Sir, You've Got The Wrong Person - Chapter 3.2

Chu Mufeng didn’t care. He looked down from her face. Yan Yiyi looked at him, bent her knees, and was about to kick Chu Mufeng, but before her feet touched him, she felt a pain under her body. Her legs fell limply. Her pretty face quickly became red, but she didn’t dare to move, let alone look at his hand that suddenly squeezed between her legs.

“Don’t think about your little tricks at a time like this.” Chu Mufeng snorted coldly, but he suddenly pushed her legs apart with his knee, while the movements of his hands gradually became gentler.

“Well… Chu Mufeng, you only know how to use such despicable means…” A strange desire surged from somewhere that was gradually getting wet. Yan Yiyi twisted her body impatiently, trying her best to resist the strange desire in her body. Her upper teeth unconsciously bit her lower lip tightly in an attempt to maintain a trace of clarity.

“How did the pleasure of my wife and I having s3x in our bedroom become something vulgar?”

Chu Mufeng said this and lowered his head to kiss her lips and asked softly, “Madam, do you still feel like being licked by a dog this time?”

Her confused mind had no longer been able to remember why Chu Mufeng asked this, and she just nodded subconsciously.

His black eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at her distracted little face, and the movements of his long fingers that were originally gentle and lustfully rubbing her suddenly became violent.

The intense pleasure made Yan Yiyi shake her head unconsciously, with the corners of her lips raised in satisfaction. Chu Mufeng turned his head to the side and suddenly kissed her roughly. His movements were not as gentle and affectionate as before, and his breath was a little disordered, but his black eyes were still observing her reaction very carefully. After a while, he slightly loosened her lips, and when he estimated that she could accept him, he sank his waist and suddenly entered her.

“Chu Mufeng, you bastard, you…” The sudden pain brought Yan Yiyi back to her senses a little. She cried and beat him, trying to push him away.

Chu Mufeng stopped moving, raised his hand to brush away her tears wet with sweat, bent his head, kissed her cheek with his thin lips, and sighed, his low voice a little hoarse: “Wouldn’t everything be fine if you listened to my advice earlier? Anyway, you will have to suffer this pain sooner or later. Today I want you to feel the pain and remember it for the rest of your life.”

After saying that, he suddenly grabbed her waist and started moving vigorously, but his eyes were still focused on the expression on her face, taking her feelings into consideration.

The pleasure mixed with pain slowly rose from her body, flowing through her limbs and bones. Yan Yiyi felt as if she was floating in a giant dragon and could only passively follow him up and down until, after the extreme splendor, she panted and melted into the water under him…

The whole night, Yan Yiyi was like a fish on a chopping board waiting to be slaughtered. She gasped and let Chu Mufeng toss her over and over, rubbing her flat and round. When she woke up the next day, her whole body ached as if she had been run over by a wheel. Her whole body was covered with bruises and kiss marks.

When she opened her eyes, Chu Mufeng had already woken up and was staring at her with his bottomless black eyes, as if he was in deep thought or absent-minded. His eyes were as dark as a bottomless pool, and except for the endless darkness, all emotions were concealed.

“Awake?” Seeing her open her eyes, Chu Mufeng seemed to come to his senses, flashed his signature smile, and looked at the palm-sized bruise on her chest. With his eyes half-closed, he gently placed his palm over it and asked, “Does it still hurt?”

That slap—he’d left it there on her yesterday morning.

As her foggy thoughts began to clear and the warmth spread across her body. Bits and pieces of last night’s heated moments flashed through her mind uncontrollably, and her cheeks grew warm. Yan Yiyi instinctively hugged the blanket and sat up, glancing down at the bruise he had covered with his hands, and smiled, “Not dead yet.”

Chu Mufeng’s gaze fixed there, and she quickly raised her hands and covered herself immediately.

Chu Mufeng seemed a bit stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, “I guess I underestimated you. Beauty can indeed distract one from their tasks.”

Yan Yiyi flashed him a dazzling grin. “And I overestimated you, Master Chu. Honestly, though, you looked much better with that mask on. At least then, I didn’t have to see your face and feel so disgusted.”　　

Yan Yiyi said as she quickly stood up, picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, and put them on. Chu Mufeng’s martial arts skills were just like his life experience: mysterious and unfathomable. She couldn’t be sure if he’d break free from his acupoint seal in the next second, so every moment counts.

“Master Chu, I will just treat what happened last night as a bite by a mad dog. I’ll sleep it off, forget about it, and we won’t meet again. Goodbye!

After quickly putting on her clothes, Yan Yiyi turned to look at Chu Mufeng, raised her hand and patted his face, her eyes almost curved with a smile, and after she finished speaking, she jumped out from the window without hesitation.

“My wife, if you want to escape, remember to hide far away. If you are unlucky enough to be caught by your husband again…” A deep, lazy voice with a hint of warning drifted slowly from the window. Yan Yiyi pouted, her toes barely touching the ground as she cleverly slipped away.