Chapter 37: What a Show-off
Qin Fei’Er’s home had an open-plan kitchen.
It wasn’t unlike the ones seen in Japanese adult films.
Against the north wall were a high-end integrated stove and cabinets.
Facing the living room, there were no doors or windows, only a multi-functional bar.
The bar wasn’t too low; it could conceal the better part of a person’s body.
At 1.65 meters tall, Qin Fei’Er had to stand on a special footstool to work comfortably.
But if she were standing on the floor, anyone looking from the living room could only see her from the chest up.
In other words, as long as no one came into the kitchen, you could stand there and do *that sort of thing* without being easily noticed.
At this moment, as Chenyang pressed himself against Qin Fei’Er from behind and glanced toward Li Qiang, his mind couldn’t help but conjure up a few adult films with similar scenes.
He remembered them quite clearly.
Those types of films usually featured a lot of taboo storylines.
For instance, the husband would be drinking or working at a dining table not far from the bar.
While his wife was cooking behind the bar, her father-in-law or younger brother-in-law would sneak in, stand behind her, letting his large hands roam, lifting her skirt and pounding fiercely into her sweet backside.
Or another example: the daughter would be studying at a table, and her boyfriend, under the pretext of helping out, would go into the kitchen to assist her mother. Before long, the two of them would be all over each other.
Whenever he saw plots like these, Chenyang would feel inexplicably aroused.
It just felt so damn thrilling.
Fucking a man’s wife or daughter right under his nose.
The sensation, while a little perverted, was undeniably a direct thrill to every nerve in one’s body.
Right now, he was standing behind Qin Fei’Er.
And Qin Fei’Er’s son was sitting not far from the bar, watching TV.
This scene was almost exactly like the ones in the movies.
And the thrill, the excitement of being in the situation yourself versus just watching it on screen, was exponentially more intense.
Although Li Qiang was paralyzed and it was hard for him to look this way, his hearing was fine.
If they made a sound and he heard it, his mind would surely run wild, especially since he couldn’t turn his head to see.
Chenyang hated Li Qiang, and he hated Qin Fei’Er.
In his eyes, taking Qin Fei’Er right in front of Li Qiang in a setting like this was the most gratifying form of revenge imaginable, both physically and mentally.
In an instant, every aroused nerve urged Chenyang on, his actions growing bolder.
His large hands slipped under her nightgown, roughly kneading her impressive breasts.
Gradually, they traveled to their peaks, two fingers pinching the twin pink buds.
During their romp in the bedroom earlier, Chenyang had already learned that these were one of the most sensitive spots on Qin Fei’Er’s entire body.
Now, pinching them between his fingertips, he caressed them gently, rolling them slowly.
In just three or four seconds, the soft buds hardened.
As Chenyang’s fingers applied more pressure, Qin Fei’Er’s breathing grew short and ragged. Standing on the footstool, her long, slender legs began to rub together of their own accord.
Beneath her skirt, her rounded buttocks began to sway with the movement of her legs, constantly grinding against Chenyang’s crotch.
Soon, Qin Fei’Er felt something hard rise and press between her buttocks.
Chenyang’s teasing had already sent her into a daze of passion.
Now, feeling that long-awaited "big guy" waking up and drawing ever closer, she felt a sudden heat rush through her, a dampness spreading between her legs.
Just then, Chenyang freed a hand and let it wander south.
It slid past her flat stomach, easily finding its way to that mysterious, secret place.
It met no resistance.
With just a light downward stroke, his fingertip was met with warmth and moisture.
’Qin Fei’Er’s such a slut!’
’She’s not even wearing panties!’
’That’s not right...’
Chenyang murmured suspiciously, his lips brushing against Qin Fei’Er’s ear. He breathed hotly, "Aunt Qin, weren’t you wearing panties when you came out? What happened to them?"
Qin Fei’Er huffed. "It’s all your fault. You made me so wet down there, they were too uncomfortable to wear."
Chenyang grinned. "And here I thought Aunt Qin took them off on purpose, just waiting for me."
"You..."
Qin Fei’Er rolled her eyes at him, though in her heart, she knew he wasn’t wrong.
Lin Xiaowei’s sudden return earlier had interrupted them right in the middle of things.
It had left her feeling unsettled and deeply unsatisfied.
Someone craving this sort of thing is just like an addict craving a smoke or a drink.
When there’s no smoke or drink in sight, you can just about bear the frustration.
But the moment you see someone else smoking or drinking, or even just catch a whiff of it, it’s like your whole body is crawling with ants.
That burning, restless feeling left Qin Fei’Er constantly wondering how she could find another chance to have a truly satisfying session with Chenyang.
Right now, Chenyang was right behind her.
Though Li Qiang was there too, the chances of being discovered were minuscule.
Lin Xiaowei was in the shower and probably wouldn’t be out for a while.
The thought crossed her mind: surely they could have a little fun in this brief window of time?