TIL - 27

Chen Cheng took Wen Huo to his suburban villa, where there was a prison-like room that left a deep impression on Wen Huo.

Before getting out of the car, Wen Huo glanced at Chen Cheng. She wanted to know his mood, so she would know what attitude to adopt when he played with her later. If Chen Cheng wanted to vent, she would be very submissive.

Chen Cheng was expressionless, so Wen Huo couldn’t discern his emotions. With a slightly uneasy heart, she followed him into the house.

This villa was about three hundred square meters, with a front and back garden, pavilions, and towers. It was a Chinese-style building with Western design, yet it didn’t look incongruous. The B1 level was where he worked and rested, and B2 was where he indulged his perverse desires.

How wild were Chen Cheng’s games?

He had a modern cell, with iron bars about eleven or twelve centimeters apart. He most liked to strip Wen Huo naked, lock her in, and then hold her through the bars, just like holding a child to pee, except she had to face him, making it easier for him to penetrate her.

His member was very large, thick, and long. When erect, it was like a cannon, and no matter how much he moved, it would only swing straight from side to side, never drooping.

Wen Huo disliked being in that cell, and she disliked having her hands and feet handcuffed, because Chen Cheng was always less rational then.

Chen Cheng was usually calm and composed, but whenever they had sex, he seemed quite wild. His movements weren’t exactly rough, but his demands were too strange. For example, he liked to watch Wen Huo urinate, and he liked to watch her masturbate.

He would sit on a single sofa, holding a glass of red wine, watching Wen Huo relieve herself, then have her touch herself.

Wen Huo knew so many masturbation postures and tools, all thanks to Chen Cheng.

Once inside, Wen Huo prepared to take a shower first, but Chen Cheng didn’t allow it. He pressed her against the door, his entire body against hers, his heavy breath hitting her forehead and the corners of her eyes.

Wen Huo felt ticklish: “Teacher Chen...”

For the first time, Chen Cheng wanted to correct her: “I haven’t taught you anything.”

“Hmm?”

“My name is Chen Cheng.”

Wen Huo didn’t dare: “Teacher Chen, I’ll go take a shower first...”

Chen Cheng asked her, “Why?”

Why else? “Because I’m sweating, a little dirty.”

“Where are you sweating?”

Wen Huo looked up, showing him behind her ear where sweat had dampened her hair: “Here.”

Chen Cheng leaned in and licked it.

Wen Huo was startled.

Chen Cheng asked again, “Where else?”

Wen Huo looked at Chen Cheng’s lips. His lips were really beautiful; she had never looked closely before. That lip shape precisely stimulated her erogenous zones. In her confused thoughts, she pointed to her own lips: “Here.”

Chen Cheng’s member hardened, poking Wen Huo’s lower belly. He asked, “Is this sweating?”

Wen Huo shook her head: “This is dirty.”

Chen Cheng didn’t move: “Oh.”

Wen Huo grew anxious, tugging at his shirt: “It’s dirty, Teacher Chen.”

Chen Cheng released her: “If it’s dirty, go wash it.”

Wen Huo watched Chen Cheng, still erect, walk to the Western kitchen and take a bottle of Kobe water from the shelf, feeling quite upset. What kind of person was this? Flirting halfway and then walking away with his hard-on?

Chen Cheng poured half a glass, pinching the rim of the crystal glass with his thumb and middle finger, his index finger slightly raised, and took a sip.

Wen Huo averted her eyes and went to shower.

Chen Cheng saw she was a bit angry and gently closed his eyes, his eyelids rising and falling as gently as ripples.

Wen Huo reached the bathroom door, then turned back and walked over to Chen Cheng.

Chen Cheng’s expression held a hint of surprise, just a slight, not obvious one.

Wen Huo put her hands on his waist, stood on tiptoes, and kissed him. Saying “kissed” might not be accurate; she brushed her lips against his, like dusting off something.

Chen Cheng looked at her.

Wen Huo’s big eyes also looked at him: “It’s dirty, wipe it for me.”

Chen Cheng leaned his lower back against the table edge: “You got me dirty.”

Wen Huo pounced, hooking her arms around his neck, and brushed her lips against his again: “Is it clean now?”

Chen Cheng clasped her waist, lifting her: “Didn’t you just brush it back?”

Wen Huo brushed again. This time, after brushing, she licked: “Now?”

Chen Cheng put both hands on her buttocks, lifting her up: “Are you still showering?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t.”

Wen Huo smiled: “Teacher Chen doesn’t mind I’m dirty?”

“Where’s it dirty? I’ll clean it for you.”

“How will you clean it?”

“You tell me.”

Wen Huo’s words didn’t count: “Can I call the shots today?”

Chen Cheng hesitated.

Wen Huo realized that Chen Cheng would never give her the initiative when it came to making love.

Chen Cheng then said: “Yes.”

Wen Huo’s mind suddenly went blank; she couldn’t react in time.

Chen Cheng picked her up horizontally, carried her to the waterbed in B2, brought the cell key, and placed it in her hand.

Wen Huo was flattered: “Teacher Chen, are you serious?”

Chen Cheng said nothing.

Such a compliant Chen Cheng made Wen Huo suspicious. She didn’t dare move.

Chen Cheng saw she was hesitant, took the key from her hand, untied his tie, and bound her hands: “I gave you a chance, but you didn’t take it.”

Wen Huo’s hands were bound. When she looked at him again, his gaze had changed; it was the kind she disliked. The reason Wen Huo never felt happy with Chen Cheng was precisely because of that intense, enslaving look in his eyes.

Wen Huo had been restless lately, wanting to break up with him, then getting involved with Yang Yinlou, Su He... She noticed that Chen Cheng was paying her more attention. Of course, this was a desire for conquest; he would never allow a woman subservient to him to have anyone else in her heart. He didn’t know that this uncharacteristic behavior of his was very enticing. His tiny emotions, exasperated yet strongly restrained, were like feathers tickling Wen Huo’s heart.

How could a man, when restraining himself, be so alluring?

He was so alluring. In all aspects that could entice a man, he ranked first: abs, chest muscles, a doggystyle waist, sacral dimples, a smile line. Chen Cheng with his clothes off was a walking aphrodisiac. Thus, Wen Huo had been getting wet faster and faster lately...

She liked this Chen Cheng. Making love with this Chen Cheng made every second a climax for her, as long as she didn’t recall that complex look in his eyes.

Now Chen Cheng was showing her that look again. She suddenly felt grateful for her hesitation earlier. If she had really taken him seriously and tied his hands and feet in the same way he treated her, she dared not imagine the consequences.

She looked up at Chen Cheng: “Teacher Chen, you smell very good, but you taste very bitter.”

Chen Cheng suddenly stopped, the gloom and coldness in his eyes dissipating: “Is that so?”

Wen Huo’s hands were bound and couldn’t move. She pressed her face against his chest: “Mm, bitter and astringent. Every time you look at me like that, I don’t feel happy, it’s like doing a task, and it’s over when it’s done.”

Next to them was a medical cart, with syringes, masks, and a box of lollipops. Chen Cheng took one, unwrapped it, put the candy in his mouth, held it for a while, then took it out, kissed Wen Huo, pushed his tongue into her mouth, intertwining with hers, pulling out threads of saliva.

Wen Huo’s face flushed involuntarily from his kiss: “Teacher Chen...”

Chen Cheng put the lollipop into her mouth.

Wen Huo mumbled.

Chen Cheng pulled down her pants, felt beneath her underwear, then stripped off her underwear and felt again; she was already wet.

Wen Huo unconsciously squeezed her legs together.

Chen Cheng took the lollipop out of her mouth and asked her, “Is it sweet?”

Wen Huo nodded, it was orange-flavored, very sweet.

Chen Cheng put the lollipop into Wen Huo’s vagina.

Every nerve in Wen Huo’s body tensed. She was flowing, so the candy wasn’t sticky, but the feeling was too bizarre; no one put candy in there... And Chen Cheng was rotating it; he was rotating the candy in his hand. The spherical candy rubbed against her vaginal walls. She felt a little itchy, and also a little good.

Chen Cheng took out his phone, single-handedly opened the camera, and placed it on the medical cart, the camera facing Wen Huo’s face. Her eyes were a bit glazed, her lips slightly parted. She looked so slutty, so cute.

Just as Wen Huo was about to orgasm from this lollipop, Chen Cheng stopped. He took the candy out, and under Wen Huo’s gaze, put it in his own mouth.

Wen Huo went crazy.

Chen Cheng sucked the candy, pulling Wen Huo’s hand to his waistband: “Untie me.”

Wen Huo had to untie him. Just watching Chen Cheng eat the candy had already given her a cerebral orgasm.

Chen Cheng’s penis was already very hard. Wen Huo pulled down his underwear, and the thing sprang out, full of vitality. She clearly felt herself wet again, her juices flowing onto the waterbed.

Wen Huo touched it with her hand, asking Chen Cheng: “Do you want me to give you oral sex?”

Chen Cheng put the candy from his mouth back into Wen Huo’s: “Suck it with the candy.”

Wen Huo refused: “That’s too strange, and your thing is too big, my mouth is too small.”

“Didn’t you use to be able to take the whole thing?”

“Didn’t you force me to? If I said no, you’d pin me against the wall and do it until my body went limp, then you’d shamelessly shove your thing into my mouth and ask me if it tasted good. You’re truly a pervert, Teacher Chen...”

Chen Cheng swayed his hips, his member swinging from side to side: “So, are you going to suck it or not?”

“Can I just not eat the candy while I do it?”

“No.”

Wen Huo felt her mouth would stretch too wide: “That’s too sweet, it’s cloying.”

“Didn’t you say I was bitter?”

Wen Huo shook her head: “Teacher Chen is the sweetest. I’m bitter.”

Chen Cheng smiled faintly, leaned down and kissed her eyes: “Good girl. Just once, and after that, I’ll make you comfortable.”

He was so gentle. Why was he suddenly so gentle? Wen Huo couldn’t bear it: “Teacher Chen, when you’re like this, I’m a little scared...”

Chen Cheng saw she wasn’t used to it, and stopped talking nicely to her. He simply cupped her head, brought it down to his waist, forced her to take him in, and then his tongue moved between his member and the lollipop.

Chen Cheng liked Wen Huo’s small mouth and her small tongue. It was very flexible and tender, making him want to be held by it, and also to hold it.

Wen Huo gave Chen Cheng oral sex until he came once. His clear semen spurted onto her face in gushes. She wiped it, got it on her hand, stuck out her tongue, and licked her hand clean.

Chen Cheng looked at her small tongue and got hard again. He simply picked her up, flipped over, and had her straddle him: “Put it in yourself.”

Wen Huo deliberately fumbled a few times: “I can’t aim, Teacher Chen.”

Chen Cheng was so eager, so wanting to penetrate her: “Wen Huo!”

Wen Huo answered: “Yes, Teacher Chen, what’s wrong? Do you want to do it? But I can’t aim, you’re so big, and I’m so tight, it won’t fit.”

Chen Cheng sat up, pulled Wen Huo into his arms, held her, and guided his member to her little tender opening. With a forceful thrust, he entered Wen Huo.

Wen Huo squeezed her buttocks, making Chen Cheng let out a short, low groan.

Chen Cheng supported her buttocks, bouncing her up and down. Wen Huo was directly pushed deep into her “flower room,” feeling like she was being shattered into fragments, then into dust, then into water, with water flowing everywhere.

Chen Cheng opened his embrace. Wen Huo remembered how Chen Cheng was almost exposed in public earlier and somewhat aggrievedly hugged him, licking his nipples.

The more she licked, the unhappier she became: “Almost... ah... completely seen by others... ah...”

Chen Cheng bounced her: “You’re all mine.”

Wen Huo finally understood and experienced the beauty of Chen Cheng’s body. Out of selfishness, she truly wanted to drain him dry before her collaboration with Han Bailu ended, so that other women wouldn’t get to enjoy him. Chen Cheng’s best parts could only be hers.

As if guessing her thoughts, Chen Cheng reminded her: “Don’t clench me. If you don’t clench, you’ll feel good for a long time.”

Wen Huo clenched anyway. She wanted to clench him to death: “I can’t control it... Teacher Chen is too amazing... he makes me so...”

“So what?”

“Just... that...”

Chen Cheng bit her earlobe: “What?”

Wen Huo moaned and gasped: “Just that... he makes me so... that...”

Chen Cheng lifted one of her legs, entering her in a cross position.

Wen Huo screamed in pleasure. The water in the waterbed was like a surging sea, reflecting their mutual desires and their inability to control themselves, clearer than any mirror, leaving nowhere to hide.

Lin Qingxuan once wrote a line like this: They simultaneously looked up at the cherry blossoms, like blood-stained imprints in the sky. She turned around, and they embraced tightly, letting the cherry blossoms fall to the ground, letting the sound of horse hooves from Chang’an echo in the distance, as if dying at that very moment would leave no regrets.

As if dying at that very moment would leave no regrets.

Wen Huo embraced Chen Cheng and connected with him in just this way.

In the throes of their desperate entanglement, all things became illusions; only they were real. They greedily took from each other, and then gave, busy yet leisurely, contradictory yet soothing, magnifying the ultimate possibilities of carnal desire and condensing them in this narrow space.

In that decadent yet sweet air, they continually curled their toes, rushing towards one climax after another.

If it were just about sex, and not love, they were the most suitable match.

Originally, there were supposed to be two chapters, but this chapter took all night to write. I will update again during the day. I need to go get some sleep first.