S*x Toy Designer (1v1) - Chapter 41
“Ah!” Her p_ussy tightened, body arching again, legs trembling.
“Mmm… ha…” The folds he caressed sparked joy. She gasped, shuddering, a clear stream jetting from her urethra.
Unprecedented satisfaction lingered.
His eyes lit up, washing his hands and noting something.
Exhausted, she lay on the bed, mind blank, unable to recall her actions.
He set down his notebook, satisfied, and approached. “Can’t get up?”
She hummed softly, grumbling inwardly that he caused her state.
He chuckled, his mood lifting. “Since my s_ave was so obedient, testing toys for Master, how about a bath together as a reward?”
“No, something else!” She refused, wary of being devoured in the water—a reward for him, not her.
He raised an eyebrow, stripped her clothes, and carried her to the bathroom.
“Put me down!” She yelped, clinging to his neck, fearing a fall.
“Another ‘you,’” he laughed darkly. “Looks like my s_ave will work standing tomorrow.”
She glared, letting him have his way.
Though often beastly, he was gentle here, washing her carefully.
He cleaned her p_ussy’s ar_usal thoroughly, coaxing another clim_x, even teasing her swollen cl_toris again.
“No… your s_ave… can’t…” She recoiled as he reached again.
He feigned disappointment. “Then tonight, one more time.”
She cursed inwardly, wishing she’d stayed late at work to avoid him.
After bathing, he took a call and left, texting her: I’ll be late. Eat something and wait for me.
Overjoyed, she invited colleagues for hotpot.
After eating and singing, it was past ten. He’d called ten times.
The night breeze sobered her boozy haze, reminding her to return.
Trembling, she called him. He told her to cross the street.
The car window rolled down, and her face fell.
“Sorry…” She knelt in the car, stunned to find him there.
“Not very obedient, are you, s_ave?” His drawn-out tone froze her.
Seeing her fear, he chuckled. “Fine, I’m in a good mood today. You’re spared. No next time.”
Relieved, she gazed at him. Under the dim streetlight, he looked striking, deepening her drunken haze.
He closed his eyes to rest. Emboldened, she leaned in, pressing her boozy lips to his.
A faint minty scent filled her nose and mouth as she savored him.
“Xie Jingyao, I love you.”
Whether drunk or emboldened, she finally voiced her heart.
“I know.” He didn’t push her away, embracing her instead. “I love you.”
A/N
It’s over! There’s so much more to write about Chi Zaozao and Xie Jingyao, but their story ends here, leaving the best conclusion for them.
A note: novels differ from reality. If you enjoy such thrilling activities, only engage with someone you know well. In the story, Chi Zaozao trusted Xie Jingyao because of his “king” badge.
This scene can be deep. If you’re drawn to it from novels, think twice, real life rarely mirrors these plots. SM often avoids emotions. While some embrace devotion, it’s rare and requires serious thought, not impulse.