CHAPTER 83: HEAVENLY LIGHTSABER**

Zhao Yiming took out a condom from the system inventory and slid it onto his hard cock.

Since the room was dim—curtains drawn and lights off—the condom glowed faintly, shining like a damn lightsaber.

Su Meilin widened her eyes in surprise before bursting into laughter. "What is that?! Why is it glowing like that?!"

He smirked confidently, tilting his head. "It’s the greatest sword that’ll bring you straight to heaven."

She laughed even harder as he guided his cock to her entrance with one hand, still soaked from fingering her, her slick juices coating him like the invitation was written in gold.

The head pressed against her folds, thick and hot and throbbing with every heartbeat.

"Hnngg~ stop teasing me, Yiminghh~"

Su Meilin spread her legs wider, arms resting above her head, her flushed chest still heaving from the orgasm.

But still, he didnt put it in yet, making her impatient. "You gonna stare at it all day or put it in already?" she muttered.

Zhao Yiming grinned. "Beg for my cock first."

Her legs snapped around his waist, dragging him forward just enough for the tip to sink in.

"Make me."

He groaned—his self-control already hanging by a thread. She was tight. Even after cumming, her walls clamped down around him like they were starving.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he bottomed out with a guttural exhale.

"You are so tight..."

She gasped, nails digging into his back. "H-hahhh... Heavens! I forgot how thick you are..."

He stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust, kissing her neck as she trembled around him. His cock twitched inside her, and she whimpered at the feeling—already sensitive, but craving more.

Then he pulled out halfway—and slammed back in, hard.

"Ahhhh—Yiming!" she cried, arching under him.

Zhao Yiming thrust again and again. Slow, deep strokes that made her moan with every push, her pussy sucking him in like it never wanted to let go.

"Oooohhh~ Ngghhh so bigg~" she bit her lips, looking at how he rocking her hard.

The headboard thumped against the wall, her breasts bouncing with every motion. Her moans got louder, mixed with breathless laughter and soft gasps that drove him mad.

"You like this?" he growled against her ear, biting her lobe. "You like being fucked hard with my thick cock, Meilin?"

She nodded furiously. "YEESHHHH!!! FUCK ME HARDER!!! AHHH!!! DON’T STOPP!"

Zhao Yiming smirked as he angled his hips, slamming upward to grind against that spot deep inside her that made her scream.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders now, clinging like she’d drown without him.

"AHHH!!! LORDDD!!!" Her legs shook, her pussy clenched. "I-I’M CLOSEEE!!! NGGHHH!!!"

But Zhao Yiming wasn’t done yet.

Without warning, he pulled out—earning a whimper of protest from her—and flipped her over, pressing her face into the pillow with one hand while his other guided her ass up.

She looked back over her shoulder, dazed and flushed. "H-huh? Why’d you stop—?"

He slammed into her from behind. She yelped, hands gripping the sheets as the new angle stretched her even more.

"OHHH!!! IT’S DEEPPP!!!"

Her ass rippled as he began pounding into her, hips slapping against her skin, fast and relentless.

The sound was obscene—wet and raw and loud, echoing through the room like a dirty rhythm only they understood.

Zhao Yiming grabbed her waist, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust, watching her hair bounce, her back arch, her ass jiggle with every brutal stroke.

"Damn... You feel even tighter in this position," he growled. "Like your pussy’s trying to trap me."

"Mmnnnhhh~"

She couldn’t answer—only moan, mouth open, eyes rolling, drool threatening the corner of her lips as her body surrendered completely.

Then, she could felt it, her climax getting near and near as her whole body tensed. Her hands grabbed at the sheet as her orgasm hit fast and violent, it was overwhelming.

"CCUMMM!!! COMIINGGGG!!!"

She screamed into the pillow, body spasming as her pussy convulsed around him, sucking his cock deep, milking him for all he had.

"Fuck, too tight!" he groaned, feeling her pussy clamping down on his cock, twitching like crazy.

He kept going—riding out her orgasm, watching her collapse forward with trembling limbs.

"Yiming—I can’t—I’m too sensitive—!" she cried, voice muffled, but he didn’t stop.

"Just one more," he panted, pushing her legs apart again, now angling deeper.

"Y-you said that last time!"

"Okay, maybe two more."

He pulled her into his lap next, sitting back on his knees and dragging her body up to straddle him.

"Aaahhnnn~" Her thighs quivered as she instinctively wrapped them around him, his cock sliding right back inside with a slick squelch that made both of them groan.

He held her close, chest to chest, one hand behind her back, the other gripping her ass as he bounced her gently on his cock.

Her face was red, lips parted, hair sticking to her forehead.

"Nnnggghh... Hahhh..." she whispered breathlessly. "I can’t... This is too much."

This time, the movement was slower, more deeper and intimate.

Every thrust was deliberate, like he wanted her to feel every inch. Like he wanted to carve himself into her body, brand his name inside her womb.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her forehead pressed against his. Their breaths mixed, their moans tangled. It wasn’t just lust anymore—it was something heavier, something unspoken.

He kissed her again. Not rough or playful this time. Just slow, and full of everything he couldn’t say.

Su Meilin whimpered into his mouth, hips twitching. Her pussy clenched again—tighter this time. She was close.

So was he.

Zhao Yiming gritted his teeth, veins bulging in his arms as he gripped her tighter, thrusting up hard. Her body shook.

"AHHH!!! TOO SUDDENN!!!" She screamed, as her climax was now in front of her, "CUMIINGGHHH~"

Her walls spasmed again, squeezing him until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

"Me too, Meilin. I’m gonna cum too." He came with a growl, deep inside her.

Thick ropes of cum filled the condom as he thrust a few more times, milking out every last drop. His cock twitched violently, buried to the hilt, and for a few long seconds they just stayed like that—panting, sweaty, clinging to each other like the world outside didn’t matter.

Su Meilin collapsed against his chest, still shaking, her breath hot against his neck.

"...I’m gonna die," she mumbled.

He chuckled, running a hand up and down her back. "Ohh, my cock become a weapon of murder now?"

She smacked his chest weakly. "I hate you."

Zhao Yiming just laughed, knowing she lied and kissed her neck gently.

Then she lifted her head, staring at him with glassy, fucked-out eyes. "You’re sleeping inside me tonight."

Zhao Yiming blinked. "Like... literally?"

She clenched her pussy around his softening cock—making him jolt.

"Yes."

He gave a helpless grin. "...Yes, ma’am."