What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 36

A playboy who had gone without a woman for two years had finally encountered one—a stunning beauty with a body made for sin, her tight hole driving him wild. After one rushed round, he let her go—only to watch her return to another man’s arms.

So, how long would Feng Jiye’s “next time” take to arrive?

Lying bare on his bed, Feng Jiye couldn’t close his eyes without seeing Xue Zhixiao beneath him—her flushed skin and her trembling moans. The memory burned through him, leaving him restless, his length hard and aching.

Finally, he opened his eyes, his sharp gaze glinting with mischief. With a smirk, he rolled out of bed and strode into his workshop, tinkering with his latest project.

There was something inside Xue Zhixiao’s body now—his own cutting-edge invention.

“Mmm~ Yan Yi, too deep—ohh~ Ah! Ahhh—!”

The sounds from the hidden microphone played clearly in his ears as he worked, undisturbed.

Everything he developed was patented. The military paid him handsomely to use his tech, though money meant little to him. What he enjoyed was seeing his creations tested in the field.

Of course, if the organisation knew he was using military-grade equipment for this, they’d probably choke on their own rage.

By the time the moans and gasps finally quieted, Feng Jiye had finished his preparations.

He moved to a nearby case, pulling out a set of black tactical gear. Piece by piece, he suited up, strapping on every tool he’d just perfected.

Under a moonless sky, a rugged off-road vehicle sped down a dirt path, kicking up dust in its wake.

Xue Zhixiao stirred awake, her vision filling with the deep blue of early dawn.

Sitting up, she scanned the vast grassland around her, searching for familiar figures.

“Looking for me?”

Feng Jiye’s grinning face came into view.

They were perched on the roof of his vehicle—he must have carried her up here.

“You brought me here?”

Her voice was calm, almost indifferent, and Feng Jiye arched a brow, amused. His fingers trailed down her cheek, teasing.

“Baby, I’m not done tasting you yet.”

His hand slid lower.

Xue Zhixiao wore only a silk nightgown, and knowing Yan Yi, he doubted there was anything beneath it.

Yesterday had been rushed—no time to strip her, no chance to admire her bare beauty. But now? He had all the time in the world to enjoy her properly.

The thought darkened his gaze, his smirk widening. Sure, he’d driven all night, but that wouldn’t stop him from a satisfying morning workout.

His fingers reached the tie at her waist, loosening it with deliberate slowness.

“Aren’t you afraid you’ll turn him into your enemy?” Xue Zhixiao didn’t resist, only tilting her head with faint mockery.

His hands didn’t pause, but his smile faded slightly as he studied her composed expression.

“If this weren’t the apocalypse,” he murmured, “I’d think you were a honey trap sent by my enemies.”