minute. It was obvious: these two girls were too young. Perhaps they weren't completely morally corrupt, perhaps it was a sense of shame, or perhaps they simply didn't like me and didn't want to be... well, you know.
In short, there may be many reasons, but none of them have much to do with me, Chen Yang.
I walked out of the room and headed towards the nearest elevator in the hallway. Only after I entered the elevator did I suddenly remember:
Damn, I think I went "in" with that girl in bed just now. So, does that mean I took her hymen?
I smiled silently.
It's not that I'm heartless towards the two girls' tears; it's just that I've seen too many stories of depravity and moral decay.
This is nobody's fault but fate.
Sometimes, this is what it means to fall into depravity. Since you've already come this far, being sentimental will only make you miserable. Sometimes, you need to have the courage to "jump into the river and close your eyes." Where does all this lingering sentimentality come from?
I tried hard to force myself to think of things as malicious and cold-blooded, but after thinking for a while, I suddenly realized that I wasn't nearly as cold-blooded as I thought. I still felt pity for those two girls! Otherwise, I wouldn't have run out of the room!
Perhaps I really am "a good person".
The elevator stopped on the first floor. I walked out of the lobby, which was not much different from the layout of a regular hotel, except that there were very beautiful women standing behind the front desk, which was quite pleasing to the eye.
I walked out of the hall and went outside.
Like many hotels, there is a large fountain outside. I walked to the edge of the fountain, sat down, and looked up at the stars for a while. We were quite a distance from the city, and the star map in the sky seemed much clearer. As I looked at it, I suddenly sighed and touched my empty pockets.
Ah, I wish I had a cigarette right now.
Just as I was sighing, I suddenly heard the roar of an engine, and then I saw a red whirlwind sweep out from the exit of the underground parking lot next to the hotel! A sports car with an extremely arrogant design sped out like a monster with a roar! The bright headlights made it impossible for me to open my eyes, and I subconsciously raised my hand to cover my face.
The sports car's superior engine roared melodiously, and the car sped past me like a gust of wind. Suddenly, I heard the sound of screeching brakes. The car circled the fountain once, flew back to my side, and came to a sudden stop, leaving a shocking mark on the ground with its tires!
My enjoyment of the starry sky was disturbed, and I was slightly annoyed. But then I saw the sports car door slowly open, revealing a beautiful face that was both elegant and charming, yet exuded an air of cold confidence.
Snap!
Yang Wei took out a lighter and lit a slender cigarette. Sitting in the sports car, she looked at me. In the light of the lighter's flame, her eyes shone frighteningly brightly in the dead of night!
I looked at her for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled faintly and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?"
Yang Wei raised an eyebrow, seemingly giving me a careful look, then quickly tossed me a silver cigarette case. I caught it, glanced at her again; there was something complex in Yang Wei's eyes, then suddenly her sexy, aloof lips parted slightly:
"Get in the car!"
Book 1: In the Martial World, A Man's Fate is Not His Own; Chapter 23: Yang Wei's Secret
I've never ridden in a sports car like this before. Although I don't know how much this car is worth, it must be very expensive, extremely expensive.
Sitting in the passenger seat, I felt a bit constrained. The sports car's interior space wasn't large, and for someone my height, it felt somewhat cramped. The interior was all made of metal, which made me hesitant to touch anything.
Perhaps it was my pride, but I didn't show any embarrassment on my face. I just looked at Yang Wei coldly, took out a slender cigarette from the cigarette pack, and put it in my mouth.
"Fire?" I glanced at her and mumbled a single word.
Yang Wei snorted and tossed me a lighter. I had just lit a flame when, unexpectedly, she slammed on the gas pedal. The sports car roared to life and then shot forward like a monster that had suddenly awakened!
The sudden, intense feeling of weightlessness made me stagger and slam into the windshield before crashing back into my seat. The cigarette in my mouth fell onto my clothes, and as I frantically picked it up, I discovered a burn hole in my pants!
Damn, my clothes! Huan gave me these clothes tonight, they're really expensive!
I glared at Yang Wei, but the woman completely ignored me, focusing on driving. The high-performance sports car sped out of the club area like a whirlwind. I could only see the buildings and trees on both sides rushing past. When I saw the numbers on the dashboard, I suddenly realized! This woman was actually going 140 km/h!
Yang Wei quickly pulled out her seatbelt and fastened it, but the car had already driven onto a highway.
The car drove along the winding mountain road leading to the eastern suburbs...
There is a mountain on the eastern outskirts of the city where I live. It is not high, only about two or three hundred meters above sea level, and about seven or eight miles long. Such small hills are common in the hilly areas of southern China.
The mountain is very green, and there is an ancient temple with a history of several hundred years. In addition, there are the tombs of one or two historical figures built here.
To be honest, if judged solely from the perspective of a scenic spot, this place isn't anything special. The scenery is just average. However, this mountain has another kind of fame in the city…
This is a great place for couples to have an affair!
Many car owners like to drive up the mountain, find a secluded side road or a grove of trees, park their cars, turn off the lights, flatten the seats, and then have sex with their female companions in the car...
It's said that some people like this kind of thing, saying it feels exciting, and to put it more culturally... it gives you a feeling of being immersed in nature... That's really fucking ridiculous.
It's just "wild sex"! Oh, right, it also has another name: "playing the field".
So, in our area, if men are chatting and ask each other with a flirtatious look, "Did you go up the mountain last night?"
It roughly means, "Did you do it last night?"
Similar to the greeting "Have you eaten?"
My mind was wandering as I watched the car turn off the side road and head up the mountain road, my gaze involuntarily drifting towards Yang Wei.
What does this woman want? Is she trying to find me and her...?
She doesn't look like the kind of woman who does promiscuity... Hmm, but you never know. This woman is from America, isn't that a very open place? If she approached me, would I say yes? I'm already on the bus, and I'm already here... Besides, she's absolutely gorgeous, I wouldn't lose out if I said yes...
Just as I was still indulging in fantasies, the car suddenly jolted and came to a stop.
I snapped out of it and mentally gave myself the middle finger. What was I thinking? Was I still angry about what those twins had done tonight?
However, I don't regret leaving the room.
I'm not a good person, I know that myself. And it's not that I'm not attracted to women.
I like beautiful women, and I also like having things happen with them. The reason I didn't touch two stunning twin beauties isn't to show off my kindness or anything like that.
The key point is... the two girls were crying and looking pitiful. In this situation, could I really force myself on them and do something to them? Imagine you're having sex with a woman, and she's crying and looking miserable, while another girl next to you is also crying and looking at you with despairing eyes...
Can you handle it?
I have absolutely no interest in rape or BDSM!
Yang Wei pressed a button, and the windows on both sides slowly opened. She glanced at me, then snapped her fingers and held up two fingers.
"Huh? What?" I was taken aback.
"Smoke!" Yang Wei uttered a single word.