41. The First Time for Men is Like That (1000 Pearls)

The bathroom light was on, its rays obstructed by the half-closed door, dimming as they reached the bed. The thin gauze curtains filtered the faint moonlight from outside, making the night seem hazy.

The man’s breath lingered between her lower abdomen and hip bones until her labia were enveloped in a warm, moist mouth, gently caressed. Only then did Xingzi realize what Jiang Yan was doing.

Lin Xingzi instinctively clamped her legs together. The man’s short hair brushed against the tender skin of her inner thighs, his breath a tingling sensation, also a little painful. All her senses seemed to awaken, concentrating on that critical spot, even the slowest nerve endings trembling slightly.

“You... get up... Jiang Yan... you...” What escaped was a fragmented moan, as seductive as if steeped in water.

Lin Xingzi writhed restlessly, arching her body, attempting to push Jiang Yan away. But his hair was too short to grasp, making it seem more like she was forcefully pressing him against her intimate parts.

He extended his tongue, licking little by little, tenderly tracing the outline of her vulva. His teeth gently grazed her clit. Lin Xingzi was powerless to resist, her body sinking into the bedding, her sweat-slicked fingers clutching the bedsheet, her eyes unfocused.

He gently bit her plump labia, his prominent nose rubbing against the slowly engorging, hardening red bean. He sucked, gently licked. Fluid flowed from the closed slit, wetting him. Using this slipperiness, he slid his tongue inside, changing angles to tease.

Lin Xingzi’s gasps grew more urgent. Her muffled whimpers, which the pillow couldn’t suppress, sounded as if she were enduring torment and agony, yet also as if she were experiencing extreme pleasure.

Gradually, her moans mingled with faint sobs. She bit the pillow, the stray hairs at her temples and hairline already damp with sweat, her cheeks and neck flushed with shimmering red, her eyes filled with longing.

Her body was extremely sensitive after her orgasm. The alcohol prolonged the ecstasy, and a painful yet pleasurable delight spread to every nerve ending. Minutes later, her toes were still tightly curled and trembling slightly.

Jiang Yan propped himself up, kissing her from her lips all the way down to her thighs, then back up, rescuing her bitten lower lip from between her teeth, lingering and turning.

The bedsheet was a crumpled mess, especially the part she had clutched tightly, damp and disheveled.

Jiang Yan parted the tangled hair at her neck, his palm tracing down her shoulder blade, over her slender wrist, opening her tightly clenched fingers one by one.

He interlaced his fingers with hers, took her hand to his lips, and kissed it.

The desire in the man’s eyes softened, like a net encompassing her from all directions, trapping her within this small space. Lin Xingzi felt vaguely trapped, but seeing the dampness on his nose and chin, she became angry and embarrassed, kicking him with her leg.

“Sober now?”

He caught her foot, his rough thumb gently caressing her ankle. She felt a bit restless. “No... I’m not drunk... I’m all sweaty... sticky, so hot...”

“We’ll wash up later.”

Jiang Yan held her raised leg, then pushed his long-waiting cock into her dripping wet opening.

Her indistinct voice shattered into fragments, yet it was incredibly lingering and tantalizing, driving him wild.

Jiang Yan wanted to hear more. Not kissing her lips, he instead took her soft, full breast into his mouth, teasing and licking. She was still hazy, her drunkenness clouding her, unable to hide anything. Her voice grew more seductive, even thrusting her body towards his mouth, which made him lose control even more, becoming even greedier.

This time, it lasted exceptionally long.

He thrust deeply, then withdrew abruptly, as if wanting to fully embed himself. Lin Xingzi practically melted into a puddle, crying and urging him to hurry. Only then did he lean his forehead against hers, panting heavily as he released.

Lin Xingzi rolled over, shaking off the sweat, but he pinned her down and entered her from behind.

The air was thick with the scent of desire. She felt as if she had been drained of all moisture. The man’s lips met hers, and she was drawn to take his saliva from his mouth, kissing him so intensely they couldn’t separate.

He was relentless, as if making up for something.

“Jiang Yan.”

“Hmm.”

“...I didn’t mind that you were fast.”

“...”

“They say, the first time for men is like that.”

“...”

“You were already very good.”

“...”

“And you’ve improved incredibly fast. No need to prove it anymore. I might be superficial, but... my back hurts so much.”

“...”

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Lin Xingzi lost a major contract. For the company’s artists, it meant fewer opportunities and resources. For the shareholders, it was not just a loss of profit, but also the loss of a channel for the company to open up international cooperation platforms. Everyone in the company was very dissatisfied with her, and Li Yao was also under immense pressure.

“Uncle, I don’t know how to explain it to you now. Just assume I was being willful.”

Li Yao knew Lin Xingzi disliked Zhan Yan and was very averse to the Zhan family. However, from the beginning of this project, she had been responsible for liaising with Zhan’s Corporation, and her performance in all aspects showed the demeanor of a successor.

She was willful and pampered, but she understood the occasion and differentiated between people.

“Xingzi, there are no outsiders here. Tell Uncle the truth.”

Lin Xingzi hesitated for a long time. Li Yao was someone she could completely trust, but she had no evidence.

Just a single sentence from Ji Qiuchi wouldn’t explain anything.

But if Zhan Tianxiong was truly involved in drug trafficking, then if she had signed that contract, the company would have been completely ruined.

“Uncle, I... I suspect...”

The more Li Yao listened, the deeper his frown became. “Zhan’s Corporation has indeed been overly prominent in recent years, but other possibilities cannot be ruled out. If it’s truly as you suspect, Zhan Tianxiong should be avoiding you. Why would he constantly try to set you up with Zhan Yan instead?”

Lin Xingzi shook her head, “I don’t understand either. Dad doesn’t like me being too close to Zhan Yan and has instructed me to stay away from him.”

She had thought about it, but couldn’t figure it out.

If Zhan Tianxiong was really involved in drug trafficking, and he was audacious enough to want to marry into the Haishi Public Security Bureau Chief’s family, then he would truly be lawless.

Lin Xingzi returned to her office and stared blankly for a long time before remembering to call Lin Sang. Her phone was in the conference room, and her feet ached from wearing high heels all day, so she didn’t want to move. She found the one she usually used from several spare phones in her drawer.

After turning it on and waiting a moment, a WeChat message popped up. She habitually clicked on it.

[I might be home late today.]

She didn’t even notice when Jiang Yan had sent the message. She just replied: [Got it], then exited and scrolled through her contacts to find Lin Sang’s number.

Two minutes later.

Wait a minute...

Recall, recall, recall!

Last time, when Jiang Yan brought back a strawberry mille-feuille cake, she still held onto the slim hope that it was a coincidence. To avoid trouble, she hadn’t touched this WeChat secondary account for several months. A closer look showed that Jiang Yan’s message was from last month.

“Why can’t I recall it, ahhhh!” Lin Dongxi desperately almost threw her phone away.

If the enemy didn’t move, she wouldn’t move. If Jiang Yan didn’t bring it up, she would pretend it never happened.

Now it was over. She confessed without even being asked.

And she even volunteered the confession.