What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 27
Xue Zhixiao was slowly driven mad by Yan Yi’s torment. Sobs and moans spilled from her lips, her mind consumed by raw need—begging for union, for rough treatment, for anything to fill the unbearable emptiness. Even a toy would suffice, as long as it could slip inside her soaked hole and thrust her to the summit!
“Baby, tell me—what were you thinking when you saw my cousin?”
Yan Yi withdrew halfway, watching their slick connection glisten. His eyes burned, yet he kept his pace agonizingly slow, savoring the cruel duality of pleasure and denial.
“Huh? Why did your hole get wet the moment you saw him?”
“Ugh—I, ngh—I don’t know! Please, Yan Yi—ahhh!”
Seeing Xue Zhixiao writhing in frustration tortured Yan Yi too, physically and mentally.
A gnawing instinct warned him—an unsettling sense of violation, as if something precious had been eyed, coveted, by another. The thought sickened him.
That “precious thing” was Xue Zhixiao. And the imagined thief? His own cousin, Yan Qiao.
The worst part? Yan Qiao was no dishonorable creep. He was a decorated military general, respected for his integrity. Rising from recruit to major-general in 20 years, his reputation was untarnished.
Yan Yi despised his suspicions. How could he tarnish his cousin’s image with such filthy thoughts? Yet—what if his gut was right? After tasting Xue Zhixiao’s addictive delights, any man might fall.
Just as he had—hopelessly ensnared in her unconscious charm.
The conflict tore at him. So, he punished himself… and Xue Zhixiao, the unwilling object of his paranoia.
Clenching his jaw, he resisted the urge to ram deep. Instead, he demanded answers: Why had she reacted to Yan Qiao? Why had her hole dampened at the sight of him?
The threat felt real. Yan Qiao was a formidable rival.
With a growl, Yan Yi slammed his rod to the hilt, hoisting Xue Zhixiao’s legs into a crude hold. He pistoned into her—full strokes, ruthless and unrelenting.
“Ah! Ngh—too fast! Ahhh—!”
The room echoed with their slap of skin and her shattered cries. Thankfully, the walls were soundproof.
Xue Zhixiao’s pent-up need surged anew, waves of delight crashing through her. Just as she teetered on the edge—
Yan Yi withdrew.
Her stretched hole gaped, twitching around sudden emptiness. The overstimulated walls clenched futilely, milking only air as her climax slipped away—
“Aahhh—!”