Manipulative Harem God



"Ahhhnnnn ~"

She had completely surrendered to her desires, no longer able to control the volume of her moans. The table she clung to for support trembled with every deep thrust that he delivered.

Her eyes were consumed by a blazing fire of lust, rendering any rational thought impossible.

The allure of being ravished within the confines of the bureau only amplified the intensity. Clad in nothing but a white shirt that barely covered her, her every movement was hypnotic.

The sight of her, with her radiant purple hair cascading over her shoulders, moaning uncontrollably in the cabin of the deputy chief, was nothing short of mesmerizing.

*Pah*

*Pah!*

"Pah!*

The sharp sound of flesh colliding and the resonating smacks filled the air, engulfing the room with a burst of energy.

Leng Yan's legs quivered uncontrollably, and a prolonged, sensuous moan escaped her lips.

"Ahhhhnhnnn~"

As her body yielded, her lips softened into a slight pout, and her face descended upon the table's surface.

Zhang Wei withdrew his hardened member from her inner depths, a smug grin spreading across his face as the milky fluid spilled out of her, draping her thighs and cascading onto the cool tiles below.

A flicker of concern flitted across his face as he pondered who would clean this carnal mess, but he ultimately left that task to Leng Yan.

Determined not to grant her respite, he commanded her to sit upon the tiles, facing him, as she reclined back like an all-powerful emperor on a throne.

"Hmm?" Leng Yan's confusion flickered briefly in her eyes as she not only discovered her legs were now sticky with the residual fluid, but also contorted her face in a disapproving frown.

However, as soon as her eyes caught sight of the shadow cast by his rigid member falling across her face, and she saw the twisted blend of desire and arrogance in his smile, her expression transformed from curiosity to pure revulsion.

With a reluctant glance, she surveyed his engorged erection, glistening with their shared intimate fluids, giving off an odd, acidic scent.

The sound of grinding teeth echoed through the air - a testament to the woman's seething anger and realization.

Leng Yan's brows furrowed deeply, as if in protest against the unpleasant odor emanating from his throbbing manhood.

Despite her hesitance, curiosity prompted her to extend her trembling hands towards his member, finally in her grasp.

"Huh!"

A breathy sigh of surprise escaped her lips as her delicate fingers encircled his massive, scorching shaft, which slid effortlessly within her grasp.

The slipperiness only heightened her sense of trepidation, yet a strange cocktail of intrigue and unease filled her core.

With a confusing mix of emotions swirling within her, Leng Yan instinctively moved her hands, seeking an alternative approach.

However, Zhang Wei's frown deepened, and his eyes snapped open. "You have to clean it with your mouth," he whispered authoritatively.

"What!?" Leng Yan cried out in shock, her disbelief evident. Yet, before she could protest further, his eyes shut again, dismissing her with a dismissive disregard.

Once again, the trick worked like magic.

As soon as Leng Yan timidly extended her trembling tongue, it delicately caressed the tip of his throbbing member, eliciting a contented sigh from her lips.

'Difficulty one, passed!' she exulted silently, before summoning her courage to engulf the entire length in her warm mouth. She drew in a sharp breath, the realization dawning on her just how much of him remained.

It was then that Zhang Wei interjected, interrupting her efforts and taking on the role of teacher once more. This time, Leng Yan felt like a scolded child, chastised for her earlier mistake.

Despite the reluctance in her heart, she listened attentively, absorbing his instructions.

With renewed determination, she utilized her tongue and lips to suck and lick the sensitive tip, initiating a dance of pleasure.

Gradually, her hands joined the sensory symphony, encircling the shaft and replicating the same motion.

A peculiar sensation surged through her veins, intensifying her peculiar desires.

Yet, undeterred, she lavished her attention upon his member, persistently licking until every inch was coated in a glistening sheen of her own saliva.

Now, gazing upon his throbbing member glistening with her own saliva, a wave of intense reluctance crashed over her.

Being enslaved made every moment a torturous struggle, forcing her to suppress her resistance and embrace the unthinkable.

With each passing moment, the shaft glided along the sensitive lining of her cheeks, occasionally grating against her teeth.

At the point of utter resistance, she believed she simply couldn't go any further. Yet, Zhang Wei seized her head and compelled it forward, making her gulp down the entirety of his manhood in one ghoulish gulp.

"Gwaakk!"

Leng Yan's eyes rolled back momentarily, the intrusion of his shaft grazing against the delicate walls of her throat, causing her entire body to rigidly freeze.

In a similar fashion, Zhang Wei relentlessly thrust her head back and forth, forcing her to acclimate to the unthinkable act before her.

*Slurp... Slurp...*

Leng Yan somehow performed a sloppy blowjob, her head constantly boggling up and down his shaft, resulting in a wet mess splattering the floor below.

As his climax approached, Zhang Wei forcefully pushed her head, thrusting deep into her throat.

He tightly gripped her head, ensuring she swallowed every bit before finally releasing her.

Instantly, Leng Yan separated from him, her panic evident as she violently coughed and gasped for air.

"Cough! Cough!"

Zhang Wei wore a smug grin, fully satisfied with the experience, knowing that the second time would be even better.

After a few agonizing minutes, Leng Yan hastily reached for tissues to clean up the mess on the floor and her sticky legs.

She hesitated for a moment, contemplating cleaning her vagina, but upon catching a glimpse of Zhang Wei's lingering gaze, decided against it.

She hastily reached for a room freshener, desperately attempting to mask the pungent smell that lingered in the air.

With a deep breath, she buttoned up her shirt, casting a fleeting glance towards her bruised breasts and abused nipples, a painful reminder of the embarrassment she had endured.

Her expression became a tapestry of emotions as she stared intently into the front camera of her phone, meticulously inspecting her face. Disappointment washed over her, and she couldn't help but release a heavy sigh.

Traces of brutality adorned her chest and even trailed up her neck, hidden beneath the fabric of her shirt. She secretly shuddered, contemplating the consequences if they were exposed.

The mere thought sent a wave of uncertainty crashing over her.

The sound of her shoes being pulled back on filled the air, signaling her readiness to leave, but before she could complete the task, Zhang Wei swiftly yanked her arm, forcefully drawing her towards him once more.

"W-What!?" Her stunned eyes met his as she reluctantly settled herself on his legs, facing him. Through gritted teeth, she questioned, "What do you need now?" Her irritation was palpable as she noticed him intently studying her with a mischievous smirk.