Manipulative Harem God

Zhao Hongyan raised an eyebrow and suggested, her voice laced with intrigue, "Why don't you... discover it for yourself?"

Intrigued by her words, Zhang Wei narrowed his eyes, wondering what game she wanted to play. However, as he gazed into her flickering eyes, he sensed that she was definitely hiding something.

Setting aside his curiosity for the moment, he gently laid her over the edge of the bed, his hands sliding the towel away. Despite anticipating what lay beneath, he found himself speechless at the sheer magnitude of her breasts.

They were perfectly round, exquisitely elastic, captivating even at first glance. A primal urge surged within him, as if he yearned to press his face against them and become lost in their softness.

Yet, he knew that these were merely fleeting thoughts, quick to be dismissed. After all, Zhang Wei saw himself as a man of noble character.

Satisfied with the sight before him, a triumphant smile played at the corners of his lips.

With purposeful movements, he leaned in to kiss her again, his lips meeting hers with a fierce passion.

Zhao Hongyan responded helplessly, her own desire evident, as he continued to explore her lips and the moist skin around her neck. The refreshing scent of shampoo filled his nostrils, igniting his senses even further.

Zhao Hongyan's face flushed with a tinge of red as she let out a contented sigh. An expression of half-suspicion crossed her face as she finally muttered, "Are you finally feeling proud now?"

Zhang Wei, his lips pressed against her neck and collarbone, paused for a moment and asked, "Why would I be proud?" He continued his gentle sucking as she tilted her neck, offering a wry smile. "Don't you men... keep a record of these things?"

Furrowing his brows in slight confusion, Zhang Wei tried to comprehend her words.

Zhao Hongyan sighed, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and resignation. "Sleeping with an older woman, isn't that considered an achievement for you guys?" She spoke with a newfound directness, a bitter smile playing on her lips as he coerced her into saying it.

Finally grasping her implication, Zhang Wei nodded slowly. His eyes fixed on her still firm and ample breasts, he measured them mentally, attempting to compare their size with his hands. The enormity of her bosom became evident as he realized that both of his hands fell short in covering it alone.

Zhao Hongyan felt an oddly unsettling itch crawl through her body as the warmth of Zhang Wei's skin brushed against hers. Finally, breaking the silence, he spoke, "But I don't think you're old." With a gentle touch, he pressed his thumb against her nipples, teasing and toying with them as he caressed her breasts.

"There's no need to deceive me—I am well aware of the truth," Zhao Hongyan retorted.

Zhang Wei's words pierced through the air, "No more falsehoods then—You're old, old enough to be my mother."

A wave of darkness washed over Zhao Hongyan's face, leaving her momentarily speechless. "..."

Undeterred, Zhang Wei leaned even closer and breathed his words softly against her ear, provoking her further, causing her mouth to involuntarily gape open, eyes wide with astonishment, fixated on him.

"Ahn~"

However, without granting her a chance to counter him, he eagerly parted his lips and dove down, greedily engulfing one of her cherries with his mouth, sucking over it deeply.

"Mngh..."

Zhao Hongyan's lips involuntarily parted, unleashing a moan of pleasure. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body writhing ever so slightly under his touch.

An uneasy and electrifying tingling sensation spread across her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Never in her life had she experienced anything quite like this, her senses overwhelmed by Zhang Wei's extraordinary expertise.

Zhao Hongyan's neck flushed a fiery red within moments, and she found herself gasping for breath, stealthily pressing her legs together in an attempt to subdue the intense desire consuming her.

"Can you... can you be a bit quicker?" she implored, her voice laced with urgency and supressed desire.

Zhang Wei paused, his eyes locking with her now hazy gaze. A mischievous smile played on his lips as he intrepidly responded, "Definitely." With deliberate seduction, he resumed his descent, pressing his warm, moist lips against her quivering abdomen, leaving a trail of fiery anticipation in his wake.

"Ahnn~ N-No, there..."

"Zhang Wei... stop."

Zhao Hongyan's back arched, a jolt of electricity coursing through her entire body, as if an electric current had surged through her veins. Zhang Wei's laughter echoed in the room, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he observed her acting like a young, carefree girl. "This part of your life seems quite empty. Do you yearn for another daughter, perhaps?" he quipped mischievously.

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"..."

Zhao Hongyan fixed him with a blank stare, her expression devoid of any emotion. "Don't make jokes like that again," she spoke with firmness, her words laced with seriousness.

Unfazed by her admonishment, Zhao Wei's smile widened, refusing to take her words to heart.

He pushed the boundaries further, his eyes gleaming with a hint of malice. "So you're not interested in another daughter? Maybe the one you already have will suffice?" His chilling words sent a shiver down Zhao Hongyan's spine, leaving her unsettled and disconcerted.

She shot up from her seat, her eyes locking onto his, her hands instinctively landing on his shoulders. "Zhang Wei! Swear to me that you won't do anything with Shanshan," she demanded.

Before, she hadn't paid much attention to such matters, but if she was going to share a bed with him, certain boundaries needed to be established and clarified.

A mischievous smile played at the corners of Zhang Wei's lips, but he nodded nonetheless. "Remember, but I can still ask you anything I want," he reminded her.

Zhao Hongyan's eyes narrowed with determination. "Anything except for Shanshan," she stated firmly.

Zhang Wei's demeanor shifted slightly, a hint of stubbornness creeping into his tone. "That wasn't part of our deal," he argued.

Her lip quivering slightly, Zhao Hongyan managed to find her voice. "W-We can't negotiate on this," she stuttered.

Zhang Wei's eyes softened, his voice filled with sincerity. "That's alright then. I would like to have you," he declared.

Zhao Hongyan chuckled, her laughter rich and full of irony. "Me?" she asked, a playful glint in her eyes. "What on earth would you do with this old lady's body? Play with it for a few years and then discard it like a worn-out toy?"

As the words left her lips, she fully expected Zhang Wei to demand even more.

But Zhang Wei surprised her. "You didn't get it—I need you! I want every piece of you, from your thriving business to every last penny in your bank account. It all belongs to me."

Zhao Hongyan's face contorted into a frown. "That's asking for too much," she protested.

A confident smile played on Zhang Wei's lips as he assured her, "You don't need to worry. I don't require any legal documents. A simple verbal agreement will suffice."

Zhao Hongyan couldn't help but burst into laughter. "And you honestly believe in just words? You would make a terrible businessman," she taunted.

Zhang Wei clarified, his voice calm, "I am not a businessman."

Can he trust mere words? Impossible!

He possessed the power to forcefully take everything from her whenever he pleased.

And as for his request for everything, it was merely a tactic to maintain psychological control over her in the future. And let's not forget—her own daughter would also be included, wouldn't she?

Zhao Hongyan was oblivious to the intricate scheming of Zhang Wei as she nodded and replied, "It's alright then."

Zhang Wei, with a sudden surge of boldness, commanded, "Good, now turn around."

"..." Zhao Hongyan stood in silence, her mind racing with mixed emotions.

In that moment, Zhang Wei appeared more daring than ever before, and strangely enough, she couldn't bring herself to dislike it.

She despised men who were weak-willed and easily intimidated by her, especially those like Song Pojun who obediently followed her every word, resembling nothing more than a coward. This low opinion of him continued to linger in her thoughts.

As a newcomer, Song Pojun failed to comprehend the workings of her mind. She desired men who were capable and strong, not just in business matters but also in relationships. This sentiment wasn't unique to her; even Lin Ruoxi, and most women in general, shared this desire. However, she noted that a few lazy cats simply sought to idle away their days with no ambition or purpose.

Nevertheless, Zhang Wei possessed a magnanimous heart. Whether it was a nonchalant loafer like Xiong Mei or a lonely widow like Zhao Hongyan, he embraced them all with open arms.

As Zhao Hongyan turned around, the glorious gleam of her perfectly curved bottom dazzled his eyes, seemingly emanating its own ethereal glow. His gaze tenderly traced the outline of a perfectly groomed area, completely devoid of any needless hairs.

Zhang Wei felt an intense surge of desire course through him, prompting him to swiftly discard his clothes without hesitation.