Chapter 19: Still Not Satisfied After So Long
The suggestive sounds coming from the room endlessly tantalized Qin Fei’Er, plucking at her heartstrings and exciting her nerves.
Already feeling empty and sensitive, she had only touched herself a couple of times before a tingling pleasure spread through her.
It had been so long since she had felt anything like this.
Desperate for more, she slid all of her delicate fingers inside.
But after a few thrusts, it didn’t quench her thirst. Instead, she felt even more empty and desperate.
She gently bit her lip, her hazy eyes uncontrollably drifting toward Chenyang’s room.
’I already made things pretty clear to Chenyang earlier,’ she thought. ’And when he was helping with the hazing rituals, he definitely got a good look at how alluring Lin Xiaowei is. He’s a hot-blooded young man; he must be lonely right now, too, right?’
’Maybe... I should go find him?’
As the landlady, the thought of going to her tenant for *that* on his first day here made Qin Fei’Er feel ashamed.
But the flames of desire burning within her quickly consumed the last of her reason, and she walked toward Chenyang’s room.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
She raised her hand and knocked, but several seconds passed without a response.
’Is he asleep?’
’Or is he secretly taking care of himself?’
Qin Fei’Er frowned slightly, then gently turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.
However, the room was empty. The scene she had imagined—Chenyang hiding under the covers, watching porn and taking care of business—was nowhere to be found.
’Where is he?’
"Ahh! Harder! Go harder, fuck me hard, ahhhh..."
Just as Qin Fei’Er was feeling disappointed, Lin Xiaowei’s cries from the bridal chamber grew even more shrill.
It was as if she was about to reach the peak once more.
The seductive sounds, along with the vivid scene she could picture in her mind, intensified Qin Fei’Er’s sense of disappointment, and the unquenchable fire of lust inside her burned even hotter.
She wanted it so, so badly.
To experience the wonderful pleasures a woman was meant to, just like Lin Xiaowei.
No longer caring where Chenyang had gone, she quietly snuck back to the door of the bridal chamber.
Lin Xiaowei’s cries gradually subsided from their high pitch.
A few seconds later, the rhythmic slapping completely stopped.
’Is it over already?’ Qin Fei’Er thought with annoyance.
’I guess that makes sense.’
’Qiangqiang never learned restraint when he was younger and wore his body out. Now that he’s paralyzed, lasting that long was already much better than he used to be.’
’But... what about me? What am I supposed to do now?’
"SLURP~ Oh, brother, you’re so big. So hard..."
Qin Fei’Er had already decided to go back to her room, but just as she took a step, she heard wet, smacking sounds and words of praise.
As an experienced woman, she knew exactly what was going on.
’I really underestimated that girl, Xiaowei. Getting her fill for that long wasn’t enough; now she’s going down on my son.’
Qin Fei’Er couldn’t help but picture the scene inside the room.
’Li Qiang must have finished,’ she thought, ’but Lin Xiaowei wasn’t satisfied. So now she’s kneeling by the bed, helping him get his fighting spirit back.’
As she imagined this, the memory of her encounter with Chenyang in the bathroom suddenly surfaced in her mind.
Chenyang’s terrifying member was not only impressively large, but also scorching hot and hard as iron.
’If... if I were to kneel between his legs and service him like Lin Xiaowei is doing...’
’God, it’s so big. It would probably tear my mouth apart, wouldn’t it?’
As Qin Fei’Er sighed to herself, she vaguely recalled that she had never serviced a man like that before.
She uncontrollably brought a finger to her soft, moist lips.
Just as she imagined, she licked and sucked at it with her tongue.
The motion, combined with the intermittent slurping sounds from inside, sent her into a trance, her beautiful eyes once again growing hazy with desire.
Her other hand quietly slipped beneath the hem of her skirt.
This time, she slid two fingers directly inside.
As she began to pump slowly, her hazy eyes drifted shut, and she started to imagine her fingers were a massive cock like Chenyang’s.
She imagined Chenyang caressing her while she, in turn, serviced him—the man who had ignited her desire—just as she thought Lin Xiaowei was servicing Li Qiang.
"Mmm... Xiaochen... you’re so big. It feels so good."
"Yes... just like that... a little harder. Fuck me hard with that big cock of yours, ahhh..."
Qin Fei’Er, lost in the pleasure of her fantasy, had no idea that the man she imagined being serviced, Li Qiang, had just passed out for the third time.
The first time, he had fainted from pure rage, only for Chenyang to force him awake with wasabi oil. Tears had streamed down his face, and he was angry enough to kill, yet he was completely helpless.
The second time he fainted from rage, Chenyang had produced ice cubes from somewhere and shocked him awake with the cold.
But now, Chenyang couldn’t be bothered to torment him further. He simply took a watermelon rind he had prepared earlier and placed it on Li Qiang’s head.
It was bright green—a perfect fit for the occasion.
As for Chenyang, he was sitting on a chair, enjoying Lin Xiaowei’s intimate attention.
The only thing on Lin Xiaowei’s body was a pair of small red panties, now dangling around her right calf.
Right now, she was kneeling on a pillow.
Her fair back was arched, her slender waist dipping low.
Her upturned, honeyed ass swayed back and forth with every movement of her mouth.
One hand was braced on the floor while the other forcefully kneaded one of her own supple breasts.
As she struggled to take the massive object into her mouth, she would occasionally lift her beautiful eyes to look at Chenyang, her gaze not only hazy with pleasure but also filled with an insatiable hunger...