Obsessive Pleasure - Chapter 21

The initial movements were a gentle possession, gradually becoming domineering and powerful, with every collision beginning to spark intense fire.

Chen Yang held onto Liang Yun’s legs, lifting them high and bending them on either side of his body, aggressively pounding from above.

“Do you still want to give up now?” He kissed her neck, opening his mouth to gently nip her collarbone, striking her heavily, blow after blow.

Liang Yun cried and shook her head, clinging tightly to Chen Yang’s broad shoulders and back.

Chen Yang’s rhythm grew faster and deeper until he suddenly felt a frantic spasm deep within Liang Yun’s body, and a rush of heat seemed about to explode.

“Alright, I’ll allow you to climax!”

A strong current detonated in her lower abdomen, piercing her body like lightning, shooting straight up to her crown.

Liang Yun was held down firmly by Chen Yang. He accelerated and thrust deep into the center of her ‘flower’ several more times until she finally screamed out of control and shot to the peak.

Before Liang Yun drifted into sleep, her only memory was Chen Yang’s rapid, humid breathing and his faintly hooked lips.

When she woke up the next day, Liang Yun was in her own bed.

She stared at the bedside alarm clock, seemingly in disbelief, checking it over and over.

11 o’clock!

11 o’clock!

Looking at the bright daylight outside the window, she gradually accepted that it was eleven o’clock in the morning.

The last time she had a stable sleep until the sun was high was buried long ago in the dusty archives of her memory.

She got up and glanced around, but there was no sign of Chen Yang.

Her heart pricked.

He left just like that? Without even saying goodbye? It really is the same as last time!

Liang Yun walked to the closet, opened it, and pulled out a small travel case tucked in the corner.

She set the case down, unzipped it, and inside lay a suit jacket, quietly covered with a dust protector.

I didn’t throw it away. I lied to you, she told herself silently.

The sound of the front door opening suddenly startled her. Liang Yun quickly shoved the travel case back, turned, and rubbed her eyes, pretending to have just woken up as she walked out.

Chen Yang had already tidied himself up, looking as clean and refreshed as ever. Seeing Liang Yun standing in the bedroom doorway in her pajamas, he smiled slightly and lifted the bag he was holding. “Breakfast, or maybe lunch.”

Liang Yun’s heart suddenly leaped, like a little girl who was just about to pout and cry because her favorite colorful balloon was floating away, only to have the string caught by a large hand and delivered back to her, accompanied by a pampered, “Here you go.”

Chen Yang opened the takeout boxes and set the cutlery on the dining table.

Liang Yun suddenly couldn’t resist. She walked over, grabbed his arm, and rubbed her head against his shoulder like a small animal waiting to be stroked.

Chen Yang was momentarily stunned but quickly responded, stroking the top of her head. “Does it still hurt?”

“It hurts like hell! You were so rough!” Liang Yun looked up, glaring at him with a deep resentment.

“Who was it who said they could take a beating?” Chen Yang sat down, pulled her onto his lap, positioning her to lie prone, and lifted the hem of her nightgown.

Liang Yun flinched in fright. Was she about to get another spanking right after waking up?

Chen Yang saw through her thoughts and chuckled softly. “I’m not hitting you. Let me see if it’s swollen.”

The nightgown was lifted to her waist, and her underwear was pulled down to her knees. Chen Yang placed his entire palm over Liang Yun’s buttocks, slowly kneading them. “You lied again. It’s not swollen at all.”

Chen Yang was indeed an experienced Master; the force he used was just right—it hurt the flesh but didn’t cause lasting damage.

Liang Yun suddenly felt her butt cheeks being forcefully parted, and something cool began to probe her anus.

She instantly clamped her muscles, let out a small “Ah,” and her upper body, which was resting on Chen Yang’s lap, immediately tensed up.

“Don’t hide. I’m applying medicine for you.” Chen Yang gently stroked the outside of her thigh a couple of times, which felt just like a soothing caress.

The cool anti-inflammatory cream was meticulously applied to the delicate folds that had been brutalized last night. The comfortable relief made Liang Yun let out an involuntary moan.

Chen Yang pulled her underwear and nightgown back into place, patted her on the back to tell her to get up, and then stood up himself to wash his hands.

When he returned, he saw Liang Yun reaching out with her chopsticks to pick up a box of spicy shrimp.

Before she could reach the delicious food, the back of her hand was smacked hard. Liang Yun’s hand shook, and the chopsticks clattered onto the table.

She looked at Chen Yang in dissatisfaction. “I can’t eat it?”

Liang Yun, who hadn’t eaten since the previous night, was famished.

Chen Yang picked up her chopsticks. “Don’t you have any common sense? Your butt is still swollen, and you want to eat spicy food?!”

“Then why did you even order it?” Liang Yun grumbled.

He knew I couldn’t eat it but ordered it just to tempt me. He did it on purpose, right?

“I like to eat it,” Chen Yang said shamelessly. He pulled the box of spicy shrimp toward himself and swapped it for a box of stir-fried asparagus for Liang Yun. “Eat more greens.”

Her pouting, sulky expression was highly amusing and adorable to him.

Chen Yang suppressed his laughter and finished his lunch, enduring countless “death-stare” threats from Liang Yun throughout the meal.

Finally, after she had picked through the rice in front of her, he suddenly pulled out a box of mango ice cream pancakes, as if by magic, and placed it in front of her. “You were quite good during dinner, so this is your reward.”

Liang Yun nearly cheered out loud; mango pancakes were one of her favorites.

She looked up, her eyes sparkling. “How did you know I like this flavor?”

Chen Yang smirked at her. “The last time you ate with me, you picked out all the mango ones and left the other flavors.”

Liang Yun was just about to melt with happy emotion when she heard him deliver another parental instruction: You can only eat two. Don’t eat too much cold food.