The Hot-tempered Young Master and His Village Flower Child Bride - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Woman-On-Top (R-19)

The last stop of their trip was the provincial capital.

Zhao Xunyu took Chu Zhi Lu to see the places that were important to him during his childhood and adolescence: his elementary and middle schools, an internet café, a park, and a gymnasium.

Of course, he also took her to his home.

After arriving in the capital, they stayed at a hotel. Following the timeline of his memories, Zhao Xunyu spent four days showing her nearly a decade of his life.

On the fifth day, he brought her home.

In the spacious room, he cradled her neck with one hand and patted the soft bed with the other. “You’re lying here now, which means I’ve told you everything about the past ten years.”

He looked at her earnestly. “From now on, I won’t need to explain the significance of any place to you.”

Because I’ll always hold your hand, letting you experience everything with me, witnessing it all together.

Chu Zhi Lu’s eyes sparkled as she leaned in to kiss his lips.

Later that evening, Zhao Xunyu noticed the dark roots of his newly grown hair in the mirror. He realized there was one place he hadn’t taken her yet: the barbershop.

After entering junior high, he got his hair done at the same salon, and he was an old acquaintance with the boss. During summer and winter breaks, he and his friends would often dye their hair, only to be forced by their families to dye it back before school started.

Zhao Xunyu decided to get his roots touched up, so he took Chu Zhi Lu with him to meet his gold medal barber.

“What do you think about us getting matching hair colors?” Chu Zhi Lu asked.

Zhao Xunyu froze for a second, then tightened his grip, pulling her in and planting two big, sloppy kisses on her cheek. “You love me that much, huh?”

Chu Zhi Lu didn’t answer; she just asked again, “So, yes or no?”

Stroking her long, glossy black hair, Zhao Xunyu’s heart melted. But he said, “No, if you dye your hair, you’ll turn even more heads. It’ll get in the way of you keeping a low profile.”

In the end, Chu Zhi Lu only got a single streak highlighted on each side. It suited her aloof expression perfectly, adding a dash of cool to her elegant, ice queen vibe.

Of course, a matching hair color had to be posted on Moments. This time, Song Ting and the others were genuinely salty.

Especially Xu Qingchen. ‘What does it mean to be born under a different star? This was it.’

He and Zhao Xunyu got their hair dyed together—Zhao Xunyu went with teal and he went with red-green. When his girlfriend saw his new hair for the first time, she gave him an ultimatum: dye it black again, shave it all off, or break up.

And Zhao Xunyu?!

Not only was he not forced to ‘come ashore and reform himself,’ but his girlfriend was riding the waves with him!

Why would such a perfect ‘white moonlight’ dye her hair such an alternative color for a guy like him? Fine, whatever, but why did it have to look so damn good on her?

Xu Qingchen, pretending to be above it all, left a comment: The more you lack something, the more you show it off. You’re so pitiful.

Zhao Xunyu replied: You’re right. I have to suffer the hardships of love. I’m so pitiful. Hehehe.

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During their first time in Zhao Xunyu’s bedroom, Chu Zhi Lu was particularly passionate and assertive.

After thoroughly entwining her w*t, pink tongue with his, she slowly moved downward. She paused briefly at his prominent Adam’s apple and n*pples before gliding over his firm, muscular ch*st and abdomen. She headed straight for the dangerously prominent, towering serpent.

Her intentions were obvious. Zhao Xunyu noticed and, while appreciating her initiative in bed, didn’t want to make her feel humiliated. He gently cupped her chin with his slender hand and forced her to look up. “You can’t eat dirty things,” he murmured.

Chu Zhi Lu blinked at him. Her boneless, cold hand slowly coiled around his veined, throbbing p*nis, drawn by its heat. Sensing that this was the haven she longed to cling to, she began to clumsily stroke it up and down.

Zhao Xunyu’s lower abdomen tightened as a jolt of electricity surged from his tailbone. His already er*ct p*nis swelled further, arrogantly forcing open her hand and brutally claiming its territory.

Despite having experienced this many times before, Chu Zhi Lu blushed, her heart racing and her throat drying up. She felt a mix of eager anticipation and nervous apprehension.

Having noticed her furtive glances at his gr*in, Zhao Xunyu frowned. “You can’t eat that.”

The bulging veins, gnarled like tree roots, writhed menacingly across his fully er*ct p*nis. Each pulsed distinctly beneath the skin, radiating a dormant, savage energy.

Chu Zhi Lu’s heart pounded as she stared at the massive, steaming object inches from her face. She pressed her ch*st against it, hoping its warmth would calm her racing pulse.

Sensing her frantic expression of desire, the p*nis grew even more engorged.

When Chu Zhi Lu met Zhao Xunyu’s deep, mesmerizing black eyes, the flicker of retreat in her heart was instantly overwhelmed by a surge of heat.

Steeling her resolve, she lowered her trembling lashes and took the scorching behemoth into her mouth. She awkwardly enveloped the swollen mushroom head, clumsily l*cking the tip like a lollipop and tentatively exploring deeper, inch by inch.

Zhao Xunyu gasped sharply as her w*t, tight mouth clung to his engorged p*nis. The sensation was both painful and pl*asur*ble, making his p*nis throb violently. He wanted to tell her to stop, but as if possessed, he pressed his hand against her head and guided the sh*ft deeper into her mouth.

Sensing his loss of control, Chu Zhi Lu opened her small mouth even wider. It was her first time, and his massive p*nis filled her entire mouth, leaving no room to maneuver. Inevitably, her teeth grazed the sh*ft.

Zhao Xunyu felt both pain and pl*asure.

With the last shred of tenderness remaining, he trembled as he cupped her face and withdrew his p*nis from her mouth. He roughly lifted her by the armpits and dragged her onto his body until she straddled him, her legs splayed across his waist. He asked, “Is it hard to eat?”

Before she could answer, he blocked her lips with his own, l*cking every corner of her mouth angrily before finally finding her pink tongue to entangle with it. Zhao Xunyu fumbled to put on a c*ndom. He spread her legs apart, letting her straddle his waist and abdomen. His p*nis was close to her perky b*tt*cks. He hit her b*tt*cks as if to punish her, listening to her muffled groans of dissatisfaction. Then, he held the sh*ft firmly, slowly pushing into the flower hole that was gushing honey. He sank directly and fiercely into bliss.

Chu Zhi Lu kissed him passionately while matching his thrusts and hip movements. Their intertwined, sticky breaths and moans formed a three-dimensional symphony that filled the room. Chu Zhi Lu cl*m*xed first, her fl*ids drenching his sh*ft. Zhao Xunyu could no longer restrain himself, and he erupted against her lower body. Finally, he broke away from her lips to gasp for air.

As the lingering bliss faded, Zhao Xunyu gently patted her bare shoulder with tender affection, as if soothing a child to sleep.

Chu Zhi Lu’s fervor was excessive this time. Before long, her small hands were wandering over his body again.

Zhao Xunyu kissed her delicate eyebrows and eyes, bit by bit. His fingers traced her graceful curves er*tically and lingeringly. Then, he opened his big hand, grasped one of her beautiful br*asts, and kneaded it skillfully.

Having already cl*m*xed once, her skin felt softer and pinker than usual, and her br*asts felt heavier and more enticing. This made him reluctant to let go.

The heat pressing against her b*tt*cks made Chu Zhi Lu’s fl*ids flow even more profusely. The exposed length of his sh*ft rested against her most vulnerable spot, leaving her with a mix of anticipation and panic as if she might be pierced at any moment.

Zhao Xunyu allowed her to prop herself up on his ch*st, half-sitting. He wrapped one arm around her waist, and his other hand toyed with her br*asts. His hard p*nis pressed against her w*tness and teased her by thrusting and withdrawing. He ignored her w*tness and its contracting lips, preferring to tease and play with them. He waited to see when she would break down and beg for release.

Chu Zhi Lu was left dangling, her body arching helplessly toward the heat source. She gazed at him imploringly, longing for release. Realizing Zhao Xunyu’s cruel amusement, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She tore open a c*ndom, put it on him, and lifted her hips to take him inside her.

Zhao Xunyu’s throat tightened. He pressed down on her small b*tt*cks, driving himself fully into her.

“Ah…” Chu Zhi Lu groaned in discomfort because the woman-on-top position was too intense, but she quickly adjusted. She braced her hands against Zhao Xunyu’s abdomen and began to ride him with practiced strokes. Her hips moved up and down and from side to side. She swallowed and released him with each thrust.

Chu Zhi Lu sat astride Zhao Xunyu, her eyes glazed with desire as she sought his touch. Her br*asts swayed with each movement; her posture was alluring. Zhao Xunyu matched her rhythm, thrusting relentlessly and never tiring. This time, Chu Zhi Lu was exceptionally ar*used. She reached org*sm twice yet still writhes with energy, far more vigorous than usual.

Finally, after countless thrusts, her delicate walls could no longer withstand the fierce f*cking. A sudden, convulsive spasm gripped her, arching her body involuntarily and flushing her skin with a rosy blush.

Seeing her fervent eagerness, Zhao Xunyu had no intention of letting her off easily. After her cl*m*x, however, her walls tightened around him with a fierce, rhythmic suction. He had been holding back for too long, and now he could resist no longer. Gripping her slender waist, he pressed her down. His scalding sh*ft throbbed against her spasming inner walls as he released his seed.

After they made love, Chu Zhi Lu lay limp against Zhao Xunyu, her waist and legs aching, utterly drained. She clung to him like a kitten, soft and pliant. Once they had both caught their breath, Zhao Xunyu asked in a husky voice, “Were you moved by my sweet words today? You were so passionate.”

“Maybe,” she murmured. The thought of making love in his room had also thrilled her. It felt like entering his world and leaving her mark within it.

Zhao Xunyu chuckled. “I get it. I won’t say it again. I’m afraid you’ll drain me dry, and I’ll die from exhaustion.”

Chu Zhi Lu’s expression remained languid as she gently twisted his n*pple. “So, you’re saying you can’t handle it?”

“No, I mean, we need sustainable development.”

“Got it. You can’t handle it.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Xunyu silenced her with a punishing kiss. He bit down hard on her tender lips with brutal force while his hardening p*nis relentlessly pounded her.

Gripping her hips, he pressed her against his eager p*nis and thrust deep without mercy, each stroke a forceful lash.

He proved his virility through action.