Chapter 130
When he heard An Xiaoqing ask if he wanted to fuck her, Chenyang’s excitement instantly shot through the roof.
’If she’s asking that, it means she’s not fighting it anymore.’
’It also means that all those steamy scenes he’d been fantasizing about were about to play out in real life!’
But when she changed her tune and suddenly mentioned a condition, it was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over Chenyang’s head.
An Xiaoqing was no ordinary woman.
With her wealth and status, she wouldn’t even deign to mention ordinary material or monetary conditions.
’That means whatever she’s about to ask for must be incredibly difficult to fulfill.’
Chenyang knew his own limitations.
’When it came to money and possessions, all the cheap clothes he was wearing probably weren’t worth as much as An Xiaoqing’s thong.’
’As for anything else... he was jobless and powerless. Forget helping her achieve some grand ambition; he’d probably have a hard time even giving her cheating husband a good thrashing.’
With this in mind, Chenyang didn’t even bother asking. He immediately backed down, ready to call it quits.
Seeing this, a peculiar smile appeared on An Xiaoqing’s pretty face.
She had guessed from the start that Chenyang would react this way.
Because through their brief interaction, she’d discovered that while this man was just as lustful as any other, he wasn’t the type of pure pervert who only thought with his dick.
Seeing Chenyang about to back away, she quickly grabbed his hand.
She didn’t just place his hand back on her soft breast; she guided her small foot, which had been on his chest, to slide down onto his huge, erect member.
Her delicate little foot was like a piece of fine white jade.
Delicate, dainty, and exuding a gentle coolness.
As her little foot rubbed against it, his huge member immediately grew even more aroused.
The waves of pleasure that washed over him made Chenyang feel incredible.
"I don’t like forcing things. But since you’re the one who suggested this method for getting revenge on my husband, I feel that even if you don’t want to make a deal, you should at least hear what my condition is, right?"
"What’s the point of hearing it? If I can’t meet it, it’s all just getting my hopes up for nothing. You’re not... HISSS—"
Before Chenyang could finish speaking, he suddenly saw An Xiaoqing extend her other fair, tender little foot.
Her feet were very small.
And they looked as if they had just been soaked in milk.
Fair, delicate, and smooth.
Her short little toes were all painted with red nail polish.
The fairness of her skin and the red of the polish created a stark contrast, adding a unique allure to her two small feet.
Even Chenyang, who didn’t have a foot fetish, wanted nothing more than to pick them up and lovingly caress them.
But he held back.
’She hasn’t stated her condition yet.’
’I can’t just take advantage of her for free!’
’Of course, if he was just a passive recipient of her advances, that had nothing to do with him.’
While he was in a daze, her two fair, jade-like feet first rubbed against his throbbing erection a few times, then clamped down on either side and began to gently stroke it.
The coolness of her jade-like feet soothed his frantic erection.
And the pleasure from her stroking provided some release for that pent-up feeling.
At the same time, An Xiaoqing also grabbed Chenyang’s hand and began to rub it over her soft breast.
As she rubbed, she laughed teasingly. "You’re already this hard. Are you still going to hold back?"
Those words sounded all too familiar.
Just a few minutes ago, Chenyang had asked An Xiaoqing the same thing in the same tone.
Back then, she had been soaked, yet on the surface, she was struggling and resisting.
Now, their roles were reversed.
An Xiaoqing’s seductive, ravenous expression was even more intense than Chenyang’s had been.
It really proved the old saying right!
When a woman truly takes the initiative, a man doesn’t stand a chance.
More importantly, when a man makes a move, a woman might not go along with it.
But when a woman makes a move, a man is left almost completely defenseless.
At this moment, An Xiaoqing was like a devastating siren capable of toppling nations.
Reclining on the table, her beautiful eyes glazed over, her pretty face a picture of ravenous desire and coquettish charm.
Her exquisite, jade-like feet were stroking his huge member, while her small, fair hands actively guided his to knead and squeeze her soft breast.
And as her small feet stroked up and down, her hidden paradise flashed in and out of view as her beautiful legs opened and closed.