Mr. Tycoon's Daring Wife

Chapter 292 Grab Her Bags and Leave

WARNING: NSFW content continued. Once you encounter the second - - - - -, the sexual content will end. After that, there will be details important to plot c:

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Yang Feng began to kiss a path starting from the dip of her breast to her stomach, causing her entire body to clench in anticipation. She could feel a fire burning within her, starting from her womanhood, and when his rough, calloused finger teased her inner thigh, her back arched off of the bed.

Everywhere he touched or kissed, she could feel tingles. She could feel something hard accidentally brush her legs before it disappeared. Judging by his heavily hooded eyes, the evident passion, she could tell exactly what it was, her burning cheeks glowing another shade of red.

She let out a gasp when his mouth dived straight down, without warning, against the petals of her flower. Her head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut, whilst his tongue swept against the slits and then caressing the pearl in soft, slow circles.

She was overwhelmed with pleasure, unable to control the lewd sounds that escaped from her lips. His fingers grazed her inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin. He let out a low growl at the sounds she made and suddenly pursued his lips against the pearl, sucking the area, earning another round of sweet cries that drove him insane.

"Ah! W-wait-ah!" She loudly moaned when he suddenly began to lap his tongue upon her womanhood, exploring the world of pink flesh, and swirling his tongue as if she was a lollipop.

When she finally raised her head to look at him a bit, their eyes met. He had been looking at her the entire time, watching her pleasured expression with his large, dark eyes staring deeply into hers, filled with tender love, absolute devotion, and dangerous lust.

She could feel something building up within her, picking up its pace, like her pants for air. He buried his tongue deeper into her and that was when she truly felt it, an immense wave of pleasure, stronger than the one she was currently drowning in. Her muscles tightened as she began to climb to a greater ecstasy, building up higher and higher, until she felt like she was reaching the peak.

And she did.

"Y-Yang Feng!" She arched her back, a delirious effect passing over her as she released something she did not realize she was holding in. Her body shuddered and hummed as a rough tremor coursed through her. She eventually collapsed onto the bed, her chest rising up and down in an attempt to catch her breathing.

"Ah, w-what-!" She moaned when he began to lap his tongue again, greedily drinking everything in. She melted against the pillows, her fingers reaching to grasp something.

During their passion, he had shifted his hand to hold her open. She tightly clenched the blanket in hopes of distracting herself from the immense pleasure, but he was having none of it, grabbing her hand and tangling their fingers. He thoroughly cleaned her up with his tongue.

Her eyelids were becoming heavier now, dropping a bit. She could feel her heart skip a beat, a blush traveling from her chest to her cheeks when he licked his lips, "Delicious." He seductively whispered in a hoarse, rough voice that was forcing her to feel all sorts of haywire emotions.

"Tired already? That was only the beginning." He let out a dark laughter, sending pleasurable shivers down his spine.

He wanted to go for another round, one that involved more than just his wild tongue, but he could tell she was beyond exhausted. That was fine with him. From now on, he planned on training her stamina until she could fully take him in. With her condition right now, she would break with the force he had planned to roughly enter her.

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Zhao Lifei shrank back a bit when he suddenly got off the bed and disappeared. She sat up, a bit confused and hurt at how fast he left. Where did he go? Her eyes flickered with surprise when he suddenly came back with a hot towel in hand and one of his t-shirts in the other.

"Lay back down, my love." He cooed to her which she obediently followed. He began to wipe her body clean so that she would be more comfortable later on. He did not notice the slightly-worried expression on her face.

"Yang Feng..." She began, her voice filled with exhaustion. He hummed in reply, placing the towel down after he was done. Next, he helped her into his t-shirt which reached a bit higher than her mid-thigh. The more he pampered her, the more she felt the guilt coursing through her. She believed a woman should not feel guilty when it comes to such an important topic, especially when the idea of it was so ancient, traditional, and dumb.

"Yes?" He lifted their blanket and climbed underneath it, his arms resting on her hips. She turned to face him, nervously wrying her fingers together.

"I...I’m not..." She mumbled something incoherent. He scooted closer and shifted their position so that he was laying on his back and she had her head resting on his chest, her ear pressed against his heart.

"You’re not what?" He asked, caressing her arm and playing with the edges of her hair.

In a voice barely above a whisper, she muttered, "I’m not a virgin."

Yang Feng went quiet at the sudden change in subject. He thought about his next approach.

Zhao Lifei’s anxiety drastically increased with each passing second. His arm loosened around her, which forced her to overthink the situation. Her heart dropped at his silence.

She did not think he was such an old-traditional type of man who prized a woman’s virginity above all. What happened to thinking tradition as peer-pressure from the dead? She sat up from the bed and upon seeing his blank, almost judging expression, she could feel the prickling pain of her broken heart traveling to her chest. She tried to get off the bed, but before her foot even graced the ground, he grabbed her.

"Where are you going?" His voice was gruff, almost as if he was angry.

Zhao Lifei’s nails dug into her palms, painfully creating ridges. "I wanted to grab a glass of water." More like grab her bags and leave.

Yang Feng slowly released his hold on her, deciding it must’ve been a hard topic for her to discuss and perhaps water would help. But in the last minute when she stood up, he followed after her. When she took one step, he loosely wrapped his arms over her waist, not allowing her to leave if she wanted to. "Who took it?"

"I...don’t want to talk about it."

"Why?"

She turned around, hate clouding her eyes. "You’d kill him."

Yang Feng’s lips twitched, she knew him so well. "Never."

"And pigs fly."

"We’ve had this conversation before, my love. If you chuck it in the air, it will."

Zhao Lifei glowered at him. In such a serious conversation, he still had the time to sit around and joke about the past?