37. You deserve it
The book fell to the floor, and before Yao Ling could even stand, he grabbed her and scooped her up. The splendid reception desk witnessed the scene and glanced in their direction. Not wanting to cause a scene with him, she simply buried her head in his neck, avoiding the public's gaze.
It only took a few minutes for her to be taken into the car, with one of her high heels left outside.
The door slammed shut, sending a slight jolt through the car, sending a powerful wave of emotion through the person sprawled on their back. Deng Shilang leaned forward, pressing against her hair. She flinched back in pain, raising her arms to pound his chest, her head accidentally hitting the doorknob. He ignored her struggles, grabbing her ankles and pulling her forward. Her top rolled up to her chest, the lace straps breaking and sliding down to her stomach.
Lace, she came prepared.
Deng Shilang's mind replayed the scene, his hands leaving her ankles and stripping off her clothes and pants. The color of her being possessed by others was immediately revealed to him, more than he had imagined, patches here and there, the air of someone who had been spoiled.
"It's fun for me to watch you having sex with someone else, right in front of my eyes." His voice was a little hoarse. It turned out that his possessiveness towards her was so strong that it made his heart ache.
"Is the film good? It's exciting for you." The space in the car was cramped, and Yao Ling gave up struggling and just lay there disheveled, staring at him closely. "This is what you deserve. You provoked me first, you deserve it."
"Where did he touch you?"
"It's none of your business."
he asked.
She said, "If you are unhappy, you will never do sp."
Deng Shilang, feeling the agonizing rebuke, pulled her pants down further and spread her labia with two fingers. Surprisingly, it was still brimming with fluid, dripping down as soon as it was separated. He shook his fingers, feeling the slight swelling on either side of her fleshy labia. He probed towards the center of her vagina, as if inspecting it. It was engorged with blood, and then he penetrated the inner walls. The fluid flowed down his fingers and into her vagina, a smooth flow that suggested it had only just been cultivated.
Yao Ling trembled slightly at his stirring, and the tender walls of her xuerou tightened around the two fingers he inserted, with still some strength left.
Deng Shilang noticed her sensitivity and almost lost his mind and said some words that he used to hate, "dissolute, coquettish, masochist."
Yao Ling chuckled at his words, a sour feeling spreading through her chest. "How good are you? You're so hypocritical, two-timing. If you love her so much, don't come to me. Break up cleanly. Why don't you reflect on your own mistakes? If you had the guts, you should have refused to have sex with me from the beginning. Don't forget, it was you who said you didn't want to be entangled with me for sex. Then I can have sex with someone else. Why are you interfering here after seeing this?"
"Neither of us is innocent now, are you satisfied?" Deng Shilang's heart sank. He suddenly pinched her jaw, lifted her head, and touched her with the wetness of his fingertips. "You knew I would be provoked by you, and everything is under your control. Seeing my attitude towards you, you are taking advantage of it. You get whatever you want. It's always like this? What you once owned has become someone else's possession, and you are unwilling to accept it. You are not satisfied. That's just greed."
Yao Ling looked him straight in the eye and said coldly, "Yes, I admit that I am greedy. I will give him a taste of his own medicine."
Deng Shilang had long seen through her pleasure in his injuries. "So you're just taking revenge on me, enjoying having me around you, enjoying your toy with me. You've used all means to achieve your goals, torturing me time and time again. You don't care about me at all."
Yao Ling's heart stopped and she kept silent, but it was this silence that made him kiss her lips.
He kissed her fiercely, colliding with her teeth, his tongue darting inside, sliding across the roof of her mouth, and then attacking her throat from there. She was so possessed that she couldn't breathe, her chest heaving and choking. As soon as she had a chance to breathe, her lower lip was bitten hard. The pain was so intense that she didn't dare to move, because if she resisted, her lip would be pulled.
Deng Shilang kissed her passionately while rummaging through the storage compartment. Even though she had experienced lovemaking many times tonight and shouldn't have a new round, he wanted her to remember his feelings.
Yao Ling was kissed unconscious, and the next second, a foreign object was inserted into her vagina. Without any defense, she moaned, swallowing the blood and saliva he fed her, and the rest flowed from the corner of her mouth.
He did not thrust in and out quickly like before, but instead thrust the hard object in rhythmically, each time reaching the deepest point and soon bringing out the sticky honey.
Her lower body was stretched open by the large thrusts, and the honey flowed to the entrance of her vagina, and was then stuffed back in with the insertion, repeating the cycle until it became increasingly sticky. She felt him hit the entrance of her uterus with each thrust, and her body trembled, her teeth clenched, and her ears flushed red with blood.
Deng Shilang noticed she wasn't pushing or responding, and couldn't help but think of the scenes on the sex tape. She'd let someone penetrate her from behind, twisting her head for a kiss. Her intimate moments with others were more vivid than they were now. He'd been reluctant at first, but the thought of it had turned him wild again. He bent his elbows on either side of her, thrusting hard into her vagina.
"We've done it so many times, with two men in one night." Deng Shilang took a deep breath and slammed into her.
Yao Ling's body ached to the point of falling apart, she was exhausted and unable to speak. The pain in her body and mind came and went, yet her bones still felt a sharp numbness. She couldn't come any more, and it was easy to lose consciousness. Before ten minutes had passed, her pupils dilated, and she convulsed with orgasm as he thrust incessantly, the rush of her thrusts taking away all her sanity.
Yao Ling rarely twitched, her brow furrowed in fear, and finally a sound escaped her. The heat in her lower abdomen, accumulating after repeated lovemaking, finally erupted and spread throughout her body. She suddenly flinched away as if on fire, only to be caught and held captive by him again. She didn't know where the blood was frantically surging, and she raised her hands to hit him haphazardly, her legs trembling, her head held high.
She felt like she was being suffocated to death, her heart beat faster, her whole body was drenched in sweat, and her throat seemed to be clogged with a ball of cotton, which finally melted away completely, and her mad scream turned into a violent whimper, while tears could not be stopped from flowing from the corners of her eyes.
"Ah... Deng Shilang..." Yao Ling couldn't bear it anymore and asked him for help vaguely.
Deng Shilang paused, seeing tears in her eyes. He realized he'd gone too far and rubbed his hair in frustration. He pulled it out and wrapped it in a tissue. When she calmed down, he hugged her shoulders and kissed away her tears, drop by drop. But she didn't react. Her hair clung to her wet cheeks, her eyes blank.
He frowned, then continued to wipe her tears and sweat with a tissue, crumpling it up and throwing it away. She still didn't move, so he hugged her tightly again, kissing her sweaty hairline. Then, moving down, he buried his head in her neck, his nose against her neckline. He held her quietly for a moment, sighing deeply, his pity mixed with helplessness. "I'm crazy, I'm sorry."
Yao Ling finally responded. Even though she provoked him, he would still cry for her and actively comfort her. She blinked her tear-stained eyes, her voice still nasal, "You have feelings for me again, and you can't let me go after returning to Hong Kong. I'm just not satisfied. You clearly care about me, but you still put on a show of how good your feelings are in front of me."
"Want to prove I have feelings for you." Deng Shilang laughed out loud, his hot breath spraying on her. This time, she finally recognized his heart, but she thought she would only use this as a handle to play tricks on him. "I admit that I have feelings for you and lost control. Doesn't this satisfy your vanity? I already feel guilty about returning to Hong Kong, and you still want me to come back to you. I must be crazy to take the bait, and abandon you at will once you satisfy me. You will never give up until you are satisfied, and you will torture me repeatedly."
Yao Ling's tears dripped onto his nose, and she said weakly, "You deserve to feel guilty, and you deserve to be tortured..."
"Why do you never care about me?" Deng Shilang felt very uncomfortable.
Yao Ling finally managed to ask, "Do you care about me?"
He gave up, stroked her wet forehead, and combed her hair for her. "I care about you, otherwise I wouldn't come to see you." After he said that, seeing that she was very tired, he decided to send her back to rest.
After a long drive until 5am, Deng Shilang drove to Tsim Sha Tsui and parked on the side of the road. Yao Ling had fallen asleep beside him while he was driving, but he didn't get out immediately. Instead, he leaned back in the car and stayed with her for a while.
His eyes never left her. Her sleeping face was peaceful, not as cold as when she was awake. Her face was pink, her lips stained with blood. He reached out to caress her cheek, and halfway through, he couldn't help but kiss her. He called her name, asking her when she would stop saying one thing and thinking another. He knew she couldn't hear him in her sleep, let alone answer him.
A few minutes later, Deng Shilang sighed, left her face, got out of the car, walked around to her side, and gently carried her to the B&B.
He rang the doorbell several times before Shen Yu opened the door. It was late, and he must have disturbed her, showing up here with her daughter in his arms. He apologized and simply explained that something had happened between him and Yao Ling, which delayed him, and he had just sent her back.
Fortunately, Chen Yu always let Yao Ling make her own decisions and did not ask any questions, so he asked him to send Yao Ling to the room.
Yao Ling was too soft, and the moment she fell into bed, he felt completely empty. Deng Shilang glanced at her, tucked the quilt over her, and suddenly met her eyes. She was awake, and he said nothing, tucked in the quilt, and left.
The door closed, and the surroundings were utterly dark. Yao Ling leaned over and heard him thanking his mother in the living room. As soon as she closed her eyes, a pang of sadness welled up in her heart, perhaps because of the dream she'd had in the car, in which he'd spoken to her and even kissed her lovingly.
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