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Mrs. Chue had long endured the silent glances, the half-spoken words, and the constant interruptions for far too long.
The way he looked at her, the way she pretended not to notice.
Her sharp tongue, clinical demeanor, and the way it sent shock waves through him… This back-and-forth never seemed to end.
It was infuriatingly slow, and Mrs. Chue, a married woman, decided it was time to intervene. She produced a vial of unknown origin.
“Time to speed things up a little!”
Slipped it into Jinshi’s tea, and later, when the time was right, shoved the two of them into a closet. The lock clicked. “I'll be back in an hour!”
She shouted, sounding far too pleased with herself.
Maomao immediately started pounding against it.
“Mrs. Chue! Mrs. Chue! Open the-,” But the woman’s footsteps had already faded.
The closet was small, its walls pressing in from every side, pitch black, the air thick with the smell of dust and dried herbs.
Jinshi shifted beside her. At first, his breathing stayed steady, calm enough to ease the frantic beat of her own heart.
They had no choice but to wait it out. An hour. Maomao gritted her teeth at the meddling. Honestly, what did she think was going to happen? That we’d just pounce on each other the moment she locked us in a confined space? Stupid…
At first, everything seemed normal. They chatted quietly, voices low in the darkness. It would be a lie to say she hadn’t thought about kissing him here, alone, so close, when they had done far more before. But something about letting Mrs. Chue’s ridiculous plan succeed even a little made her hesitate.
He was warm. His signature sandalwood scent wrapped around her in the tight space, rich and masculine, tempting her with every slow breath. Tempting… she thought. But nothing more than that.
Then something changed.
“M-Mao Mao.”
His breath grew ragged. Heat began radiating from his body in waves, sweat blooming across his skin as he swayed closer, almost involuntarily.
“Something wrong, I feel-
The way his voice shook told her he wasn’t making it up; he sounded genuinely scared.
Her hand darted to his neck, feeling for his pulse. He was burning up, skin slick with sweat. He slipped from her grip and thudded back against the wall.
“J-Jinshi! Are you ok?”
She helped him up as best she could, his powerful body going limp and leaning heavily into her for support.
This was turning into a medical emergency, and Mrs. Chue wouldn’t be back for an entire hour. Her heart hammered, thoughts racing through possible causes and treatments.
“Jinshi, what did you have to eat or drink today? Anything out of the ordinary? H-Have you been sick?”
The man’s body burned against hers, every tremor vibrating straight through her own frame. His face buried into the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply, desperately. A low, broken groan escaped him.
His lips brushed her skin, then his tongue traced a slow, wet line up the sensitive column of her throat, followed by a hungry bite that sent electric sparks racing down her spine and straight between her legs.
A shock ran through her. “H-Hey…”
It was becoming more and more apparent that Mrs. Chue had done something to him. At least that brought a sliver of relief; he would ultimately be okay.
Jinshi continued kissing, sucking, and nipping at her neck, leaving wet, claiming marks that throbbed with heat. His hips rolled forward as a massive erection strained against his robes, thick and heavy, grinding insistently against her belly.
She could feel the damp heat of his leaking precum soaking through the fabric. “So beautiful,” he murmured, his hot breath tracing her ear, voice thick with raw need.
Her eyes rolled at that. “How can you say that? It’s completely dark in here!” She continued to push against him, but it only seemed to make him hungrier.
His hands tore at her robes with growing desperation. The sharp rip of fabric echoed obscenely in the tiny space, cool air kissing her suddenly exposed skin, small breasts spilling free, nipples tightening instantly into aching peaks.
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone or anything. Let me have you, I promise I’ll be good to you.”
His hands roamed greedily, exploring every curve as he bent his head and took one soft nipple into his mouth.
He swirled his tongue around it, sucking hard until it throbbed between his teeth, then moved to the other, lavishing it with the same wet, hungry attention while two thick fingers plunged deep into her wet heat.
He curled them expertly, stroking that sensitive spot inside her with devastating precision, stretching her open as slick arousal gushed around his knuckles and dripped messily down her thighs.
“A-Ahh…” Maomao’s head fell back against the wall, a choked moan escaping her.
The sound shattered what little restraint he had left.
He hoisted her up by the backs of her thighs, spreading her legs wide and pinning her firmly to the wall, her feet dangling helplessly.
His thickness, burning hot, slick with her juices, slid through her drenched folds, teasing her swollen clit before nudging insistently at her tight entrance.
“I need you...” He kissed her, soft and experimental at first, then frantic.
His tongue invaded her mouth sloppily, claiming her with deep, devouring strokes as he pressed harder for a better angle.
“Let me… Ughn… Please!”
Her face burned red hot. “O-Ok, but-”
He didn’t wait. He pushed inside her in one long, powerful stroke.
The burning stretch as she took every thick inch, ridges and veins dragging against her oversensitive walls.
He held back at first, giving her slow, deep thrusts that filled her completely, grinding his pelvis against her clit with every roll of his hips until she was seeing stars.
His grip tightened, and the control began to fray. Devastatingly deep strokes that pressed her back against the wall, his tongue tangled with hers in hot, messy strokes.
The rhythmic plap plap plap of his balls slapping against her bare ass filled the closet. Deep moans, answered by her own helpless cries.
An orgasm crashed over her without warning, clamping down around him in powerful, fluttering spasms, milking his length as fresh wetness gushed between them.
He came hard, flooding her depths with thick, hot ropes of cum that overflowed and ran down her thighs in messy streams.
He lowered her, shock rippling through her post-orgasm haze as he ground himself between her ass cheeks, still impossibly hard and eager; ready to go again.
He pushed forward eagerly, his swollen tip slipping inside of her tight hole in one brutal thrust, stretching her wide around his girth.
A sharp cry tore from her throat. He had the wrong hole!
It burned, impossible fullness that made her clench hard around him.
“J-Jinshi- Ahgnn, not that's-”
He groaned, hips already moving in shallow, greedy thrusts. The sensation overwhelmed him; she could feel it in the way his fingers dug into her hips.
“N-no, that’s… It's dirty, you can’t even-” Her thoughts splintered under the intensity. Pain and pleasure blurred into one overwhelming wave.
“You can't even get me pregnant like that!”
“R-Really?” he said as his hips continued to rock. “Are you sure?”
An agitated red scorched her face. “Yes, I’m sure!” she huffed.
He didn’t stop. He drove into her ass with bruising force, rocking her entire body with every thrust, pulling nearly all the way out only to slam back in, turning her inside out.
“Mao Mao, it feels so good, like this hole was made for me too.”
He continued to wreak her body, one hand cupping and squeezing her breasts from behind while he kissed and sucked desperately at her neck and shoulders, lost to the aphrodisiac’s fire.
Unnatural… filthy… yet I’m….
He fucked her even harder, burying himself to the hilt and spilling deep inside her ass with a long, shattered moan, pumping rope after thick rope of cum until it leaked out around his shaft and dripped down her thighs.
The frenzy ebbed slowly. He withdrew carefully, turning her to face him once more. Soft, apologetic kisses rained over her flushed face, her neck, her shoulders.