Playboy in the City-Chapter 206

Under the dim light, a man and a woman lay, their breaths intertwined.

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Li Yan’s greatest fear was Chen Xiaoguang entering the room. As if her worst fears were being realized, he did just that.

She clutched the covers to her delicate body, her slender feet kicking against the mattress as she scrambled backward into the corner.

At that moment, seeing Chen Xiaoguang striding toward the bed, panic surged through Li Yan’s heart. She immediately cried out to Chen Yang for help, "Xiao Yang... Chen Yang, where are you? Save me!"

"Chen Xiaoguang, he... he’s getting on the bed! Hurry!"

Unfortunately, Chen Yang never answered.

Watching Chen Xiaoguang get into the bed, Li Yan suddenly felt a strange thrill surfacing deep within her.

It was a strange thrill, as if she secretly craved to be taken just once by this wimp, Chen Xiaoguang.

"Eh?"

However, just then, Li Yan snapped back to reality with a soft gasp. She saw Chen Xiaoguang reach the side of the bed without even glancing at her. He collapsed diagonally onto the mattress with a thud, like a zombie, and immediately started snoring loudly.

Li Yan stared, stunned. As if in disbelief, she rose and gave Chen Xiaoguang a nudge.

"Ugh, it stinks. How much did this loser drink? He scared me to death."

The reek of alcohol pouring off the motionless Chen Xiaoguang finally allowed Li Yan to breathe a sigh of relief.

At that time, having recovered her strength under the nourishment of the Profound Life Force, Ma Xiaorong watched Li Yan’s reaction from the doorway and chuckled maliciously. "Sister Li, you seem so disgusted with my husband. Is he really that bad?"

"Don’t you want something a little more exciting?"

"My husband is right here beside you. Aren’t you going to seize this rare opportunity?"

Ma Xiaorong reveled in Chen Yang’s strong embrace, feeling the sore fullness below as she teased Li Yan, "You know, an opportunity like this won’t come knocking twice."

Chen Yang, who was holding her, wore a mischievous grin. Li Yan’s terrified expression had been truly amusing.

She really looked like she was afraid of being bedded by Chen Xiaoguang.

"You vixen! Leave it to you to say something so vile! Everyone in the hospital knows your husband is a useless, limp noodle. What chance? If you want him so badly, you can have him! Just give Xiao Yang back to me!"

Li Yan knelt on the bed, her ample chest trembling with rage, drawing all attention as she unleashed her tirade on Ma Xiaorong. "I’ll only ever let Xiao Yang fuck me! I’d never let that filthy thing of yours inside my body!"

"Heh heh, Sister Li, don’t make promises you can’t keep," Ma Xiaorong said deliberately, completely unfazed. "You aren’t even willing to divorce your own husband. When you go home, if he asks you for it, I doubt you’ll be able to refuse him."

"If you can refuse, why can’t I?" Li Yan huffed indignantly. She lifted one of her fair, perfect feet and kicked Chen Xiaoguang’s diagonally-sprawled body to the edge of the bed. "Besides, what do you mean I’m not willing to divorce him? I’m only staying for my daughter’s sake! Just you wait! Once Xiao Fei’s college entrance exam results are out, we’ll see if I’m willing to divorce that loser! Hmph."

In her heart, Li Yan knew her own husband was just as much of a loser as Ma Xiaorong’s. She’d long had enough of him coming home drunk every night, looking exactly like Chen Xiaoguang on the bed right now. He claimed to love photography and networking in his ’circle,’ but in reality, he was just using his status to fool around with young models or naive girls just starting in photography. Sadly, while his circle and the platform provided him with plenty of opportunities, he lacked the ’capital’ to do anything with them. He was limp and useless. Who would want someone like that?

"Alright, you two. This is time for pleasure, not for bickering. Now shut up and get in a line on the bed," Chen Yang interrupted, slapping Ma Xiaorong’s flushed, jade-like rear to signal her to move.

"I won’t, Hubby. I want you to carry me over," Ma Xiaorong said, pushing her chest out, her right arm wrapping around her back as she purred seductively at Chen Yang.

"Hmph, you seductive fox," Li Yan muttered, pouting with jealousy at Ma Xiaorong’s display. She then knelt beside Chen Xiaoguang, arched her back, and presented her high, round bottom to Chen Yang.

She bit her red lip, her voice a seductive pout. The desire in her eyes was like spring water, overflowing as she spoke, "Naughty boy, hurry up and come here. I’m much more comfortable than that vixen Ma Xiaorong. I know more tricks than she does, you know."

Li Yan’s enticing display made Chen Yang’s entire body burn. He pushed down on Ma Xiaorong’s waist and brought his hand down hard on her jade-like rear.

SMACK!

"Ah!"

The crisp sound, accompanied by Ma Xiaorong’s cry of pain, echoed through the room already filled with heavy panting.

"Behave," Chen Yang’s tone became an unquestionable command.

"Hubby, you’re so strong! You really hurt my butt." Ma Xiaorong pouted and turned, but when her gaze met Chen Yang’s deep eyes, her heart trembled. A hint of grievance surfaced on her flushed face as she said softly, "Yes, Master. I’ll be good."

And so, under Li Yan’s gloating gaze, she reluctantly moved forward, causing the crystalline behemoth to be withdrawn from her body.

"Ngh..."

Clear fluid gushed from between Ma Xiaorong’s thighs, instantly soaking the floor with her soft moans.

Ma Xiaorong’s calling him "Master" sent a powerful jolt of stimulation through Chen Yang, and his sense of satisfaction skyrocketed. The fiery lust of his Yang energy grew even more tempestuous. His recent ’bout’ with Ma Xiaorong right in front of Chen Xiaoguang had already stoked that lustful fire to a fever pitch, and her submission now made it impossible to suppress.

HUFF...

His breathing grew ragged. His member, already erect, swelled another thirty percent, dripping viscous fluid as it throbbed relentlessly.

Shameless, Li Yan mused, amazed that Ma Xiaorong dared to call Chen Yang "Master." That little vixen is more cunning than I am. I haven’t even called him Master yet, and she beat me to it. A sense of urgency began to bubble up inside her.

"Hubby, hurry! Look at me..." Li Yan pressed her chest to the bed, her hands resting on her rear, showcasing her most intimate, rosy folds to Chen Yang.

"Why should he look at you? You think you’re the only one who has one? I have one too, and mine is prettier!" Anxious not to be outdone, Ma Xiaorong scrambled onto the bed and knelt beside Li Yan. Mimicking her rival’s pose, she too displayed her own charms for Chen Yang.

HUFF...

In that instant, Chen Yang eagerly leaped onto the bed. He glanced at the thunderously snoring Chen Xiaoguang, a peculiar thrill coursing through him. His body burning with heat, he wrapped an arm fiercely around Li Yan’s waist and thrust forward...