Chen Kuang’s eyes seemed as if they could speak. Qiao Ling, with just one glance, resonated on the same frequency with him, recalling that day being pulled onto the sofa and doing that thing…
Even now, thinking about it would instantly make her scratch her ears and cheeks.
Qiao Ling prided herself on having read countless works, having seen not just thousands but at least hundreds of erotic manga. No matter what kind of scenario, no matter what size, she was already used to it. She also deeply understood that nowadays manga were drawn more and more exaggeratedly, and that normal men’s situations definitely differed a lot from what was in manga.
However… even if she drank until her vision went blurry that day, she still clearly remembered the shock at the moment of appearance.
It was to the degree enough to make a person suck in a breath of cold air, shouting in their heart: “Ah?? This can really exist in reality!?”
It was exactly at that moment that Qiao Ling deeply understood—sometimes art isn’t entirely made up, it can… originate from life.
When she personally tore open a corner of Chen Kuang’s desire, he then became like a ferocious dog that had received permission, biting through shackles and iron chains, pouncing toward that piece of fresh meat regardless of anything.
After the sofa bed was unfolded, it was very spacious, enough to accommodate two people. But in that long twenty to thirty minutes, Qiao Ling felt as if she was about to turn into a mantou that was first steamed and then squashed in this narrow space.
Chen Kuang coaxed her the entire time, teaching her hand by hand, but his movements carried a sort of dominance. No matter how many times Qiao Ling shivered and said, “I can’t do this,” “I’m afraid my hand strength isn’t right,” “It can’t be fully wrapped,” “My hand is sore, can I rest a bit,” he turned a deaf ear, breath gradually rougher, kissing her, drawing all sorts of sweetness and softness from her body, while switching up the rhythm between fast and slow.
The two of them lay facing each other on their sides. Qiao Ling didn’t even dare look down, raising her head to avoid eye contact, but that just conveniently allowed him to kiss her.
Just as Qiao Ling clumsily changed breaths and was still about to suffocate, suddenly her mouth got a gap, warm oxygen flooding in.
Then in her ear sounded the man’s suppressed yet urging voice.
“Lingling, if you can’t wrap it all, then use two hands.”
“Hurry up.”
Qiao Ling instantly boiled over, with a faint crying tone, she also stuffed in her left hand.
The quiet living room echoed with the sofa’s muffled creaking from the pressure, as well as some kind of unclear sticky sounds.
She blushed and turned her head to the side, absolutely refusing to look, afraid that if she glanced even one more time, she would have nightmares.
The excited him was wild, was red, was entrusting the pulsating veins completely into her palm.
If Chen Kuang’s true face was this fierce, then how was she supposed to face that not-yet-developed scenario afterward!
Would she die…
Qiao Ling didn’t know how long a man’s normal DIY time was, but she did know her heartbeat couldn’t keep jumping this fast nonstop anymore.
Like this, before he even explained everything, she instead would faint from tachycardia.
Chen Kuang’s appearance right now was something no one had ever seen before. Under the intertwining of multiple emotions, Qiao Ling was brought along by him to become even more cooperative, more proactive, more excited.
The damp feeling in her palm revealed just how pleased and comfortable he was. A secretly hidden sense of achievement sprouted at the bottom of her heart.
From resisting, to clumsy, then to cooperating, the time kept dragging on, and Qiao Ling began to give rise to the desire to control him.
If she could make such a dominant and confident person collapse in her hands, how satisfying would that be.
What kind of expression would Chen Kuang show?
Thinking this, Qiao Ling couldn’t hold back anymore and started having her own rhythm. She sped up, hearing Chen Kuang’s suppressed exhale, as if receiving some kind of encouragement, her five fingers suddenly clenched—
A surge of heat violated the laws of nature, rushing upward from below—
The sensation in an instant flushed up to the crown of the skull, causing one to see a sudden white blur at the moment of reaching the peak, then falling from a great height.
Chen Kuang’s brain went numb, and from between his clenched teeth spilled out an uncontrollable, sexy ending sound.
At that instant, instinct occupied his body, and he almost couldn’t move.
With the last bit of remaining strength, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, while pouring all his embarrassed mess into her palm.
Qiao Ling was the same, her two hands seeming as if they no longer belonged to her. She didn’t dare move, dumbly using her forehead to feel his chest pounding, thump thump thump.
Although she didn’t know what he was thinking, she had a kind of intuition.
That was—this ending was outside of his expected range.
Probably not the same as when Chen Kuang did it himself. He lost control because of that grip of hers.
Thinking of this, Qiao Ling, who was exerting strength and too embarrassed to lift her head, felt a bit proud, experiencing the thrill inherent in this act.
……
Qiao Ling remembered these things, shivered, as if the alcohol had sobered up a bit. She withdrew from his arms:
“I—I was wrong… I’m going to sleep.”
Chen Kuang pulled her back into his arms with one hand, holding her face, pecking at her again, sucking gently, reminding her: “Wash your face before sleeping.”
She squinted her eyes like a kitten, enjoying his kisses.
After more than a month of dating, she had already gotten used to this level of intimacy. Years of contact barrier had mostly improved thanks to Chen Kuang’s patient guidance.
Although sometimes when the two of them brushed past the line, Chen Kuang’s rubbing would still make her a little stiff, because he could sense her subtle emotions, in terms of mental state, Qiao Ling had a completely full sense of security.
After he finished sucking on her lips, Qiao Ling walked crookedly toward the bedroom, still not forgetting to instruct the person standing at the doorway:
“Chen Kuang… help me open the delivery box on top of the shoe cabinet. It’s a small gift Xiaole said she bought me a couple of days ago. Unpack it and bring it in for me, I want to see it right now.”
Chen Kuang didn’t say anything. Having received the order, he turned around to open the package.
As long as she could obediently go to sleep and not make a fuss, any request he would fulfill.
Every time Qiao Ling used the excuse of drinking to grope and climb on him, Chen Kuang couldn’t fend her off, forced to end things in a messy state.
He thought—
If this happened one or two more times, he really wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore.
Chen Kuang picked up the delivery box on the shoe cabinet, opened it, and took out a plain-designed white box, flipping it back and forth and looking at the logo, unable to tell what it was.
He walked to the bedroom doorway, shaking the packaging box in his hand, saying to the lump of person lying limp on the bed inside:
“Do you know what she bought? Should I open the box for you?”
Qiao Ling opened her eyes, glanced at the thing in his hand, and simply acted lazy:
“Probably some kind of beauty device, just open it for me directly.”
“After opening it, bring it in. I want to try it out.”
After a rustling sound of unwrapping, after a while, Chen Kuang called her again.
“Qiao Ling.”
“Are you sure you want to use it now?”
“Yeah, I need to send Xiaole a review…” Qiao Ling raised her head to look over, but the words disappeared.
Chen Kuang was standing a few steps away, holding in his right hand something about twenty to thirty centimeters long, light pink in color, shaped like some kind of beauty device.
He met her gaze, then Chen Kuang pressed and held the power button. That pink thing started vibrating.
“Zī——zī——”
The even vibration sound instantly made the atmosphere turn strange.
Chen Kuang lightly pressed the switch button.
“Tū tū——zī——tū tū——zī——”
It was a very rhythmic pulse mode imitating a scene.
He seemed quite interested. He pressed again.
“Tū tū tū tū tū tū tū tū——”
Sprint mode.
Qiao Ling froze for a few seconds, then her cheeks below her eyes suddenly flushed completely red.
“Aiya, stop playing with that already!”
……
Living under the same roof for almost three months, this was actually the first time Chen Kuang properly stepped into her bedroom—
Holding that shameless thing Xiaole bought for her.
Qiao Ling pushed against his steadily approaching chest, scolding with a red face: “Aiya, hurry up and go out! I didn’t let you come in.”
“I’m the one using that thing now, don’t look at me like that, don’t laugh.”
Chen Kuang sat on her bedside, forcibly stuffed the thing into her hands, raising his brows: “Wasn’t it you who said to bring it in for you?”
“I followed instructions and now it’s wrong?”
“But just a second ago, I changed my mind, didn’t I? I just want to sleep now, hurry and go out.” Qiao Ling lay there, too embarrassed, kicking her legs, punching his shoulder.
This time, the one refusing to let go was Chen Kuang.
The appearance of this little gadget made him develop a new perverted exploration desire toward Qiao Ling.
Chen Kuang wrapped her small hand, teaching her how to adjust the mode, how to increase the intensity.
He asked: “Before, you never… did it yourself?”
“Not even once?”
“…No.” As she grew older, Qiao Ling had awareness of her body’s reactions. Often while hiding under the covers reading erotic manga, she would realize her own physiological responses.
But she had never actually explored or pleased herself personally.
Probably because of this, Xiaole saw that she was in a relationship now, worried she didn’t understand many things, so bought this for her, letting her experience it first herself.
Qiao Ling pouted, quietly trying to explain: “I’m just the type with weak desire, so there’s no need for that stuff.”
Chen Kuang laughed.
She glared at him.
Chen Kuang lowered his eyes, ruthlessly exposing her: “You have weak desire? Then who’s the one trying every day to lift my clothes?”
“Your second personality?”
“Chen Kuang!” She really couldn’t hold back from embarrassment anymore. The little toy was buzzing numbness in her hand. “I really don’t want to mess with you anymore.”
“Don’t want to try?” Chen Kuang propped his elbow on the bed, leaning next to her shoulder, softly luring: “You helped me last time. Isn’t this the kind of thing where there should be courtesy in return?”
Try it? And he’ll accompany her??
Qiao Ling’s brain made a buzzing sound like water boiling, her hands even trembled a little.
Rationality told her to refuse, but his gentle yet sexy voice was luring her to want to nod and agree.
She grabbed his clothes, a faint conflicted glimmer of moisture appearing at the corners of her eyes.
Chen Kuang seemed able to see the deepest part of her at a glance. After a moment: “Don’t be afraid.”
He reached out, gathered her into his arms, and wrapped her up completely with the quilt.
…………
Qiao Ling didn’t expect there was actually this kind of method.
The buzzing vibration sound was muffled inside the quilt, the noise barely noticeable, gradually covered by the girl’s unbearable whimpering and the smacking kiss sounds.
Chen Kuang saw the relaxation in her brows and eyes, immediately noticing her small movements, biting her earlobe and exposing her in between: “You secretly moved it away?”
Qiao Ling’s eyelashes trembled.
“Don’t move it away. Find the right spot, press it properly.” He hooked his lips, scaring her: “If you don’t seriously try using it yourself, I’ll lift the quilt and help you with my own hands.”
She especially couldn’t handle this kind of thing because she knew when he got aroused he would be very dominant and could really do it.
Qiao Ling, lectured, blushing, slowly moved the little dolphin’s mouth back to that original spot.
In that instant—her entire body shrank inside the covers, convulsing twice suddenly, her eyes going blank.
Chen Kuang judged from her reaction that she had found the right place. At her moment of suspension, he held the back of her neck and kissed her.
At the moment fireworks exploded inside her skull, he gave her a sense of security and warmth, prolonging her tides.
Chen Kuang tangled his tongue with her rough panting without stopping, then moved his lips down to her ear, her neck.
Wetness and panting intertwined, plus the vibration under the quilt that pushed her to collapse—there were several moments where Qiao Ling almost couldn’t tell whether she was exploring herself or really doing it with Chen Kuang.
Chen Kuang used this method to let her, who hadn’t yet completely overcome her contact barrier, experience nearly indistinguishable, extreme pleasure.
Qiao Ling stretched one arm out, fingertips tightly digging into that black-grey tattooed arm of his.
During the steaming mist-like process, she met eyes with that dark snake, its body seeming alive as it rippled with the flexing of his arm muscles.
She felt even dizzier, more light-headed.
The two of them tangled tongues, kissing, until suddenly, in one moment, Qiao Ling uncontrollably let out a cry like a plea for help, dodging his kiss, stammering brokenly: “No… I can’t, Chen Kuang, I want to stop…”
“I need to get up, go to the bathr—”
Chen Kuang judged something from her fragmented words. Not only did he not let her end halfway, he instead suddenly reached out, pressing down through the quilt on the arm she was holding the little thing with.
Because of the man’s strong interference, the originally lightly placed little pink suddenly pressed down heavily—
Qiao Ling’s pupils lost focus, her spine stiffened—
“Ah.”
From within the high bulging quilt, a puff of warm damp air dispersed.
……
……
Chen Kuang raised his hand to brush away the fine sweat on her forehead, kissed her, “Very good, you’ve learned it.”
Qiao Ling couldn’t hear his praise at all, covering her face and letting out two cries of shame.
She—she was already twenty-three years old, how could she make such a mess of herself…
Chen Kuang saw her little thoughts, couldn’t help laughing, leaning on her to comfort: “That’s different from a child’s, it’s not the same thing.”
“Don’t be afraid, it means you found the right spot.”
He really couldn’t hold it in anymore, still suppressing his throat to laugh twice, patting her: “Put your clothes back on under the covers, then go sleep on the sofa. I’ll change the bed sheets for you.”
Qiao Ling stretched both hands out from under the quilt to hit his mouth, “Don’t say it, don’t say it anymore!”
Chen Kuang grabbed her right hand, slowly brought it close under her gaze.
He stared straight at Qiao Ling, licking her wet sticky fingertips like tasting something delicious.
Qiao Ling’s brain burned, almost fainting.
After accompanying her the whole time, he had held back enough too.
Even if it was over, he had to taste the flavor for it to be alright.
……
The days passed like this, shameless and without restraint, gradually drawing closer.
The weather forecast was as unreliable as ever, all the predicted snow days passed by dryly, the first snow stood up the citizens again and again.
One day at the end of October, Qiao Ling unexpectedly saw Xie Lisheng again.
That evening she temporarily hung the “closed” sign at the store, went out to handle some things, and along the way dropped by epic.
Around eight in the evening, the bar had just opened not long ago, still empty with no customers yet, everyone was relatively idle.
Summer had gone to Chongjing to participate in the final round of the bartending competition; for the past four or five days, it had been Chen Kuang covering shifts.
Speaking of him, he really was someone who lived up to expectations, never stopping at just talking about ideals. When he said he wanted to become the best bartender in Binyang, he would definitely do his best to make it happen, to fight for it.
Qiao Ling really hoped he could return fully loaded with honors, becoming a bartender who had won major competition awards, participating in overseas competitions in the future, always doing what he loved.
The bar staff were sitting together chatting, waiting for today’s first customer.
Qiao Ling was sitting with Chen Kuang at the inside seat eating something. He had the kitchen prepare a portion of fried snacks for her, as well as a plate of pasta, so she wouldn’t have to work hungry after eating.
“Don’t just eat fried chicken.” Chen Kuang took off his gloves for peeling shrimp, rolled up a forkful of noodles, speared a shrimp with the tip of the fork, and fed it over. “Eat some staple food. Open your mouth.”
Qiao Ling let that luxurious shrimp noodle bite be stuffed into her mouth, eyes curving in satisfaction, humming as she nodded to express it was delicious.
Xie Lisheng happened to walk in right at that moment.
Goosebumps rose all over him, holding back the urge to complain.
If it were three or four years ago, even if someone took his head off and kicked it like a soccer ball, he wouldn’t have dared imagine Chen Kuang having this kind of side.
Damn, too disgusting.
Even when he was with Jiang Zao as a married couple, it wasn’t like this.
Sensing that not-so-friendly gaze, Chen Kuang bit into the fried mushroom Qiao Ling fed him, glancing over slantwise and vaguely saying: “You’re here?”
Qiao Ling turned her head to look, surprised: “President Xie? Why are you here again?”
“Just call me Xie Lisheng.” Xie Lisheng walked over, half-impatiently complaining: “And what’s with ‘why are you here again’?”
“What, does coming to this small shabby place Binyang require thirty days advance filing and approval?”
Qiao Ling suspiciously glanced at Chen Kuang, using her gaze to ask: What did we do to him? Why is his aggression so strong?
Xie Lisheng knocked on the table twice, getting straight to the point: “Your lovey-dovey romance movie should be finished shooting by now, right? Next up, isn’t it time to enter the big male lead’s startup-success drama crew? Great genius Chen?”
“Guess what I came here for.”
Chen Kuang slanted his eyes darkly at Xie Lisheng, then turned back to rub her head, standing up: “Eat slowly. I’ll go talk to him at the bar, so I don’t have to listen to him barking nonsense.”
Xie Lisheng pointed at him, looking quite dissatisfied with this attitude.
The two men got up to go chat alone at the bar. Before leaving, Xie Lisheng didn’t forget to quietly scold her: “Miss Qiao, you took my favor but didn’t get the job done.”
“You, really.”
Qiao Ling ate her fried chicken while watching him walk away, innocently thinking: She had clearly advised many times already. If Chen Kuang himself didn’t want to go back to the IT circle, what could she do?
However.
She looked at the two people talking business, and a vague sense of uncertainty rose in her heart.
Xie Lisheng must have come to poach Chen Kuang back to the company. This person only had that one purpose.
Would Chen Kuang agree to go back with Xie Lisheng?
Qiao Ling wasn’t sure, feeling conflicted.
Could it be… the two of them were going to have a long-distance relationship?