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Chapter 3: Call them out
Ruan Jiaojiao was somewhat surprised to see that it was Rong Yu who entered. Because according to Rong Yu’s portrayal as a restrained character, even in the original storyline, his encounters with the female lead, Xia Xue, were few and far between, with only a few brief descriptions.
To some extent, he treated the female lead more like a toy, teasing her like a cat playing with a little mouse. This man enjoyed the pleasure of strategizing and manipulating others’ hearts, and had very little desire when it came to s*xual needs.
Rong Yu pushed open the door and noticed the standoff between the two inside the room. His gaze fell upon Ruan Jiaojiao, his tone dripping with condescension.
“Is the self-awareness of being a tool for release still lacking? Do you need me to teach you?”
Ruan Jiaojiao detected the mockery in his words and responded with a cold expression, but answered earnestly.
“Very well, he hurt me last time. This time, he wants to be rough from the start. Even if I’m just a tool, I hope you both use me properly.”
Upon hearing her words, Rong Yu showed an expression of interest, while Mu Yi’s emotions remained concealed, but his gaze grew darker and more profound.
Rong Yu walked towards Ruan Jiaojiao.
For a moment, the bed divided the room into two contrasting scenes: one side with Mu Yi, his face tense, and the other side with Rong Yu and Ruan Jiaojiao.
“Come here.”
Rong Yu sat down at the edge of the bed, reaching out his hand towards Ruan Jiaojiao. Their gazes met, devoid of any romantic ambiguity, yet sparks seemed to flicker subtly, akin to a tug-of-war.
Ruan Jiaojiao expressionlessly placed her hand in his palm. With a pull, she found herself sitting on Rong Yu’s lap, her back leaning against his chest.
This man’s hands slithered like snakes into her loose white t-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and Rong Yu’s palms covered her perky br*asts, his thumbs and index fingers firmly pinching and kneading her ni*ples.
Ruan Jiaojiao’s eyebrows slightly furrowed as her sensitive buds were toyed with by the man. She remained silent, but her body couldn’t help but tremble faintly. Rong Yu pressed his face against her neck, his warm breath cascading over her neck’s curve. Ruan Jiaojiao couldn’t resist narrowing her eyes, and the stirring response caused a faint blush to bloom on her cheeks.
Mu Yi stood like a statue, his icy gaze fixed directly on the intimate couple. His eyes were deep and inscrutable, revealing no emotional fluctuations.
From his perspective, he could clearly see how Rong Yu manipulated her flesh, how his fingers moved beneath the fabric of the t-shirt, kneading and teasing her ni*ples like dough. Rong Yu’s thin lips pressed lightly against her slender neck, lightly sucking.
The scene was both er*tic and eerie.
However, whether it was Rong Yu or Ruan Jiaojiao, their expressions remained cold and impassive, giving no hint of s*xual desire. Except for the slight blush on Ruan Jiaojiao’s cheeks and the slightly accelerated rhythm of her breath.
The two of them tumbled onto the bed together, or more precisely, Rong Yu held her as they fell onto the bed. He began to unbuckle his belt. Despite the presence of three individuals in the room, it was unusually quiet, with only the sounds of their breathing and the crisp metallic clicking of the belt buckle.
“Since you’re just a tool, there shouldn’t be a need for much foreplay, right?”
Although Rong Yu’s tone carried a hint of questioning, his actions were swift and decisive. He unhesitatingly spread her legs apart, and with a single finger, he hooked the edge of her panties and plunged it directly into her wet flower bud.
Surprisingly, she was already wet. He hadn’t expected her to be so sensitive, unlike her outwardly cold and composed demeanour.
Upon noticing this, Rong Yu smiled faintly, while Ruan Jiaojiao did not show any signs of embarrassment or shame despite her body betraying her. Her expression remained calm and composed as usual.
Rong Yu withdrew his finger. Initially, he had intended to use his fingers to further wet her, but since she was already wet, there was no need for him to waste any more time. He then pulled down his own underwear, exposing his m*nhood.
When Rong Yu’s thick and long member pressed against the entrance of her flower bud, Ruan Jiaojiao’s expression remained as cold as ice, as if she didn’t care about him entering her body. Her posture neither welcomed nor rejected him.
At this moment, Mu Yi, who was observing from the sidelines, furrowed his brows, his thin lips pressed tightly together.
“This is our first time together. I will be gentle, and I hope the process is enjoyable,” Rong Yu said calmly, as if the two of them were engaged in a business negotiation. He seemed to be delivering some kind of opening statement.
Ruan Jiaojiao really wanted to roll her eyes. D*mn, does he know that trying to be cool and suave just invites thunder to strike?!
She had encountered at least double-digit numbers of male leads and supporting male characters, not to mention the ruthless characters like Dong Fangshi she had recently experienced. In her eyes, someone like Rong Yu was simply not worth her attention.
Seemingly aware of Ruan Jiaojiao’s indifference, Rong Yu, after pushing his member halfway in, stared intently at her face without blinking. Then, he placed his hands at the base of her thighs, spreading her legs to the widest angle. With a sudden dip of his waist, he thrust his entire massive meat stick into her tight passage.
“Make some noise,” he commanded.
In response to her silence, Rong Yu expressed his displeasure directly. Ruan Jiaojiao let out an unenthusiastic mo*n, going along with it half-heartedly.
Yes, she was doing it on purpose. In reality, she really wanted to scream loudly, but she was feeling mischievous and deliberately wanted to provoke Rong Yu, not giving him face in front of his brother.
At the same time, Ruan Jiaojiao clenched her small passage tightly around his member, the elastic meaty flesh instantly gripping it, causing Rong Yu’s scalp to tingle. His fingers, gripping her thighs, tightened involuntarily. He fought hard to suppress the urge to release, catching his breath forcefully. The sudden gasp sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet room.
Rong Yu was momentarily stunned, meeting Ruan Jiaojiao’s eyes that held a mocking smile. Her red lips curved slightly, seemingly mocking him.
Rong Yu: “…”
He underestimated his opponent.
Rong Yu wasn’t a chauvinist, so he didn’t feel ashamed or angry about what happened earlier. On the contrary, he found it more intriguing.
Their gazes met, flowing with a tacit understanding that only the two of them could comprehend. This feeling of being excluded intensified the stifling sensation in Mu Yi’s heart, making him increasingly uncomfortable. However, he remained standing in place like a statue, unmoving. Only his eyes showed a slight ripple, revealing some emotions, but no one paid attention to him.
Initially, Rong Yu just wanted to teach this cold and arrogant woman a lesson, but he almost made a fool of himself. So, he had to take it seriously. He wanted to fu*k her until she cried, to make her mo*n and gasp beneath him. The intense desire for conquest made Rong Yu deviate from his usual laziness and indifference. He lifted up her t-shirt, fully exposing her exquisite figure before his eyes.
He revealed a purely appreciative gaze.
“You have a great body,” Rong Yu praised, a rare compliment from him. In fact, it wasn’t to please her subjectively, but rather a genuine expression.
As an assassin, Ruan Jiaojiao possessed a body devoid of any excess fat. Her waist was tight, and her lines were smooth and beautiful. She wasn’t muscular, but rather like a small, agile wildcat living in the jungle. She possessed a petite physique while retaining the speed, power, and explosive strength necessary for survival in the wild.
Especially her bre*sts, perfectly shaped like peaches, standing perky without spreading apart, they were soft to the touch yet had elasticity. Her curved b*ttocks were equally enticing.
Rong Yu felt satisfied with the impulsive decision he made that day. It would be a pity to just kill her and dispose of her like that.
He had long ceased to care about her killing that pawn. Punishing her, including the organisation behind her, was merely a way to deter others and establish his authority.
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