He looked at Qiao Li pitifully, eyes shimmering with moisture, cheeks flushed, damp strands of hair clinging to his forehead, the picture of helpless vulnerability.

Qiao Li's heart skipped a beat. Beauty was truly a deadly weapon.

Their eyes locked, and within seconds, she surrendered. Pulling Feng Yi up, she led him to the bathroom. "This time," she promised, "it will be even better than before."

Feng Yi gazed at her, unblinking. Qiao Li, with a sigh, knelt down and began to stroke him.

He was close to cl1maxing within minutes. Just as she’d said, the wave of pleasure hit him harder this time, leaving his lower body numb.

"Mmm... Ah..." He forgot all about embarrassment, lost in a symphony of moans and gasps. His voice, pleading and raw, held a youthful vulnerability, yet the husky timbre pulsed with a potent, seductive energy.

The sounds were intoxicating. Qiao Li hadn't realized she could get turned on just by listening to him breathe. The sheer s3xual pull of his moans sent shivers down her spine, as if his pleasure was transmitting directly to her.

His balls tightened, his c0ck twitched, and he spurted thick ropes of cvm.

Just as Qiao Li had promised, it was an experience unlike any he'd had before. White light flashed behind his eyelids, an intense, surging pleasure spreading through him, so powerful it almost drove him mad with delight.

A faint, salty scent filled the bathroom, the musky aroma tingling Qiao Li's nose and cheeks. As she stood, Feng Yi lunged forward, clinging to her.

Limp as a rag doll, he rested his head on her shoulder. "Let me lean on you for a bit."

His husky whisper sent a shiver down Qiao Li's spine. She didn't push him away.

He nuzzled her neck, murmuring weakly, "I've experienced true happiness and love."

"...No, that feeling you experienced is called an org4sm," Qiao Li said, exasperated.

Feng Yi continued to whine and nuzzle her neck.

Qiao Li finally swatted the back of his head. "Get off."

Feng Yi froze for a few seconds, then spoke slowly, deliberately. "Did you just use your right hand to hit me?"

Qiao Li realized she’d just used that same hand to stroke him…

Feng Yi straightened up, looking distraught. "I guess I need to wash my hair and shower now."

Qiao Li nodded in agreement and was about to leave when he suddenly grabbed her. "Let's shower together, together."

She narrowed her eyes. "Shower together?"

Feng Yi stammered, "You're sweating too, so, so showering together saves water."

Qiao Li watched him glance everywhere but at her, clad only in her underwear and bra. She couldn't decide if he was bold or timid. Inviting her to shower with him was probably a feat of extraordinary courage fueled by lust.

"What's with the excuses? Just say you want to see me n4ked."

Feng Yi, caught red-handed, flushed crimson and coughed, trying to salvage the situation. "I was just joking..."