What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 34
Feng Jiye stood beside Xue Zhixiao, watching her bite her plump lower lip as his fingers worked deeper into her tight hole. When he met resistance, he leaned down to murmur soothing words, coaxing her body to relax until his fingers slid in and out with slick ease.
“Oh~ So you’re a natural treasure. No wonder…”
Her inner walls clung to his fingers like warm, wet silk—soft yet greedy, pulling him deeper with each thrust. If just his fingers felt this good, how would it feel to bury his full length inside her?
Feng Jiye never hesitated when desire struck.
He withdrew his fingers, unbuckled his military belt, and shoved his pants down. His thick member sprang free, heavy and eager. Adjusting the seat, he hooked Xue Zhixiao’s legs over the armrests, hiking her dress up to her waist. The sight of her damp, sheer panties clinging to her curves made his grin darken.
With a rough tug, he tore the flimsy fabric away, exposing her glistening folds—pale pink, perfectly shaped, already dripping for him.
Beautiful. A true rarity.
His blood burned. Though young, he’d had plenty of women, but military life had kept him starved lately. Now, with such a feast before him, how could he resist? Truthfully, the moment he saw Xue Zhixiao, he’d decided, “A friend’s lover is fair game.” Besides, sharing women with Yan Yi was nothing new.
But Yan Yi seemed unusually possessive this time. Feng Jiye wasn’t stupid—he wouldn’t throw away a lifelong friendship over one reckless night.
He’d take her in secret if he couldn’t take her openly.
And his plan was working perfectly.
Gripping her hips, he aligned himself with her soaked entrance. “I’m going in, Xue Zhixiao,” he warned before thrusting deep.
“Oh! F*ck—so good!”
“Ah~ S-slow down, Yan Yi…”
Still wearing the VR headset, Xue Zhixiao saw only a massive shaft plunging into her—hyper-realistic, magnified, every detail vivid. The dual sensation of fantasy and reality made her body respond wildly. Her walls trembled around just the tip, spilling fresh wetness.
Feng Jiye groaned. Even half-sheathed, her tightness was maddening. Pleasure shot up his spine, seizing his control. He hauled her closer, driving the rest of his length inside in one brutal push.
“Mm!”
Watching her delicate body stretch around his thickness, her inner muscles milking him greedily, he lost all restraint. Hips snapping forward, he bang her like a starved beast—hard, fast, relentless.
“Ahh~ Too much~ Yan Yi, oh~!”
“Call me ‘Honey,’ baby!”