Chapter 10. Change to a More… H

From the seventh floor to the third floor, a mall as big as a football field, Chen Du came over in less than five minutes.

  

Chen Jiashu was holding a pair of night dresses and comparing them in front of the mirror when she saw Chen Du over by the door, who likewise saw her as soon as she entered.

  

“Which one looks good?”

  

Chen Jiashu held up two negligees in her left and right hands, a punky black straight dress and a cute pink and navy dress.

  

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‘Is that what he thinks?’ Chen Jiashu carried two hangers and Chen Du swept them over, “Buy them all if you like them.”

  

He looked a bit uncomfortable standing in a pile of beautiful and colourful women’s underwear. But Chen Jiashu picked out a few more pairs of lingerie, all of which were very sexy, and held them up in his hands to ask him which one looked good.

  

“All of them look good.”

  

Chen Du’s eyes glazed over as he looked past the lace thong underwear she was holding, trying to control himself from thinking too much about it.

  

He took a cotton underwear set off a nearby shelf, “Get this one. The lace fabric doesn’t breathe on the skin.” He had actually wanted to talk to her about it before.

  

“Really, I thought you liked it.” Chen Jiashu stood on tiptoe and moved closer to his ear, “Every time you like to tear it.”

  

The corner of Chen Du’s forehead jumped and he turned his head away and closed his eyes. The cotton underwear in his hand was taken by Chen Jiashu.

  

“Cotton ones are not bad either.” Chen Jiashu’s skin felt soft and comfortable.

  

“Hmm.” Chen Du sighed in relief and nodded his head.

  

“You’re not allowed to tear it.”

  

“Mm.”

  

Chen Jiashu selected clothes from the exhibition shelves and placed them up one by one in his arms. There were two night dresses, four or five inner pieces, and a pile of white socks.

  

She seemed to wear only white socks, sometimes mid-calf socks, sometimes long socks with different lace decorations stacked and embroidered at the cuffs, ruffled bubble-trimmed bows, but mostly full socks plain white.

  

Normally, at home or at school, she always dressed plainly in front of people, so those with decorations, cute and attractive, would only be shown to him, dedicated to him in a flirtatious way.

  

A strange sense of satisfaction rose in Chen Du’s heart. He did not even realise when he had started to feel a certain possessiveness towards Chen Jiashu. After that, it became stronger and stronger, more and more paranoid, to the point of holding it at all costs, even though he knew it was a sick love.

  

“Don’t you want to buy some fancy lingerie?” Chen Jiashu asked her as she prepared to go to the checkout, Chen Du holding his arms full of clothes.

  

“I don’t wear underwear.” Chen Jiashu hooked the corners of her mouth.

  

Chen Du took a quiet deep breath, a certain part of his body stirring.

  

Whenever he met Chen Jiashu, he could not stay calm.

  

After buying another pair of gloves and putting all the items together at the checkout counter, Chen Du naturally took out his card and handed it to the clerk.

  

Chen Jiashu gave him a look and didn’t say anything. Her hand, which was already in her bag and holding the money, was silently pulled back out.

  

“Thanks.” Walking out of the shop, Chen Jiashu said to Chen Du.

  

“Last night, I tore your underwear. I’m paying you back.” Chen Du said.

  

His tone was always sincere. His deep, brimming eyes looked directly at her, and an erotic, overflowing word came out of his mouth with warmth.

  

The tip of her tongue swirled against her palate, and Chen Jiashu smiled, “You’re welcome.”

  

It was the first time someone had tied her shoelaces. Chen Jiashu looked at Chen Du, who was half crouching on the floor, helping her tie her shoelaces one after another, tying them in a beautiful bow. She looked at his obedient and dedicated profile, and her heart was filled with despicable pleasure. 

  

Every time Chen Jiashu tried on a piece of clothing, the shopping guide had to give a huge compliment, from head to toe. These compliments were half sincere, half flattering. The basic quality of the guide was model friendliness was here, and the first task was also to sell clothes.

  

“It looks good.” That was all Chen Du could say. He really thought it looked great. Long dresses, short dresses, trench coats, Chen Jiashu’s body was better than the average model’s body. Anything she wore made his eyes shine and his mind tremble. It was never enough to see.

  

He sat on the sofa with shopping bags at his feet as Chen Jiashu stepped out of the fitting room in the heels she had just bought, stepping lightly on the floor like a white dove.

  

The four centimetre heels made her legs longer. Her thin waist was pinched in a short dark green dress, half of her long legs and her entire arm exposed, and a pair of collarbones held up the neckline in two clear, flat straight lines. The dress was elegant and set her off.

  

There had been two colours, but Chen Jiashu had shaken her head at the red and chose the dark green next to it. Chen Du also thought the cooler shade of dark green suited her; the red was too gaudy.

  

“This one looks good.” Chen Du put down the magazine he hadn’t turned a few pages and said to the shopper, “Wrap it up.”

  

The shopper nodded her head and said, “This is actually a couple’s model, and there is also a suit. If you two are attending some party or something, naturally the dress code should match each other, right?”

  

Chen Du was moved by her sentence about being in a couple. He nodded and got up, accepting the suit that the guide had sent to him.

  

“Wait for me.” He said to Chen Jiashu.

  

Chen Jiashu watched as this foolish and wealthy brother headed for the fitting room, rolled her eyes, and casually took a suit over.

  

Chen Du had just lifted the curtain to enter when he suddenly felt that something was not quite right behind him. When he turned his head, he saw that Chen Jiashu had followed him in.

  

He immediately dragged her into his arms and backhandedly pulled the curtain closed to fasten the hanging buckle.

  

“I’m trying on clothes. What are you doing here?!” Chen Du held the back of her head down to hide her face, and looked up to the ceiling for a glance to see if there was any surveillance.

  

“Do you want to try it here?” Chen Jiashu’s face was buried in his chest, her voice muffled.

  

Chen Du’s eyes widened, stunned by her bold whimsy, and in the next moment, his eyes widened even more as Chen Jiashu’s hand poked along the crotch of his pants.

  

He was wearing loose sports pants, not even a belt, with a loop of elastic around it, which pulled outward with a tug.

  

Chen Jiashu’s hands were white and small, soft and boneless, like a deadly, seductive snake. His d*vk quickly awakened, rising under her soft caress. The crotch of his pants protruded into a choking tent.

  

Chen Jiashu progressed quickly, not as rusty as last night, and began to find his sensitive spots, groping and testing them everywhere. Her soft fingertips were sliding from the sac to the head, swirling in a circle along the perimeter. She scraped and tickled the folds of his crown head a few times as Chen Du clenched his teeth, a low, ragged gasp still spilling out of his throat.

  

Like an experimental recorder, Chen Jiashu carefully observed Chen Du’s every reaction.

  

Chen Du’s d*ck was too big, a heavy heel in her hand, with internal tendons so gnarled that her fingers felt hideous when she touched it. While she had been afraid at first sight last night, it now made her inexplicably feel an inexplicable feeling of emptiness, wanting him to fill her up.

  

He frowned at Chen Jiashu, with a foreboding expression, a little thin sweat seeping from the corners of his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, “You stop it”

  

“What? You don’t want to?”

  

Chen Jiashu grabbed his hand and pressed it into the bottom of her dress, feeling up along her thighs. The heart of her thighs were wet and slippery, and she gasped, “But I want you to stick it in.”

  

His head bounced in her grip, the thick choked length of his d*ck expanding another turn.Chen Du tilted his head back, his throat making a swallowing motion.

  

The next second, he lifted her legs up and dangled them over the wall, both hands vigorously softening her p*ssy as the two inner flaps of her buttocks parted outwards and eagerly removed her underwear.

  

The young man’s long, calloused fingers squeezed into the fullness of her buttocks. He slid down the buttocks to touch the front of her p*ssy, which was already muddy and turned inside out. It shrank back in irritation when it met his slightly cool fingers, and the shrinking swallowed up half of his fingers.

  

Unprepared to prevent the invasion of foreign objects, the current spread from her p*ssy and the excitement went straight to her head. Chen Jiashu bounced like a live fish and couldn’t help but scream out.

  

Chen Du leaned down and kissed her, gagging her impatient moan in her mouth.

  

How could there be such a place in the world? It was so soft, so tickling, and so charming that water would come out wherever it touched. Chen Du inserted an extra finger, his index and middle fingers buried in her, pounding circles in her hot, wet, tight p*ssy. His unruly poking and prodding made her water and weep.

  

There was a rustle of footsteps outside the fitting room as staff walked back and forth, and what sounded like two people making small talk as they sorted out their clothes.

  

“It’s so annoying to try on a bunch of clothes again without buying them, making the fitting room look like a food market.”

  

“It’s okay, pffttt,” The girl next to her remembered a piece of gossip and couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh, “Did you hear what happened downstairs at the store? Her husband was having an affair with a woman in the fitting room, and it just so happened that his wife also wandered into the shop. She walked in with her clothes and saw two people come out of there with their clothes disheveled, and they almost got killed.”

  

“Holy shit is that exciting! How dare you have sex in a fitting room? “

  

“It’s the fitting room that’s exciting!” The man lowered his voice and laughed twice, “Have you ever heard of playing in the mirror?”

  

“Yeh… that’s enough of you!” The girl put her clothes down on the worktop, put on her work badge, and ran out.

  

“Hey, hey, wait for me.”

  

A curtain away, in the fitting room, Chen Jiashu blushed mockingly red, her p*ssy filled with two fingers. Her waist trembled, and her long legs were hooked behind Chen Du. Her small thighs rubbed against his back impatiently, her whimpers and moans swallowed by him.

  

Chen Du added another finger, gradually getting the hang of it, pounding her in and out. The thin calluses rubbing against the walls, the fingers twitching, thrusting in and out, pressing a circle along the scratchy lips of her p*ssy, poking in again with force.

  

He marvelled that such a narrow hole, the size of a pea, could take three fingers, strangling him so hard that the water dripped all over his hand.

  

Would she scratch more if he changed it to a thicker one and inserted his d*ck?

Chen Du was so choked with pain that he couldn’t wait any longer. He held Chen Jiashu’s p*ssy in front of him, pulled down his pants, and his monstrous d*ck jumped out, full of heat, with a round head, aiming at her shrinking p*ssy.