Chapter 28: The Landlady’s Story
Watching Qin Fei’Er’s desperate, hungry expression, Chenyang couldn’t help but sigh to himself. ’The phrase "ravenous as a wolf or a tiger" is no exaggeration at all.’
If this had been Lin Xiaowei, that one time would have been enough to satisfy her.
But for Qin Fei’Er, it was as if she’d only just had a tiny taste of what was to come.
The way she postured, so desperately demanding more, it was as if the word ’desperate’ was written all over her face.
’If a man had to live with a woman like this every day, no matter how tough he was, wouldn’t he eventually be drained completely dry?’
Then again, to die for such a beautiful woman was a poet’s end.
To be drained dry by a stunner like her... well, that would be a story worth bragging about.
As for what came next, he was definitely going to continue.
But Chenyang didn’t want to proceed in the same way.
For one, Qin Fei’Er had already gotten her release, while he was still painfully pent up.
For another, his feelings toward Qin Fei’Er weren’t just possessiveness; there was also a strong desire for revenge.
From the very beginning, what Chenyang wanted was not just physical pleasure, but also that sense of psychological satisfaction.
So, after a moment’s thought, not only did he not reach for her, but he deliberately took half a step back.
"Aunt Qin, the massage is finished."
"Ah? It’s... It’s over already?"
Qin Fei’Er grabbed Chenyang’s hand in disappointment. "My... my condition is probably more severe than most people’s. Wouldn’t it be better to do it again?"
Chenyang shook his head. "Your condition is indeed severe, but the meridians aren’t like other things. One massage has the optimal effect. A second time won’t just be ineffective, it might even be counterproductive."
"But..."
At a loss for words, Qin Fei’Er suddenly recalled something Chenyang had said earlier. She quickly changed the subject. "You said before that besides massage, the best way to cure my condition is to... do that sort of thing, right?"
"In theory, yes. But I don’t know if it would actually work."
"We won’t know if it works until we try, right?"
"But... how would we try?"
"You brat, are you playing dumb with me? You’ve already touched me in all those places."
"Uh... Aunt Qin, I was only touching you to treat your condition. I had no intention of taking advantage of you."
Chenyang knew how fake that sounded—so fake a three-year-old wouldn’t have believed it. But to get his revenge on this captivating woman, he deliberately put on an aloof and noble air.
Seeing this, Qin Fei’Er felt a surge of contempt.
Still, she couldn’t find the right words to refute him.
After all, even though she had been the one getting all the pleasure while Chenyang was constantly touching her, he had done it all under the guise of giving her a therapeutic massage.
Even knowing full well that Chenyang was just taking advantage of her, she couldn’t call him out on it.
This left Qin Fei’Er feeling rather frustrated.
She couldn’t argue with him, and as a woman, she felt too embarrassed to be direct.
But after that one, brief moment of pleasure, a feeling of emptiness and desire had been completely stirred up within her.
It was as if she’d taken an aphrodisiac; if she couldn’t find a complete release, she felt it would be countless times more painful than suffering from a fatal illness.
After a moment of internal struggle, she lightly bit her red lip. "The massage was for treatment, and trying... that other thing would also be for my treatment. Just pretend you’re a doctor right now, and I’m your patient. Didn’t you say you wanted to be a doctor? So why don’t you go ahead and properly treat me, your very first patient?"
Chenyang’s expression shifted slightly, but inwardly, he was roaring with laughter.
’At her age, as ravenous as a wolf or a tiger, Qin Fei’Er’s desires were already immense.’
’Add to that her one-in-a-hundred "white tiger" constitution, and her demands could only be described as insatiable.’
’Now that she was thoroughly teased and aroused, Qin Fei’Er was acting just like a wanton woman. To get him to continue, she was actually pretending to be a patient?’
’And what was her illness?’
’An overwhelming horniness!’
’There was only one cure for an illness like that,’ Chenyang thought.
’And that was to give her a hard injection with his "needle."’
However, he hadn’t achieved his goal yet, so he wasn’t about to agree so easily.
He shook his head. "Aunt Qin, the method I mentioned might indeed be effective, and as a doctor, I should do everything in my power to cure a patient, but... but you’re my landlady. Between us..."
"What’s wrong with being your landlady? Can’t a landlady be your patient?"
"It’s not that, it’s just..."
"My son read a novel once where the main character hooked up with his landlady in the very first Chapter. And it wasn’t even to cure some illness—he just helped her move some things, and she fell for the big lug."
Chenyang was stunned to hear this.
He’d read that novel too. It was definitely a formative book for many people his age.
He just never expected that Qin Fei’Er had secretly read it as well.
And what’s more, she could recall the plot so effortlessly.
Tsk.
’Looks like this woman has found plenty of ways to... comfort herself.’
Chenyang collected himself and said, "Aunt Qin, you said it yourself, that’s a novel. It’s not the same as real life."
"Xiaochen, you... are you really going to make me spell it out for you?"
"Spell what out?"
Qin Fei’Er didn’t know if Chenyang was genuinely oblivious or just playing dumb.
Overcome with desire, she no longer had the patience to figure it out.
She was done wasting words. Her beautiful, hazy eyes swept over Chenyang’s body, finally locking onto the prominent tent his pants had become.
In the next instant, her small hand shot out and, before Chenyang could react, she yanked his pants straight down!