Encroachment chapter 6 and chapter 7

 Chapter 6: Er*ction 

The man seemed detached from the world, sitting on the left side of the sofa, drinking his alcohol in solitude. His slightly wrinkled white shirt faintly outlined his well-toned upper body muscles. The collar was slightly open, revealing a delicate collarbone.

He held the glass, his slender fingers displaying distinct knuckles. A layer of cold air condensed into droplets on the surface of the glass, silently sliding along his fingertips.

He gazed at the clear and pure liquid in the glass, about to bring it to his lips. Suddenly, as if sensing something, he abruptly raised his upper eyelid. Those captivating and enchanting peach blossom eyes collided with her scorching gaze in an instant.

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Cheng Tong, seeing this, whispered in Shen Shuman’s ear, “His name is Wei Shi, a neurosurgeon who specializes in messing with people’s minds. He’s single and quite flirtatious.”

The phrase “messing with people’s minds” sent shivers down their spines.

He was a neurosurgeon! Before Shen Shuman could correct her, even before she could open her mouth, Cheng Tong gave her a strong push, causing her to stumble and fall into his arms.

Caught off guard, neither of them reacted in time. She sat halfway on his lap, her hands against his firm chest, feeling his pounding heartbeat.

Time stood still in that moment, and she was so nervous that she forgot to breathe. Her heart was pounding, overloaded, creating a sensation of imminent death. Through layers of fabric, for some unknown reason, the skin that touched him felt scorching hot.

She felt as if she were sitting in a bonfire, engulfed in smoke and flames, making her cheeks flush with heat. She knew about Wei Shi’s single status.

Three years ago, he had performed an emergency rescue on a passenger on a high-speed train, but accidentally, someone recorded it and uploaded it online, instantly turning him into an internet sensation.

People sneaked into the hospital to take photos of him, and reporters came knocking on his door for interviews. Because of his youth, talent, and single status, combined with his tall stature, long legs, and handsome appearance, wearing a white coat seemed to automatically activate a fan base for him. 

He immediately attracted a large number of fans. The barrage comments, forum discussions, and other content were nothing but:

“Age is not a problem, I love you.”

“Husband, I can…”

“He’s so handsome, I love him so much.”

…

Since then, his relationship status had become a matter of utmost importance to his fans.

Hmm… Well, for her, it had always been of utmost importance. Since they were both single, did she still have a chance?

She looked up at him in a daze, only to find that his obsidian-like eyes were filled with complex and inscrutable radiance. He was observing her, looking very carefully, as if confirming something.

His gaze followed her slender swan-like neck downwards—

She was wearing a half-sleeved apricot lace dress today, the well-fitting cut accentuating her graceful and charming body curves. Her modest arms squeezed her impressive bosom, as if eager to burst out of the V-neckline.

He averted his gaze, but his mind was filled with that bottomless cleavage. The scorching desire surged through his body with the alcohol, making him dizzy and hot. He tugged at his collar, unbuttoned another button, faintly revealing the sensuality in the gap of his chest.

Feeling a protrusion pressing against her thigh, Shen Shuman initially didn’t pay much attention to it. Until she noticed that the bulge was becoming more and more evident, she couldn’t help but curiously glance downward.

A tent-like structure had risen within his trousers, the giant beast inside the fly high and swollen, as if about to burst through the obstruction and expose itself. Her heart skipped a beat, and she panicked.

Seeing her dumbfounded gaze fixed on his bulging crotch, Wei Shi found it amusing. “At your age, is this your first time seeing a man’s er*ction?”

His teasing embarrassed her.

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Warning: Mature scenes!

Chapter 7: Touching the His Big C*ck

Having lived for twenty-eight years, she naturally knew about the matters between men and women, but her knowledge and understanding were only derived from school education. She was born beautiful from a young age, with a pair of captivating fox-like eyes. There was even a beautiful teardrop mole at the corner of her right eye, leading people to playfully call her “little fox spirit” regardless of their age.

As she entered puberty, her body began to develop.

She inherited her hourglass figure, and her mounds developed particularly well. As a result, she had been teased by boys as “dairy cow,” “busty,” or “big-chested sister” on numerous occasions.

The teasing didn’t stop at just boys making remarks about her mounds, saying things like, “Your mounds are so soft, feel them,” “What did you eat to grow them so big? I envy you,” “Guys love big mounds”…

The more they mocked and belittled her, the more she closed herself off, maintaining a dignified and reserved appearance, akin to an old nun. As a virgin who had never been in a relationship, she had truly never seen a man getting an erection right in front of her.

And it was the man she had secretly admired for years.

He lowered his head, pressing against her cheek, wickedly blowing air into her ear. “You’re so captivated by it. Don’t you want to touch it?”

The warm breath, like gently tickling feathers, teased her ear, making her neck twitch with itchiness. An evil flame ignited inside her.

She was indeed curious, very tempted to touch it, but… “Is it allowed?”

“Hmm?” He didn’t hear clearly, but he noticed her shy glances and furtive movements as her small hand secretly covered his crotch, caressing his gradually thickening p*nis.

The private room was dimly lit, and everyone was quite drunk. No one should notice her acting like a pervert, secretly fondling a man’s private parts, right?

She was both ashamed and uncontrollably excited, her heart pounding like a drumbeat, “thump thump,” even overpowering the deafening music.

His trousers had a nice drape and a smooth texture. Timidly, she used her fingertips to touch the bulge, afraid to apply too much pressure. It was more like a gentle and elusive touch, repeatedly brushing against it, which didn’t quite satisfy him. He furrowed his brow, a bit dissatisfied.

They were so close, with his breath blowing across her cheek, coarse and scorching, making her heart race in panic.

He didn’t say anything and it made her gradually gain more courage.

Curiously, she squeezed the continuously hardening sh*ft and then felt her way to the round and plump head at the top.

She secretly wondered: Are men always so thick and large down there? Can it fit… in that place?

“Mmm…” His throat trembled slightly, releasing a suppressed heavy breath, like a beast being pleasured, “If you keep going, I won’t be able to hold back.”

Hold back what?

She was momentarily stunned, and then a sensation akin to eating a mint flooded her brain, as if waking up from a dream.

Realizing what she was doing, engaging in such wanton behavior, she immediately withdrew her hand, shifted her buttocks, and nervously sat beside him.

“I’m sorry…” she murmured, wishing she could slap herself twice and scold herself for stooping so low and doing such obscene things. 

His throbbing c*ck, which had been aching, was left without solace. He furrowed his brow and glanced at her.

With her head lowered and sitting uncomfortably beside him, there was a distance of a dozen centimeters between them. In a flash of white light, he saw her flushed cheeks, even her ears and neck were tinged with a rosy hue.

This girl…

He shook his head and chuckled lightly, feeling somewhat helpless.

Shen Shuman tangled her fingers together. When her desire subsided, she took a clean glass and poured herself a glass of ice-cold beer. The beer foamed up, filling most of the glass.

As someone who didn’t often drink alcohol, she hurriedly took a sip, but the alcohol rushed through her, causing her to quickly set the glass down.

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