His eyes burned, the faint redness in the corners making him look both menacing and pathetic, like a young animal dejected after failing to win its master's affection.

Suddenly, he heard Niu Shurui's breathing begin to match the rhythm of his thrusts. He sat up, excited, and saw her eyes losing focus. The drug was taking effect.

Hearing her soft whimpers, Ye Li increased his pace. As expected, her breathy gasps became more pronounced.

As her sounds grew more wanton, he couldn't control himself and began to pound into her. "Niuniu," he asked, his voice insistent, "does it feel good when I fvck you?"

His words had the opposite effect. Niu Shurui, almost asleep, was jolted awake. She took a deep breath and murmured, "Enough, Ye Li…"

Disappointed, Ye Li sensed something was amiss. He slowed down, his movements now almost tender as he moved within her.

Niu Shurui, under this gentler assault, began to succumb. Her eyes half-closed, a look of pleasure spread across her face.

But Ye Li wasn't satisfied with this pace.

Once Niu Shurui was fully asleep, he lifted her from the desk and carried her to the sofa. He settled her on top of him, straddling him, and began to thrust upwards. Niu Shurui made fragmented sounds as she bounced, and listening to her incoherent moans, he held her tightly. Compared to him, she was so small; he had to hunch over slightly to bury his face in her shoulder.

This position made it harder to fvck her, but it also gave him better access to her cervix.

After only a hundred or so thrusts, her cervix opened for him again, and her fluids flowed, coating his lower abdomen and splattering everywhere with each thrust.

Her sleeping body, no longer under the control of her mind, responded to him with primal instinct.

Her slick continued to flow, coating their coupling, mixing with the slapping sounds to create a symphony of er0tic wetness.

Finally, Ye Li felt the pleasure he craved.

His face flushed, he lowered his head and bit her n1pple. After only a couple of licks, he was driven over the edge by the intense contractions gripping her. He tightened his hold on her waist and came hard inside her.

He arched his back, thrusting his hips, even lifting off the sofa, supported only by his back and feet. He maintained this position, rocking his hips rapidly in mid-air, the force of his movements causing the sofa to lift off the floor.

His bite unconsciously intensified. Niu Shurui cried out, the sound somewhere between pain and pleasure, as the sensitive flesh was ravaged.

Ye Li released her, belatedly realizing his force. He looked at her swollen n1pple with remorse and gently soothed it with his tongue. He tried to be as gentle as possible, but Niu Shurui was sensitive to pain. Her chest heaved as she was caught between the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure, and she cl1maxed again.

Her body convulsed, mimicking the spasms of org4sm even though she had just come, her core pulsing around him.

If this continued, he would undoubtedly wake her up right there on the sofa.

Ye Li licked his wet lips, pulled his phone from his pocket, and called Assistant Zhao.

As soon as the call connected, he said in a husky voice, "Get everyone out of the treatment center and wait for me at the back entrance."

Also a man, Assistant Zhao instantly understood what Ye Li was doing. For the first time, he didn't immediately respond, stunned into silence.

After hanging up, Ye Li simply rested inside her, his hand stroking her back, occasionally dipping down to caress her soft, white bvttocks.

The smooth, supple flesh beneath his palm was too tempting. He couldn't resist squeezing, but unknowingly, Qiao Qi had left marks there from his own rough handling the night before. Niu Shurui's muscles tensed with the sudden pain.

Ye Li sighed, then, curious, he squeezed again. When her muscles tightened once more, he understood.

His mind went blank with rage. He didn't want to know how Qiao Qi had fvcked her, yet he was consumed with the need to know, believing he could somehow erase Qiao Qi's touch by replicating it. Lost in these dark thoughts, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. It was Assistant Zhao. "Hello."

"Mr. Ye, everyone has been cleared out," Assistant Zhao said, his voice strained.

Unfazed, Ye Li replied, "Understood."

He hung up, pulled Niu Shurui's skirt down to cover them, and carried her out.

Suddenly remembering something, he returned to the desk, bent down, picked up the torn panties, and put them in his pocket. Satisfied, he left.

He hadn't wanted to carry her out like this, but he blamed Qiao Qi for the marks littering her body. They fueled his anger.