Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 183 *Helping Xiong Mei take a Bath* (2)

Chapter 183 *Helping Xiong Mei take a Bath* (2)

"No! Leave me," she protested immediately, her voice tinged with panic.

No way, men are most active in morning!

She won't be able to walk for next few days, if they do the deed again!

Xiong Mei would die, but not follow him to bathroom willingly.

Yet, her protests seemed to fall on deaf ears as Zhang Wei remained resolute, pulling her toward the bathroom with an air of determination.

"Nope, you need cleaning," he stated matter-of-factly, his actions conveying his intent.

Xiong Mei's voice trembled as she attempted to assert her independence. "I-I can do it myself!"

Desperation entered her tone as she continued to plead, "Please! Let me go, that place still hurts!" However, her words seemed to have little impact on Zhang Wei's resolve.

"That's all the more reason for me to help you wash," he calmly countered, his expression unwavering.

With a determined resolve, Zhang Wei slipped his arms under Xiong Mei's elbows and began to gently guide her toward the bathroom.

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*drip-drop*

The steam from the hot water filled the small bathroom, swirling around Xiong Mei and Zhang Wei like a mystical fog.

The sound of the water droplets hitting the tiles reverberated through the confined space, creating a steady rhythm that mirrored the beating of Xiong Mei's anxious heart.

Xiong Mei's unbound jet-black hair clung provocatively to the curves of her shoulders, glistening sensually under the pulsating water.

Each droplet descended upon her velvet lips, tracing a path down her supple neck, before it continued its exciting journey, meandering along the sensuous edges of her breasts, her shapely waist, and finally surrendering to the allure of the water coursing over her exquisitely sculpted body.

Zhang Wei's magnetic presence loomed dangerously behind her, his sculpted physique emanating raw masculinity.

The steam crept around his defined muscles, accentuating the chiseled lines that defined his form.

His heated breath tickled against the nape of Xiong Mei's exposed neck, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

His strong arms wrapped possessively around her, pulling her closer, immersing her in a maelstrom of desire.

With a touch that conveyed both strength and tenderness, Zhang Wei's fingers ventured along Xiong Mei's dew-drenched skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

They traced the delicate arc of her spine, caressing each vertebra, invoking goosebumps that erupted along her every nerve ending.

Slowly, his hands ventured lower, exploring the curve of her hips, igniting a torrent of longing that consumed them both.

With a mix of anticipation and excitement, his hands slipped between her legs, gliding over her moist, trembling folds.

Despite the overwhelming sensations, Xiong Mei kept her lips tightly sealed, her embarrassment etched across her face.

"C-Can you stop.. please?" she pleaded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Undeterred by her plea, Zhang continued his exploration, his soapy hands leaving a trail of slippery sensations across her body.

One of his hands ventured up to her breasts, the warm touch mingling with the foam, creating an intoxicating blend of pleasure.

Finally, his fingers caressed her neck, further heightening the intensity that pulsed through them both.

"I am only helping you wash, Xiong Mei. Is this how you respond to my kindness?" His voice reverberated in the steam-filled shower room, amplifying Xiong Mei's anxious heart.

A new, undeniable surge of desire ignited between her trembling legs as his fingers continued to sensually stroke above her swollen clit.

"You are not just washing me!" Xiong Mei protested, her eyes clenched shut, trying to resist the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

Zhang Wei's response was immediate and unyielding.

He slipped his skilled fingers inside her folds, causing a shiver to ripple down Xiong Mei's spine. "Then what am I doing?" he provocatively challenged, his tongue leisurely grazing across her collarbone, while his hand gently have her breasts a soft squeeze, evoking a moan from her lips.

"Y-you are taking advantage of me!" Xiong Mei's voice finally broke through, her embarrassment palpable in her trembling tone.

Zhang Wei shook his head, a sinister smile playing on his lips as he poured the shower gel into his hands.

With deliberate slowness, he began to rub the fragrant gel against her delicate skin.

Xiong Mei, overcome with a mix of shame and embarrassment, never could have imagined that Zhang Wei would act so hooligan with her.

His hands moved sensually, caressing her thighs and tracing the curve of her waist.

As the sensation coursed through her, she couldn't help but bite her lip, feeling a tingle that stirred her desires to life.

A mischievous chuckle escaped Zhang Wei's lips as he teasingly asked, "Do you want something more...?" He brought his finger to her trembling lips, his touch igniting a delicious shiver that danced along her skin.

Startled, Xiong Mei's eyes snapped open despite the water cascading over them. "Z-Zhang Wei, I am really hurt," she stammered, her face pale with genuine pain.

"Oh, does this not hurt you then?" he taunted, his finger tracing a daring path along her folds before daring to venture inside her most intimate depths.

"A-A little bit..." Xiong Mei admitted, her voice filled with a delicate hum. "B-But if you put your... thing, I won't be able to bear it."

Her body trembled in fear as his hardened manhood loomed behind her, a constant, menacing threat.

Zhang Wei inclined his head in acknowledgement, his breath warm against her ear. "Then we can explore other possibilities," he whispered, his teeth gently nimbling at her earlobe.

A shiver ran through Xiong Mei's body.

"What are your thoughts?" Zhang Wei asked, his eyes ablaze with a mix of desire and carnal hunger.

Despite his wandering hands, Xiong Mei hesitated, her voice quivering as she managed to speak. "W-Would you release me if I comply with your wishes?"

Zhang Wei adopted a pretense of thought, not wanting to reveal his true intentions. "Perhaps I would," he finally agreed, the pause in the air filled only by the sound of water cascading nearby.

A nod escaped Xiong Mei's lips, her voice barely audible. "Then I-I will follow your instructions."

An internal voice questioned her own hesitation. 'I have already surrendered everything to him. What more is there to fear?'

Yet, as he voiced his initial demand, her wavering confidence shattered like fragile glass.