Manipulative Harem God



Zhang Wei found the clothes to be a formidable hindrance, shackling his movements and suffocating his burgeoning excitement.

With deft precision, he swiftly unbuttoned the top two buttons, bestowing his hand the freedom it longed for. It ventured inside the fabric, its fingers exploring with an electric eagerness that sent shivers down his spine.

In that transformative moment, Leng Yan's senses were besieged by a whirlwind of sensations, her body teetering on the precipice of fainting.

The exquisite touch of his probing fingers had ignited a fire within her, consuming her with a maddening desire she could scarcely comprehend.

But then, an exasperated sound, a "Tch," escaped his lips as his holy ritual encountered an unexpected obstruction.

It was her bra, impervious to his fervent advances.

Unwilling to succumb to defeat, his other hand moved with calculated grace, defying time itself.

In an instant, the clasp yielded under his experienced touch.

He liberated the bra from its confining hold, his actions propelled by a primal force that left no room for hesitation.

With a measured flick, he discarded it in one fluid motion, as if casting away an inconsequential trinket.

Leng Yan's eyes widened in astonishment, her gaze locked onto his nimble fingers that possessed an unparalleled mastery.

Zhang Wei's expertise in dismantling impediments was nothing short of extraordinary, capable of vanquishing any obstacle that dared to obstruct his path.

Regardless, she couldn't fully relish the surprise as a rush of sensations consumed her.

The brush of a warm hand against her naked skin sent shivers down her spine, his fingers delicately roaming above her breasts, teasingly hovering near her nipple, igniting a fiery ache within her.

Leng Yan clenched her lips tightly, biting down on them to stifle any sound that threatened to escape, her body instinctively leaning closer to his with every passing second.

A jolt coursed through her as he flicked her now taut nipple with his fingers, causing her body to tremble ever so slightly.

Driven by desire, Zhang Wei seized the moment, skillfully undoing the top buttons of her shirt.

He exposed her delicate shoulders, his lips eagerly brushing against the soft, exposed skin, sending tingles of anticipation cascading through her.

The overwhelming surge of sensations blurred Leng Yan's mind, her senses engulfed as if a fiery volcano was erupting deep within her being.

Her belt was forcefully removed, the buckle jingling as it hit the ground, leaving her trousers opened and her clothes in a disheveled mess.

Zhang Wei's hands playfully teased their way across her abdomen and up to her breasts, his touch igniting a trail of electric sensations.

With calculated precision, one hand slipped past her panties, navigating the hidden depths.

He boldly rubbed the crack between the middle of her legs, each movement sending a surge of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Ngh~"

Leng Yan was overcome with a sensation akin to being struck by lightning, her body involuntarily releasing a moan into the air.

However, instead of satiating her desires, this only fueled Zhang Wei's insatiable lust. With deliberate intent, he continued to stroke her moistened folds, occasionally teasing her sensitive clit.

He skillfully danced on the edge of pleasure, promising heaven but withholding release, ensuring she was trapped in a state of ecstatic torment.

As the realization dawned upon her, Leng Yan's situation became unbearable.

The overwhelming blend of pleasure and frustration forced her to turn her head, desperate and pleading, seeking mercy from Zhang Wei's grasp.

With a sinister grin, Zhang Wei smiled like a villain and barked, "Sit directly facing me."

Caught off guard, Leng Yan's eyes shook, leaving her momentarily paralyzed with uncertainty.

However, a forceful squeeze on her breasts jolted her back to reality, prompting her to scramble off his lap.

She trembled, her hand accidentally knocking into the table as she stood.

Just as she regained her composure, an embarrassing mishap unfolded before her eyes.

Her trousers plummeted to the floor, leaving her utterly flabbergasted and her cheeks aflame with a crimson hue.

And yet, rather than offering any sympathy or assistance, Zhang Wei's gaze greedily fixated on her exposed legs.

Frantically attempting to salvage her dignity, she moved to rectify the embarrassing situation.

But before she could even begin, Zhang Wei's voice pierced the air once more, laden with a cruel undertone.

"Let it be," he sneered. "It's a mere obstruction. Oh, and remove your panties too." His eyes transformed into piercing daggers as he eagerly anticipated the spectacle of her undressing.

One sight that never fails to captivate a man is the mesmerizing transformation of a woman as she dresses up or undresses before him.

Fixated on her every move at this moment, an indescribable satisfaction washes over him.

But for women, it's a different story.

They engage in a fierce psychological battle within their own minds during such intimate moments.

Leng Yan couldn't hide her mixture of resentment and shame, though she reminded herself that she had vowed to obey his every command.

With a touch of hesitance, she elegantly lifted her long legs to remove and discard her trousers.

As her gaze met Zhang Wei's, she gently bit her lower lip, a subtle gesture that hinted at embarassing situation.

Slowly, she slid down her panties, the sound of fabric brushing against her skin tantalizingly filling the room.

Each movement was executed with practiced skill, effortlessly removing the last barrier between them.

Throughout this seductive display, Zhang Wei continued to watch her every action, fascinated by the mixture of embarrassment and anticipation that played across her face.

Finally, she took a graceful step towards the chair, positioning herself to face him directly.

However, a dilemma presented itself.

If she sat in this way, would she have to place her legs between the gaps on either side of the chair, thus stretching them to an uncomfortable extent?

Contemplating this predicament, she instinctively pressed her thighs together, the friction between them causing a subtle, unconscious rubbing motion.

This left Zhang Wei puzzled, uncertain whether it was a deliberate tease or an involuntary response.

In the end, she let out a deep sigh, a mixture of determination and apprehension.

With a firm resolve, she slowly separated her legs, deliberately placing each foot on opposite sides of the chair. It was a deliberate act, a visual statement of her readiness to face Zhang Wei.

Yet, this seemingly small action somehow stretched into an eternity. The weight of his constant gaze felt oppressive, like an invisible force hovering over her.

It seemed to penetrate her skin, making her acutely aware of every inch of her exposed legs.

In an attempt to shield herself from his intense scrutiny, she tightly shut her eyes. But even in darkness, she couldn't escape the sensations he provoked.

His breath, warm and enticing, brushed against her face, causing her eyelashes to flutter involuntarily. Her heart raced in response, as if it sensed the intimate closeness that threatened to engulf them both.

Unable to suppress her curiosity any longer, she cautiously opened her eyes, hoping to gain a momentary reprieve.

Yet, what met her gaze only intensified the turmoil within her. His face was dangerously close, their proximity stirring a whirlwind of emotions deep within her core.

It was a magnetic pull, a tantalizing invitation to surrender to the desires that danced between them.

Zhang Wei, however, remained determined to make her obedient. His voice, cool and unwavering, shattered the delicate tension that hung in the air.

"What are you waiting for? Kiss me already," he commanded with a straight face, his words laced with an intoxicating mix of authority and desire. "Have you forgotten the plot—the deputy chief slowly succumbing to the intoxicating allure of her desires?"