The office held a unique scent, similar to Niu Shurui's, yet subtly different, lacking the same alluring quality. The scent of s3men also permeated the air, the two intertwining, clinging to each other.

Ye Li absently relished the lingering pleasure, stroking his p3nis, which remained stubbornly er3ct after its recent release, showing no sign of softening. Its shaft was perfectly straight, a thick, imposing column rising from his abdomen with each pulse. The glans, round and glistening, coated in thick, white fluid, was rhythmically massaged between his thumb and forefinger.

Estimating Niu Shurui's return, Ye Li released his grip, leaving his arovsed member exposed as he rose to clean the s3men from his bag. Mid-wipe, a thought struck him: leaving now meant he had allowed Qiao Qi and Niu Shurui an extended period of alone time. Essentially, he had been politely dismissed. His jaw clenched. He glared at the bag, furious at his delayed realization and the ease with which he had been sent away.

It was just a bag. For all he knew, they could be entangled in a restaurant somewhere right now. The thought fueled his anger, causing his er3ct p3nis to throb. He meticulously cleaned the bag, then sat on the sofa, face dark, plotting how to extract his due from Niu Shurui upon her return.

***

Niu Shurui was met with this provocative sight upon entering, prompting her to quickly shut the door, lest Qiao Qi glimpse the scene from outside.

Ye Li approached, his p3nis, normally a soft pink, now a deep, sensual shade, perhaps even darker than before. The lingering s3men told Niu Shurui exactly what he had been doing. She remained silent as Qiao Qi's voice called from beyond the door, "Niuniu?"

"He’s in the restroom," Niu Shurui quickly replied.

Silence fell outside. Ye Li, now standing before her, his expression stormy, tilted her chin up and kissed her. The sound of their passionate kiss echoed in the room. Niu Shurui suppressed any moans, fearing Qiao Qi's continued presence.

She struggled to pull away, but Ye Li's grip on her cheeks held her captive, forcing her mouth open to his insistent exploration. He was far more assertive than last night, overwhelming her.

The hallway remained quiet, eerily so. Niu Shurui couldn't discern whether the door's soundproofing was exceptional or if Qiao Qi's presence, perhaps with a darkened expression, kept others at bay.

She fumbled for the lock, securing the door. Then, pushing against Ye Li's chest, she forced him backward. His heels hit the sofa, and he fell back, pulling her down with him, settling her on his lap. His p3nis, pressed against her through their clothes, pulsed insistently. The slick residue on the tip smeared against her clothing, and a fresh bead of clear fluid welled up, demanding attention.

Yet, Ye Li made no move to touch himself, his hands merely resting on her lower back. Finally, he eased his hold slightly, their noses touching, the tiny beads of sweat mingling.

Gazing at Niu Shurui's flushed face, he asked, his voice husky, strangely calm, devoid of coldness yet chilling, "Why are you wearing makeup again?"

What was wrong with him? He had been fine before leaving. Niu Shurui swallowed nervously, her mind racing for solutions.

She didn't answer. Suddenly, Ye Li's tongue flicked across her left eyelid. Caught off guard, Niu Shurui's fingers tightened on the fabric beneath her hands. His warm tongue lapped at the same spot, then gently sucked at her eyelid.

Finally, he retracted his tongue, his gaze lingering on her now glistening eye, the red mole on her lower lid revealed once more. He stared for a moment, then, unable to resist, opened his mouth again, his tongue tracing the mole. An inexplicable urge burned within him, incinerating his reason. Niu Shurui, having just opened her eyes, closed them again. The sensation of his tongue and lips on her eye was unsettling, bizarre, and his feverish manner of kissing was deeply disturbing.

Unable to bear it any longer, she said, "Does foundation taste good, Ye Li? Do you know you're not supposed to eat it?"

A muffled chuckle escaped his throat. He lowered his head to kiss her lips. "It's delicious. You should try it."

Niu Shurui's eyes widened in disbelief at his response, and she began to hit him in frustration. But her blows only seemed to excite him further. He flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him, his voice intense, "And you? Did you enjoy having s3x with Qiao Qi? Did he make you feel good? Better than I do?"

Niu Shurui gasped for breath, unable to answer. She hadn't slept with Qiao Qi, so there was no comparison to be made.

"Oh, I forgot," Ye Li said, a sudden realization dawning on him. "I didn't penetrate you last night. We haven't really done it. How about now, Niuniu? I promise, I'll fvck you better than him. I'll make you feel so much better."