Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 172 Teasing Xiong Mei under the table!

Chapter 172 Teasing Xiong Mei under the table!

"Ha!?"

As they waited for their meal, an unexpected startled yelp escaped from Xiong Mei, leaving everyone surprised and curious about the cause.

She quickly apologized for the disruption before glancing towards Zhang Wei, who seemed to be feigning innocence as if he was completely unaware of the situation.

Zhang Wei's act was convincing enough, except for the fact that his hand had sneakily crept above Xiong Mei's thighs.

Though he was playing the role of the most inncocent man on the planet, his actions spoke otherwise.

Xiong Mei attempted to halt his progress by placing her hands on top of his, but despite her efforts, Zhang Wei's strength easily overwhelmed her.

His inner amusement was evident as he realized he had found a crack in her armor, a potential weakness to exploit.

Zhang Wei's suppressed laughter lingered within as he contemplated his next move.

Xiong Mei's expressed interest in the entertainment industry had provided him with the perfect opportunity to test his chances.

Afterall, the real reason behind acuqisiton of entertainment company, was solely to swim between beauties!

Xiong Mei's eyes twitched as Zhang Wei grew more and more aggressive, unabashedly ignoring her attempts at resistance beneath the table.

His hands now roaming over her waist and thighs, his touch both persistent and deliberate, sending shivers down her spine and igniting a rush of goosebumps all over her body.

Amidst the seemingly tranquil atmosphere of the meal, Xiong Mei struggled to maintain her composure.

Her fingers trembled as she tightly clutched the chopsticks in her hand, her concentration completely derailed by Zhang Wei's advances.

Suddenly, her chopsticks slipped from her grasp, clattering onto the table.

Her lips were tightly bitten, and her face flushed a deep crimson as she felt an intrusive hand lifting her skirt and venturing further.

Her heart raced, and her breathing grew shallower, all the while desperately trying to keep her reaction hidden from the prying eyes around her.

"Are you feeling alright, Xiong Mei? You face looks so red..." Bai Wenling's voice carried genuine concern, prompting everyone's attention, including Zhang Wei's.

The sudden spotlight on her only added to Xiong Mei's embarrassment.

Summoning a stiff smile, Xiong Mei managed to reply, her voice slightly strained, "I-I'm fine, don't worry." The words felt like they were squeezing past a tight knot in her throat.

She cast a glaring glance at Zhang Wei, who maintained his innocent expression, causing her to glare at him with resentment in her eyes.

However, she approached a different approach when the glare didn't work on him.

With a hidden plea in her gaze, she hoped he would relent, her eyes subtly begging him to stop his teasing for now.

"Tch," Mo Chen clicked his tongue in disapproval, his frustration mounting as he watched Zhang Wei's actions. 'This bastard!'

The sight of Zhang Wei clearly molesting Xiong Mei under the table was infuriating, but since she wasn't openly objecting, Mo Chen felt powerless to intervene.

His anger simmered just below the surface, and he resorted to drinking more and more of the red wine that had arrived, hoping the alcohol could somehow numb the irritation gnawing at him.

As the wine flowed, he downed glass after glass, a manifestation of his frustration and helplessness.

Now he was frustated for having this X-ray vision, and thought it was better to not see the reality.

'All women are same, just a little money and already become like this... never thought Xiong Mei to be like this...' he sighed in his heart.

The girls around him exchanged concerned glances, their brows furrowing as they observed his behavior.

But Mo Chen remained steadfast in his drinking, a turbulent storm brewing within him.

However, Xiong Mei's patience finally reached its limit.

Her frustration bubbled over, and she leaned closer to Zhang Wei, her voice carrying a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "C-Can you please stop already?" she whispered softly, nudging him with her elbow beneath the table.

Her face was flushed like a ripe tomato, her feet fidgeting nervously against each other beneath the table.

The situation had become too much for her to handle in silence.

With every subtle movement of Zhang Wei's finger near her panties, a jolt of shivers would course through Xiong Mei's body.

Swiftly, she would intercept his intrusion by placing her hand atop his, a desperate attempt to halt his advances.

Each time he backed off, only to return by teasingly squeezing the soft skin of her thighs, eliciting a unbearable sensation that set her skin on fire.

The constant and deliberate touch was pushing her to her limits, making it nearly impossible for her to maintain her straight face.

Suppressing any audible sound was a battle in itself.

Xiong Mei bit down on her lower lip to prevent her voice from escaping, her head slightly bowed to conceal the storm of emotions that raged within her.

She felt like a pressure cooker ready to burst.

"Please..." The word escaped her lips in a breathy plea, the desperation evident in her voice. But instead of stopping, Zhang Wei's response was an evil smirk that sent a shiver down her spine.

The next instant, she felt something caressing the delicate fabric covering her most intimate area.

'No!' Panic coursed through her, and she reacted instinctively, grabbing his hand and holding it in a vice-like grip, determined to fend off his advances.

Another battle took place inside the hidden depths of table, one of Xiong Mei's resistance and patience, trying to ward off an evil villain, which constantly threatened her.

Xiong Mei's breathing became rapid, and her flushed complexion made her appear unwell.

It was a peculiar sight, especially considering she hadn't even been drinking alcohol—just fruit juice.

How could fruit juice have such an effect on her?

The question mark that hung in the air was visible on the faces of those around her.

The confusion in their eyes only deepened Xiong Mei's frustration, her glare almost capable of burning holes in the table.

It was beyond baffling how she was struggling against the intoxication that wasn't supposed to be there in the first place.

Despite her urge to beat him up, something within her restrained her from unleashing her anger on Zhang Wei.

Perhaps it was a mixture of shock, helplessness, and even curiosity about where this teasing would lead.

She found herself in a bizarre position, trying to endure his relentless advances like a submissive partner.

Bai Wenling's instincts started tingling.

She had a keen eye and was quick to detect any hint of discord or odd behavior.

Song Shoushan and Mo Chen were busy drowning their own sorrows, but Bai Wenling hadn't indulged too much in alcohol, as she was the responsible for driving them back home.

Observing Xiong Mei's unusual conduct, her suspicions were directed toward Zhang Wei, who, despite the strange situation, wore an unchanged poker face.

Bai Wenling let out a sigh; the situation was getting stranger by the minute.