Playboy in the City-Chapter 198

A masculine aura that pierced her very soul stimulated Li Yan’s body and mind like a potent aphrodisiac. It made her feel feverish all over, and a wave of heat she couldn’t suppress trickled down between her thighs, leaving her itching with desire. The warm dampness soaked through her cheongsam, and Li Yan felt a pang of regret that Chen Yang couldn’t feel her burning passion and longing.

"Mmm..." While Li Yan worked diligently, she tilted her head back to gaze at Chen Yang, her big, crystalline eyes sparkling. Her beautiful face, stretched wide, flushed with desire, adding to her seductive charm.

"Sister Li, you really know how to please a man. Your skills with your mouth are incredible," Chen Yang said with a gentle, appreciative smile as he enjoyed her warm ministrations.

He reached out to stroke the top of her bobbing head. He gently brushed back the messy strands of hair that had fallen across her face, some of which were stuck to the saliva at the corners of her mouth, and tucked them behind her small, glistening ears.

With her hair tucked away, Li Yan’s flushed, lovely face was fully revealed, making her look even more enticing.

"You naughty husband. I know plenty more than this." Hearing Chen Yang’s praise, Li Yan was filled with joy. After pulling her lips away, she extended her delicate pink tongue and licked the length of him. Glistening strands of saliva stretched and snapped in an incredibly seductive display.

Chen Yang drew a sharp breath. Seeing Li Yan’s incredibly seductive display, he felt waves of electric pleasure wash over his entire body, and he couldn’t help but let out a sound.

In the driver’s seat, Zhou Hao completely ignored the sounds, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He didn’t dare glance back, his movements as stiff and precise as a wooden mannequin.

Seeing Chen Yang’s blissful expression, Li Yan gave a bewitching smile and redoubled her efforts.

She squinted, her nimble tongue darting out under Chen Yang’s watchful eyes. Like a playful dragon, her tongue swirled around the jade pillar in her hands, sometimes licking up, sometimes down. She even performed a trick where she swallowed his jewels whole, stimulating Chen Yang so much that he drew a sharp breath, wishing he could just press her beneath him and take her right then and there.

Li Yan’s performance is incredible, Chen Yang reflected. Of all the women I’ve been with, Ma Xiaorong is probably the most flirtatious and uninhibited, but even her technique isn’t as good as Sister Li’s.

"Sister Li, you’re on another level. This feels amazing." Chen Yang reached out and squeezed one of her soft peaks, expressing his admiration.

"It’s all for you, you little rogue." Hearing Chen Yang, Li Yan laughed proudly. "I went to a lot of trouble to capture your heart."

"A lot of trouble?" Chen Yang asked, looking at her in confusion. "Where did you learn all this? How did you even practice?"

Before Li Yan could answer, a thought seemed to strike him, and he asked in amazement, "You... you didn’t practice on your husband, did you?"

"Nonsense! You little scamp, don’t even mention that useless, weak-kneed fool. He’s not worthy of having me kneel for him like this." The mention of her husband sent an unusual thrill through Li Yan’s heart, causing her to work even more enthusiastically. "Even if he begged me on his knees, I’d find him too dirty to touch."

Being with Chen Yang right now gave her a stimulating sense of revenge against her worthless husband.

Chen Yang watched her expression and smiled playfully. It’s true, he thought. A woman who can’t reach climax and release her desires will never be content with loneliness. The term ’sexually frustrated woman’ is no joke.

"Only you, my little scamp, are worthy of me kneeling to serve you like this," Li Yan hummed softly, as if fishing for a compliment. "To practice these skills, I’d use my tongue to play with eggs and peanuts while eating. It almost killed me! My tongue would be sore after every session."

"Sister Li, you’ve worked so hard. I can definitely feel the results of your efforts. It’s fantastic."

Hearing Chen Yang’s approval and praise, Li Yan knew her efforts hadn’t been in vain. As long as she could stay by his side and not be cast away, everything she did was worth it. After all, only by serving Chen Yang well and clinging to him as her patron could she secure a good life for herself, not to mention the thrilling pleasure of being filled to the brim.

"Then just lie back and enjoy it. I have other tricks, too." Li Yan gave Chen Yang a little push, shifted her position, and proceeded to perform a deep-throat squeeze.

A sharp hiss escaped Chen Yang’s lips; that move almost made him lose control. If not for his profound cultivation, he would have unloaded everything right into her stomach.

Feeling Chen Yang’s body tremble, Li Yan redoubled her efforts with a muffled groan. Even as her beautiful face turned crimson and tears streamed from her eyes from the lack of air, she didn’t care. Her only goal was to please Chen Yang.

The sweet, intimate atmosphere in the car, coupled with the enticing sounds, made Zhou Hao grip the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

After I drop Mr. Chen off, I’m heading straight to the nearest club to blow off some steam, he decided. Driving for Mr. Chen is absolute torture. I can’t believe it. Chen Hanshan is the dignified director of a major hospital, a respected figure in Jiangbei and even Jinshui, yet his sister-in-law is this depraved! She has a husband, but she’s still so wild. I wonder if Chen Hanshan’s wife is as promiscuous and wild as her sister?

A dozen minutes later, they arrived at Ma Xiaorong’s residential complex.

"Mr. Chen, we’ve arrived." Resisting the tingling sensation on his scalp, Zhou Hao parked the car and reminded Chen Yang, who was still in the throes of pleasure.

Good lord, how long has it been? he thought, inwardly stunned. Twenty minutes, at least. With Li Yan’s technique—the constant deep-throat squeezes, using both her hands and mouth—I would’ve been done for ages ago. Even though I’m a Martial Artist, our strength is in our bodies, not... there. But Chen Yang is still going strong, with no sign of finishing anytime soon. This fact utterly astounded Zhou Hao. Mr. Chen truly is a god among men!

"Alright, Sister Li, you can stop now," Chen Yang said, patting her. "Your face is turning purple, and you’re going to ruin your makeup."

He patted the diligently working Li Yan, his mind already turning to the surprise Ma Xiaorong had mentioned. I wonder what it is?

"Mmmph... huff... huff..." Saliva dribbled from Li Yan’s mouth, glistening strands stretching as she pulled away and collapsed back into her seat, gasping for air. When she couldn’t have the real thing, this was the next best satisfaction. If she could, she would have loved to swallow Chen Yang’s great treasure whole and keep it safe inside her.

Moments later, Chen Yang brought himself under control. He and a blushing, charmingly disheveled Li Yan got out of the car. A few strands of her hair—and a couple of stray curly ones—were stuck to her lips.

Looking at the dimming sky, he spoke to Zhou Hao, who was still in the car. "Just come pick me up tomorrow morning. Go have some fun tonight."

With that, he led Li Yan into the residential complex.

Li Yan glanced at the name of the complex, her eyes lighting up. In a hoarse voice, she asked, "Husband, isn’t this Ma Xiaorong’s neighborhood?"