Chen Huaixu withdrew his hand, glistening with her arovsal.

Still lost in the afterglow, her body limp and pliant, he shifted her, lifting and parting her legs.

Something hard and hot pressed between her thighs. Yan Zhen gasped, a weak protest forming on her lips. "No…"

She'd only seen it in videos, never in real life. A quick glance at his groin was all it took, and she quickly averted her eyes. But that one glimpse was enough.

It was aggressive, a stark contrast to his gentle features.

He leaned in, the tear-shaped mole beneath his eye starkly visible. On a whim, Yan Zhen reached out to touch it. He caught her hand, kissing her as he pressed against her hips and began to move.

"Don't…take care of it yourself…mmm…" Yan Zhen’s head spun. The aftershocks of her org4sm left her weak and powerless, unable to resist as he held her captive, controlling her movements.

"You get yours and leave me hanging? Hmm?" His voice was husky, thick with desire, a side of him she rarely saw.

The inside of her thighs slickened with each thrust. He moved against her, her body rising and falling with him, her br3asts swaying, drawing his hands back to knead and caress them.

"So hard…slow down…" The friction against her sensitive flesh was becoming unbearable, a delicious torment. "…Aren't you done yet?"

"Want me to hurry?"

"Of course!"

"Give me your hand."

She extended her hand, and he immediately grasped it, pulling it down between his legs.

"I don't want to touch that!" Yan Zhen realized what he wanted and tried to pull back, but his grip was too tight.

The sensation was even more intense than the friction against her thigh. It felt too big for her hand, yet he held her there, forcing her to stroke him, her palm cramping.

His low groans filled the air, punctuated by soft sighs of pleasure, sending a blush creeping up her neck, her body flushing with heat.

Outside, the night was hazy. The closed windows muffled the sounds of the city, blurring the passage of time.

It felt like an eternity before he showed any sign of finishing. Her arm ached.

"When are you going to come?" she finally asked, exhausted.

"Soon."

"You said that before!"

He chuckled, kissing her lips. "I mean it this time, baby. Say my name."

"Say what? I'm not calling you 'gege'!"

"Just my name."

Despite her skepticism, she whispered, "…Chen Huaixu."

"Mmm," he responded, his movements quickening. "Say it again."

"…Chen Huaixu."

His breath hitched, and he thrust hard against her palm, his body tensing. In a moment of vulnerability, he whispered, "Zhenzhen."

Just as he had countless times in the lonely nights he’d spent thinking of her.

A hot stream of s3men pulsed against her stomach. "Chen Huaixu! Don't get that stuff on me!"

"Hmm?" He continued to pump against her hand, prolonging his release, his eyes closed in pleasure. After a moment, his voice raspy, he said, "…But what can I do? I'm not just going to put it on you. I'm going to fill you with it."

His words were so explicit, so raw, that her face burned. She yanked her hand back. "P3rvert! Shameless! Find someone else!"

She tried to escape, but he held her fast, his lips finding hers in a deep, consuming kiss. The air around them was thick with the scent of their shared passion.