CHAPTER 70: RUINING MADAM RUAN**

They stripped in a frenzy, clothes tossed aside without a care. Their eyes stayed locked, wild with hunger, like two beasts ready to devour each other before they even made it to the bed.

But they didn’t.

They were far too impatient for that.

"Madam Ruan, turn around and bend over," Zhao Yiming ordered, voice thick with dominance.

Her lips curled into a deeper, darker smile. "Oh darling... don’t call me Madam Ruan," she whispered breathlessly as she obeyed, hands pressed against the wall. "Call me Lihua."

She arched her back, presenting herself shamelessly. Her soaked pussy glistened in the dim lighting, already dripping with need.

Zhao Yiming ran his long fingers between her folds, slow and teasing. He rubbed up and down, then pinched her swollen clit.

Lihua’s entire body jolted. "Haaahhh~ Mr. Zhao, just fuck me already! I can’t take it anymore," she moaned, grinding herself against his hand, desperate for more. "Put it in—break me!"

Zhao Yiming’s cock throbbed at her words, his mind nearly short-circuited by the image of the usually composed Madam Ruan—now Lihua—reduced to a mess of lust.

’Shit... the skill really turned her into a bitch in heat. If she stays like this every time she sees me... that’s bad. But fuck me, that’s hot.’

He fumbled through the system’s reward inventory and pulled out a condom, rolling it on quickly as she wiggled her ass at him.

He stepped behind her, his shaft thick and veined, grinding slowly between her cheeks. She moaned just from the contact, her juices practically running down her thighs.

Then he gripped her hips and thrust forward in one smooth stroke—burying himself deep inside her in a single motion.

"Ahhh!" Lihua cried out, legs trembling as her pussy clenched down hard around him. Her slick walls hugged him like a velvet vise, warm and dripping wet.

"Fuck, you’re tight," Zhao Yiming hissed, holding still for a moment to adjust.

"And your cock is so big and thick... nghh—it’s stretching me open!" she gasped, nails scraping against the wall as her body convulsed.

He smirked, cock twitching inside her. "You can take it. Don’t act like this is your first time."

Her laugh turned into a breathless moan. "It’s not—but no one ever fucked me like this."

Zhao Yiming didn’t waste any more time.

He grabbed her waist and started thrusting—hard and deep. Her body rocked with every slam of his hips, her breath coming out in ragged cries that echoed through the luxurious suite.

Every wet slap of skin against skin sent shockwaves through his body. She was wild, moaning, begging, her slick pussy gripping him tighter every time he hit her deepest spot.

And Zhao Yiming—drunk on power, sex, and the primal need to dominate—was only getting started.

Lihua’s feet weren’t even touching the floor anymore.

Zhao Yiming gripped her hips from behind, lifting her ass high as she leaned forward against the wall for support, her palms flat, forehead resting against the cool surface.

Her breath came in harsh pants as he slammed into her from behind—again and again.

Her pussy squelched with every deep thrust, soaked and clenching so tight around him it was like her body refused to let go.

"AHHH! NGHH—Mr. Zhaaoo~!" Lihua cried out, her moans uncontrollable.

Her sweat-slick body trembled as her heavy breasts swayed beneath her, nipples dragging across the wall with every impact. His hands then moved, pinching her tits, making her cum again.

"OHHH!!! AHHHH HAAHHNN!!!" She screamed, as her pussy clenched his shaft even more, responding to his every touch.

"Fuck, you’re tight," Zhao Yiming growled behind her, slamming his hips with more force, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of her waist.

"You’re gonna break my damn cock."

Lihua could barely form words. Her body was on fire. Each thrust sent a shockwave through her spine and straight to her brain, frying her thoughts into nothing but white-hot pleasure.

"More—deeper! AHH! Don’t stop, please don’t stop—"

Her voice cracked, and then she grasped hard around him.

Zhao Yiming hissed. "You’re gonna cum, huh? Already? Filthy woman."

Lihua eyes widened hearing that words, she was indeed a filthy woman and his words was enough to make her wanted to cum!

"HNNN YEAHHH!!! I’M GONA CUMM!!!" Her body seized, pussy spasming violently around him, squirting hard enough to soak both of their thighs.

"CCUMMINNNGGHH!!!"

Her scream was choked, desperate, shaking as the orgasm ripped through her like a wave crashing into the shore.

She nearly collapsed.

But Zhao Yiming wasn’t finished. Not even close.

He pulled out just in time to catch her trembling frame, spinning her around in one rough, fluid motion.

Lihua’s back slammed against the wall, and she let out a breathless gasp as he lifted her up—her slick thighs instantly wrapping around his waist.

"Mr. Zhao, do you want to ruin me again?" she whimpered, gripping his shoulders.

Her eyes were dazed, lips kiss-bruised, her entire body soaked in sweat and desire.

Zhao Yiming leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling between them.

"You said this was just the appetizer?" he growled, lining himself up again. "Then open wide, Lihua."

He pushed back inside in one long, hard thrust.

Her jaw dropped. "AAHHH—!"

Her back arched off the wall, toes curling as she took every inch. Her nails clawed down his back, her legs squeezing him tighter, grinding herself against his base with pure, animal need.

He slammed into her again, and again, his hands under her thighs, using the wall as leverage as her body bounced in his grip. Her moans came in sobs now, raw and needy.

"AHHH!!! HNNGGG~ THIS IS INSANEE!!!" she shouted, her sensitive pussy was destroyed now, the only thing she could felt was pleasure.

"Look at you," he rasped. "All that pride, all that power—and now you’re nothing but a mess in my arms."

Lihua laughed through a moan, tears at the corner of her eyes. "Shut up and keep fucking me."

And he did—fast, hard, relentless—until the walls shook and her cries grew louder.