Chapter 66: Drink the fluids to my fill.

He gave an example.

“I saw a clear spring in the desert. To quench my thirst, I rushed day and night to reach it. Just when I bent down to drink, you jumped out and said it was your spring and told me to leave. Do you think I would accept that willingly?”

Su Man was silent; she knew that Zhou Chengjing was making a metaphor.

And the answer was obvious, because even she wouldn’t accept it willingly.

Sure enough, he said, “Either you let me drink my fill, or I will either kill you or be killed by you.”

“How do you expect me to choose?”

Zhou Chengjing was really cunning. He clearly had everything under control, yet he put the decision in her hands.

Su Man misunderstood his meaning of “drinking to his heart’s content”. After a pause, she tentatively asked, “If I let you drink your fill today, will you leave?”

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The elevator space was small, and Zhou Chengjing naturally noticed her action. He said nothing but let out a cold laugh.

Su Man closed her phone, inexplicably feeling weak in her legs.

Once inside, he reined in his temper and, in a normal tone, asked her, “Do you want to eat something first?”

It was a little after eleven, almost lunchtime. Zhou Chengjing couldn’t guarantee he would stop.

Su Man said no, and Zhou Chengjing nodded, “Alright, later don’t complain about being hungry. The only thing you can eat is s3m3n.”

Su Man: “…”

He didn’t change his shoes, nor did he let Su Man change. Barefoot, he carried her into the bedroom.

He loosened his tie and pressed her onto the bed, kissing her while they rolled around, undressing her and having her undress him.

Piece by piece, their clothing was discarded onto the floor, from the man’s high-end luxurious suit jacket to the woman’s soft, fragrant lingerie. They kissed and embraced, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies like lovers lost in uncontrollable passion, expressing the intense emotions hidden within their hearts through their bodies.

The air grew hot, their breaths heavy, the man’s sensual, the woman’s charming. They intertwined, weaving a web of desire.

Zhou Chengjing’s slender fingers slipped between Su Man’s legs, finding a wetness. He paused slightly, his lips brushing hers as he asked, “So wet, Manman. Honestly, did you start getting wet in the elevator?”

Su Man was angry at her own sensitivity and even more annoyed at his wickedness, snapping, “No, shut up!”

“Alright, I thought you were just as eager as this thing here.”

Zhou Chengjing didn’t insist. He took her hand and guided it to his erect member. It was already pulsing with excitement, leaking fluid, showing his impatience.

Su Man might have been momentarily out of her mind, feeling a sense of winning back in this contest of endurance.

It was childish, but she couldn’t help herself, complaining to him, “You’re like this already, and you still said you wanted to feed me first. How fake.”

Zhou Chengjing felt this remark sounded like a playful complaint, and the anger he had been harboring all day inexplicably dissipated, making him laugh happily.

“Alright,” he admitted, “I actually asked on purpose. I just wanted to feed you s3m3n when you’re exhausted and your stomach is growling.”

Hearing this, Su Man was stunned for a moment, then instinctively covered her mouth, looking at him in disbelief, “…You pervert…”

Her hand was pulled away, lips pressed against hers, and Zhou Chengjing silenced her remaining curses with a kiss.

“Just kidding. You find even my c**ck dirty, how could I bear to feed you that?”

His lips and tongue withdrew from her mouth, and Zhou Chengjing kissed her nose tenderly. He moved her hand that was gripping his member and pleaded, “Touch me, okay?”

The member in her palm was thick, hard as iron, with veins pressing against her skin, making her heart soften.

Su Man, losing her rationality, thought it would be the last time anyway.

She consented, enduring the embarrassment, gripping the massive organ with one hand and moving it up and down. She had no technique, rarely doing this for Wang Li before, only knowing to stroke it monotonously.

But strangely, her mind was now filled with the scene of Zhou Chengjing masturbating in the surveillance footage from that day.

Stroking, shaking, pressing the leaking tip, and scratching with her nails… Su Man seemed to learn instinctively.

“Mm…”

Zhou Chengjing hummed in pleasure, directing her, “Touch the balls, Manman, touch the balls too… Ah… gently…”

He was very happy because at this moment, he could feel Su Man’s genuine willingness, not just going through the motions.

—Although, she might think this was a farewell.

But it didn’t matter.

He grabbed her breast, his other hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, poking at her entrance, occasionally tugging at her labia, continually arousing her.

The more she flowed, the more Zhou Chengjing intertwined his fingers, inserting them, digging around, finding her sensitive spot.

He intended to make Su Man feel good, thrusting in and out, with fluids splashing, purposefully hitting that spot, swiftly and deftly, making her climax once under his fingers.

“Ah…”

Su Man bit her lip, moaning in restraint.

Hearing her, Zhou Chengjing felt even more aroused, his mouth dry and tongue parched. Remembering his earlier declaration to drink his fill, he reacted quickly, pushing her butt up and diving in to eat.

His tongue scooped up the fluids that were about to drip onto the sheets. He buried his head between Su Man’s legs, his breathing, temperature, and the strength of his sucking mouth… making Su Man flow again right after one wave.

He gulped down mouthfuls, his lips glistening, cheeks wet.

His tongue stiffened, entering her tight vagina like a brush, extracting more fluids.

“Ah, ah, ah… stop, stop licking… ah…”

Su Man, still in the afterglow of her climax, was even more sensitive. She was enjoying it so much that she couldn’t stand it, feeling like she was about to come again, desperately shouting for him to stop.

But her body was honest, swaying her hips to meet him, prolonging her orgasm.

“Mm, mm…”

Su Man, exhausted, collapsed back onto the bed, legs spread, letting Zhou Chengjing lick clean everything that flowed out of her.

This time he was gentle, like just cleaning up, or perhaps: drinking.

Moments later, Zhou Chengjing straightened up, meeting Su Man’s slightly dazed eyes. He licked his lips mischievously, intentionally telling her, “Half full.”