What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 121

“Oh…”

Xue Zhixiao’s pained cry escaped as Liu Xiuzhe’s thick rod fully entered her barely wet passage, stretching every inch of her delicate valley. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and her brows knitted together as the sharp discomfort made her tighten her lower abdomen. Her tender walls clenched around him instinctively, and she pressed her palms against his chest to halt his next thrust. “It hurts too much—don’t move,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Fortunately, her body responded quickly to the intrusion. Even without foreplay, her hole soon grew slick with nectar, easing the burning friction of his girth. The relief was slight but enough to spare her deeper discomfort.

Liu Xiuzhe’s eyes darkened with jealousy, his forehead veins prominent as he fought the urge to push deeper. The thought of another man touching her had driven him to this reckless act, and now her pained expression left him paralyzed with guilt. After a tense silence, he withdrew slowly, his breath ragged as he buried his face in her shoulder. “Zhixiao,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion, “don’t torment me like this. You promised to be mine.” He hesitated before adding, almost too quietly to hear, “What you did before… I won’t hold it against you.”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she pushed him away, wrapping the sheet around herself before slipping out of bed. Without looking back, she headed for the bathroom. “Is the shower here?” she called, her tone detached. “Asking Mr. Liu to prepare clothes for me.”

The mention of that name made Liu Xiuzhe’s chest tighten. He remained where she’d left him, the dimness in his eyes deepening as her footsteps faded.

When Xue Zhixiao emerged later, her skin glowed from the bath, dewy and flawless. Water droplets trailed from her damp hair down the graceful curve of her neck, disappearing between her soft mounds. A few stray beads clung to the peaks of her breasts, catching the light as they lingered on her pink tips. As she stepped forward, a fleeting glimpse of her delicate folds flashed beneath the towel before she let it drop, unselfconscious as she dressed.

The tracksuit clung to her curves, the thin fabric leaving little to the imagination. Without undergarments, the outlines of her nipples were visible, pebbled and tempting beneath the material. Liu Xiuzhe’s throat went dry as he watched them sway with her movements, his rod stiffening at the memory of how freely he’d touched her earlier.

Lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed her approach until she stood before him, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

“Am I pretty?”

“Very.”

“Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

She laughed lightly. “Then dry my hair.”

“Okay.”