What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 99

Xue Zhixiao gasped as rapid thrusts hammered against her most sensitive spot, the hard length of him rubbing relentlessly against her tender inner walls. With every deep push, waves of slick warmth spilled from her, their joined bodies creating wet, rhythmic slaps that filled the small room. The air thickened with the sound of his rough breathing and her soft, broken moans—an intimate symphony that left her flushed with embarrassment and pleasure.

Then, suddenly, he withdrew. A hot rush spilled from her as her body lightened, only for Wei Wei to lift her effortlessly from the bed and press her against the nearby wall. His large hands slid beneath her thighs, gripping firmly to spread her legs wider as his tall, heated frame pinned her delicate form in place.

He adjusted her height with deliberate ease, lining himself up before driving forward in one sharp thrust, filling her completely again. His narrow hips rolled, setting a vigorous pace that sent shocks of pleasure through her with every movement. The harder he pushed, the more her passage trembled around him, her sensitive walls clenching tightly around his thickness as if trying to pull him deeper. The swollen tip of him brushed against a place that made her gasp—a soft, sucking pressure around his slit that bordered on unbearable.

“Wei Wei—ah!” Xue Zhixiao arched back with a cry, her arms locking around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as a stronger climax tore through her. Her body stiffened, every muscle tensing as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her inner walls fluttering around him in erratic pulses.

“F*ck, baby, you’re going to break me,” Wei Wei gritted out, his voice strained. Her climax had him trapped, her passage squeezing him so tightly he could barely move. The tender flesh trembled around him, milking him with each contraction as another rush of heat coated his length. It was overwhelming—more intense than the thrill of a speeding racecar, more consuming than anything he’d ever experienced, even with the woman he’d once nearly married.

His jaw clenched, teeth grinding together as he fought against the urge to spill. He pistoned into her without pause, his back tingling, vision blurring at the edges as pleasure coiled unbearably tight.

“Zhixiao, Zhixiao, I love you,” he choked out, crushing her against him as his control shattered. His body shuddered violently as he came, his release surging deep inside her.

They never left that small room that noon, never bothered with food. Wei Wei took her on every surface—the floor, the bed, against the wall—until the air grew thick with the musk of their passion, only spurring him on further. He bent her into different positions, angling himself to sink deeper each time, his grip on her waist unrelenting as he drove into her over and over. Xue Zhixiao’s voice grew hoarse, her moans shifting to breathless pleas until she had no strength left to resist. When he finally pressed her face-down into the mattress and took her from behind, slow and deep, it was with a possessiveness that left her boneless, their bodies spent.

By the afternoon meeting, the staff noticed the change immediately. Their general manager carried himself with a satisfied magnetism that made it impossible to look away. His usual effortless charm had sharpened into something more potent—his eyes bright, his features relaxed in a way that sent flutters through every onlooker. Men and women alike found their faces heating, their bodies reacting unbidden as they watched him.

It was common knowledge that their notoriously single, dazzling boss had been acting strangely lately—moody, distracted, almost melancholic. Rumors had swirled that he might be pining for an unattainable man. But that morning, they’d seen him hand-in-hand with a woman whose allure rivaled his own, and the truth became undeniable.

The way he carried himself now—the glow of his skin, the ease in his smile—left little to the imagination. Everyone knew exactly what two people locked away for hours had been doing. And as their boss addressed the room, his presence alone was enough to send noses bleeding and hearts racing.

The collective thought was almost audible: Boss, could you be any more obvious?

And then, with a silent groan of despair: How are the rest of us supposed to survive this?