S*x Toy Designer (1v1) - Chapter 29
Was that praise?
Chi Zaozao grumbled inwardly, rubbing her sore jaw. She loved the play, but this relentless pace would ruin her body eventually, wouldn’t it?
“What’s on your mind?” Xie Jingyao looked down, catching the resentment in her eyes. He smirked, wiping the c_m from her lips and slipping his finger into her mouth. “Done with me and already scorning your Master?”
Her body trembled, her teeth nipping his fingertip.
“So you do scorn me.” His smile faded. He withdrew his finger, trailing a long string of saliva, wiped it with a tissue, and stood. “I thought you were different from the others…”
She froze. Even in their brief time together, she’d sensed his shift. Her heart sank.
Was her expression too revealing? His words cut through her thoughts.
“You can leave. Or, if it’s too late, stay here tonight and go tomorrow.” He turned and entered the bathroom.
The air chilled around her naked body. She shivered as water echoed from the bathroom. Her legs, numb from poor circulation, barely moved.
He emerged, wrapped in a towel, ignoring her as he dressed and left, glancing back once without a word.
The door’s slam jolted her. She tried to chase him, but her numb legs faltered, making each step agonizing.
Reaching the door, she realized she was still naked. Her hand, on the handle, retreated.
The musky taste and warmth lingered on her lips, but he was gone.
She wanted to flee, to find him, but where? How?
Rumors spoke of his vast businesses, even overseas. If he truly tired of her, he’d vanish from familiar places.
She washed, each mark on her body a reminder of their intimacy. Her s_x-swollen flesh still burned, unwashed by hot water.
At nine, the club buzzed with life. Dressed, she stepped out, the stench of smoke and alcohol turning her stomach. She hadn’t eaten dinner.
“Jesses?” A familiar voice snapped her back. Tina, a sultry woman, approached.
Chi Zaozao nodded, forcing a smile. “Tina, you’re here too!”
Tina, sharp as ever, saw through her facade but didn’t pry. She’d noticed Chi Zaozao descending from the second floor, reserved for the club’s kings. Something, or someone, had hurt her.
“Come on, I’ll buy you a drink.” Tina linked arms with her, leading her to the bar.
Before ordering, a plate of fried rice arrived.
Chi Zaozao blinked. The bartender explained, “A gentleman ordered it for you, said you’d likely not eaten and should fill your stomach.”
Staring at the egg fried rice, she bit her lip, nodding after a daze.