Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Wei Meilin (3)

Wei Meilin sat sideways on Li Feng’s lap, one of her perfect, pale jades already slipping free from the loosened silk of her qipao. The cool air kissed the exposed skin, sending a shiver through her, but it wasn’t just from cold. It was a confusing mix of nerves, shame, and a growing, undeniable craving.

Li Feng’s hand molded the exposed breast without hesitation, fingers kneading the soft flesh, thumb teasing the hardened pink bead in slow, practiced circles.

“Uhhmm…” she bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the moan that wanted to escape, but her body betrayed her, and the breathy sound slipped out anyway.

Her eyes darted away, cheeks flaring bright with a flush she couldn’t hide. She hated that she was reacting like this. A woman of her status, her reputation… yet here she was, melting under his touch.

Li Feng’s eyes caught hers, with desire and commanding. He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of her neck. “That’s it, Madam Wei. You deserve to feel this. You deserve everything I’m offering.”

His other hand slid under her qipao again, fingers tracing the curve of her hip, pushing the fabric aside to touch the tender skin beneath. Slowly, teasingly, his fingers crept higher, slipping beneath her underwear to press into the wet heat waiting for him.

Wei Meilin’s breath hitched sharply. Her hands gripped his collar, trembling. Part of her wanted to pull away, to keep control, to remind herself who she was. But another part, the part fueled by desperation and greed, urged her to sink deeper.

Her voice was barely a whisper, shaky and raw. “Sixty… forty…” Even like this, with her body being played and exposed, she still tried to squeeze out more benefits.

Li Feng couldn’t help but admire her. That hunger, greed and sharpness made her even more enticing. Unlike Senior Sister Yue, with Wei Meilin there was no need to be gentle. Women like her craved benefits for themselves, and that meant everything was up for negotiation.

“You’re greedy, Madam Wei,” Li Feng said with a slow smile. “How about this? If your performance is good, I’ll consider giving you the full forty share.”

Wei Meilin, holding back the pleasure from his rough hands, narrowed her eyes. “Performance…? You mean…”

Li Feng’s grin deepened. “Yes. Both business and… personal performance.”

She opened her mouth, about to bargain again, but he cut her off sharply. “This is the best I can offer. If you want more, then maybe this opportunity isn’t meant for you.”

Wei Meilin paused, weighing her benefits and lost. Finally, with a reluctant breath, she agreed. “…Fine. It’s a deal.”

Li Feng’s smile while grip tightened possessively on her hip, his fingers still kneading her exposed breast. “Good decision Madam. You will soon get power, respect, freedom. All of it.”

Her chest heaved, heart pounding wildly as the visions he painted, freedom and glory restored, dominance claimed, clouded her mind like a potent drug. Her defenses wavered, weakening with every word and every touch.

She wanted to resist, to hold onto her dignity, but in front of Li Feng, it was like being caught in a web too tangled to escape.

“I… I’m yours,” she confessed, voice trembling but determined. “Just make sure you fulfill your side of the deal…”

Li Feng’s lips curved into a victorious smirk. Slowly, deliberate, his fingers found the row of buttons on her collar again. One by one, with soft clicks, he undid them, each sound shattering the last walls of her restraint.

“Don’t worry, Madam,” he whispered, voice thick with promise, “following me will be the best choice you ever make.”

As the last button gave way, the silk slipped further, revealing the other jade pressed tight beneath the fabric jumping out. Without hesitation, Li Feng’s hand slid up to cup the second breast.

Wei Meilin gasped sharply, cheeks burning hotter as the silk fell away and both breasts become bare and vulnerable in his hands.

Her breath trembled, caught between fierce desire, deep shame, and the dizzying pull of the future Li Feng promised.

“You’re mine now,” he murmured, voice low and possessive.

Her eyes glistened with conflicted emotions: fear, longing, greed, and something fragile and new, … surrender. She didn’t fight anymore. For the first time in a long while, she finally saw hope in her dark future. Even though she had to become another man’s toy, it was still better than doing nothing.

She melted against him, gasping, moaning, her body responding with a fierce hunger she hadn’t allowed herself before.

The world outside faded.

Only Li Feng and the promise of that bright, hopeful future mattered now.

“Good girl,” he whispered, voice thick with satisfaction.

Wei Meilin shivered, breathless, caught between fear and desire, knowing she had already crossed the point of no return.

But she didn’t care.

Suddenly, Li Feng’s gaze flicked toward the door. His voice dropped to a sharp command.

“Goldie, stand guard outside. No one gets in until I say so.”

Almost immediately, the hooded figure nodded silently and slipped out, closing the door softly behind him.

Li Feng turned back to Wei Meilin, his eyes filled with lust and a commanding tone. “Now, there won’t be any interruptions… Let’s celebrate our successful deal shall we, Madam?”

Then he stood up and grabbed Wei Meilin’s wrist, dragging her toward the heavy wooden table in the corner. Her qipao hung loose around her hips, both of her soft jade breasts already bare and swaying against the cool air.

Without warning, he pushed her down onto the table, her body bending over it, soft, seductive curves pressed flat against the hard wood. Her breath hitched, chest rising fast and bounce.

Li Feng’s hands gripped Wei Meilin’s hips firmly, pressing her down against the cool wood of the table. Her body arched slightly under his touch, the silk of her qipao slipping further from her skin, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

“This is your first performance, Madam Wei,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. “So you better make sure you do great.”

Without warning, his hand smacked sharply against the curve of her bare peach.

slap!

Her perfect peach ripple and the sound echoing in the quiet room. Wei Meilin’s body jolted at the sting, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.

Li Feng didn’t give her time to recover. He freed his little brother, who had been eager for action for quite a while now, and pushed it toward her heavenly cave.

“Uhhmm…” Li Feng let out a growl as he felt the wet, soft surroundings gripping him with a tightness that shouldn’t be possible for a married woman.

He thrust forward hard, hips driving roughly against her juicy peach.

Thrust, thrust!

The movement was relentless, demanding, as if trying to mark her as his possession with each forceful push.

“Ahh…” Wei Meilin’s eyes widened as she felt the big, hot sensation pushing deep inside her, as if trying to explore her deepest parts. “T-this is too big…!” One of her small, delicate hands grasped Li Feng’s hand that was gripping her slim waist, subconsciously trying to push and escape.

But Li Feng ignored the weak resistance. His other hand slid up her back, fingers clutching her shoulder tightly, pulling her even closer so there was no escape.

“So tight,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure. “I’m quite lucky to get my hands on you first Madam….” He began to move his waist again slowly, then gradually picked up the speed.

Wei Meilin bit her lip hard, breath ragged, her body swaying and trembling from the force and urgency behind his movements. The sting on her skin mixed with the fire building deep inside her, her pride battling the craving he was unleashing.

Li Feng’s hand came down again, slapping her juicy white peach hard—plap! plap!

—each smack a rough reminder of who was in control.

“You belong to me now,” he said, voice rougher, “And this performance… it’s only the beginning.”

He thrust again, deeper, faster thrust, thrust! pushing her closer to the edge, demanding more than just obedience, demanding submission.

Wei Meilin’s breath hitched, caught between pain and pleasure, desire and the cold reality of the deal they’d made. Her voice broke free in a desperate moan as she surrendered to the overwhelming force.

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The sound of Li Feng’s thrusts echoed through the room, mixing with Wei Meilin’s soft moans, breathy, shaky, impossible to hide. Every clap of his palm against her skin sent a fresh wave of heat and ripple on her white peach.

“Uhh… ahh…” Wei Meilin’s breath hitched, soft moans slipping out as her body swayed beneath him, hips rolling hard against his hands.

Her proud, cold matriarch image was gone. Now, bent over the sturdy wooden table, her silk qipao hung loose and torn around her hips, exposing smooth, bare skin that glowed under the dim light. The silk of her qipao was thrown aside, hanging loose and torn around her waist, leaving her back and hips bare to the cool air.

Li Feng’s voice was low and rough, filled with pleasure and desire while moving his hip. “I’ve been wanting to knead this juicy peach ever since I first saw you, Madam Wei. So soft, so full… just begging to be touched.”

“Uhh… ahh… ahh,” Wei Meilin could only suppress her moans in response, feeling ashamed at his remark.

Bent over the sturdy wooden table, her body swayed with his every movement, hips rolling and pressing against his grip, the curves of her flesh shifting in a slow, desperate dance of submission and desire. The smooth skin glistened faintly with a thin sheen of sweat, the subtle rise and fall of her chest visible even in this position.

Li Feng’s groans mingled with hers, deep and guttural, as he drove into her with steady force. His breath was ragged, every movement fueled by desire and possession, his hands gripping her soft delicate waist like a man claiming his prize.

The room was thick with a sultry haze, lewd heat, every breath charged with Li Feng’s dominance as Wei Meilin bent beneath his will and touch.

“Ahh… uhh…”, Wei Meilin’s head hung low trying to suppress her moan, strands of dark hair falling over her flushed cheeks, her eyes closed tight as she gave herself over to the relentless pace. The sharp contrast between the hard wood beneath her and the softness of her exposed white flesh made every motion sharper, every sensation deeper. She has surrendered to the rhythm, her body shaking, trembling with each hard, relentless push.

Despite the roughness, there was a dark rhythm to their movements, a dangerous intimacy that bound them together, blending greed and desire into one.

In this moment, the matriarch who once ruled with icy control was nothing but a woman laid half-bare, trembling beneath the man who promised her everything… and hoping she could endure this first performance with a great result.

Plap… plap..

thrust… thrust…

The sounds continued to fill the room for a while, mixing with her alluring moans and his heavy groans.

Meanwhile, Goldie, who silently stood outside on guard duty, noticed a figure approaching.

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