CHAPTER 116: 3) BREAKING YANYU.

"But... But I can satisfy you more than any of those women... Please..." She said what she thought, her voice hoarse and broken, her body wracked with sobs, she felt so helpless, so vulnerable... She can’t believe she just said it aloud but words once spoken can’t be taken back.

What’s more, she couldn’t believe she was reduced to begging, but she didn’t care anymore... It’s better to be honest than to seek comfort within lies... In the end, she just wanted him to stay. She was scared of being alone... It feels so lonely despite having a husband, well dead yet living husband.

Zhao Fan chuckled lightly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Satisfy me? How? I don’t think you are special. Any woman can please me better," he said, enjoying her desperation. He knew he was being cruel, but he couldn’t help himself. He liked seeing her like this. An inferior is inferior.

"B-but you made me like this... Your touch is what ignited me... It’s your fault, I feel like this," she said, her voice filled with frustration and anger. She knew it wasn’t entirely true, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit that it was her own desire. She couldn’t accept that she wanted this. It’s better to shift blame, because why not? It’s easier.

"My fault? So you are shifting your fault to others, that’s even better, you are truly the woman who shifts the knife," he teased, his lips curving into an ever so faint smirk, but he was intrigued by her boldness. He hadn’t expected her to speak up like this. He raised his eyebrow, his gaze never leaving hers.

"Yes... Yes it is... It’s because of you that I feel this way..." She said, her anger rising, she couldn’t believe how cruel he was being. She hated him for making her feel this way, but at the same time, she needed him more. She couldn’t understand her feelings. They were a mess. Maybe it is just lust and nothing else.

He laughed again, louder this time, the sound echoing in the room. "So you hate me now? Interesting. If that’s the case, I can leave, can’t I? I am sure you will find another man who can satisfy you. It won’t take long. A woman like you is bound to attract attention," he said, taking a step back, as if he was about to leave. He wanted to see how she would react.

"No... No don’t go... W-wait..." She begged again, grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving, her grip tightening as she felt panic rising within her. She knew she couldn’t lose him. Not now, not at this very moment when she needed him so desperately.

"But you said it’s my fault that you are feeling this way... I can’t possibly stay knowing that," he said, his tone mocking, his gaze filled with amusement. He loved seeing her like this, begging for his attention. It was intoxicating.

"Just... Just forget about it... It doesn’t matter... All that matters is that Young Master to stay, tell me, do you want me to be a horse or a cow, I can be one as you say..." she pleaded, her voice softening, her eyes little watery liked the morning dew. She knew she sounded pathetic, but she didn’t care. Nothing else mattered to her now.

"And why should I?" He asked, his voice lowering, his gaze intensifying with his tone challenging.

She hesitated, unsure of what to say. She didn’t want to admit the truth, but she knew she had no other choice if she wanted him to stay.

Finally, after a moment of silence, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because... Because I want you... You are the best way out for me," She finally admitted, her heart racing as she uttered those words, she felt vulnerable, exposed to the very core of one’s being, but it was the truth. It was what she wanted.

Zhao Fan stared at her, his expression unreadable, but a spark of interest lit up in his eyes. He was impressed by her honesty. He hadn’t expected it, but he liked it. He nodded his head slowly, considering her words.

"Very well. We shall discuss further but first, five minutes... You have five minutes excite me," he said summing a chair from thin air and taking a seat.

"Eh?" She looked confused.

"Ok... I will make you feel bliss too, then we shall discuss further," she was up for the challenge. She went forward, kneeling on her knees, and slowly moving towards his robe-belt.

She wanted to payback, she will also make him feel what heavens feel like within 2 minutes. She hurried undid the ribbon and his robe felt lose.

"Ahhh..." She gasped seeing his erection, tall like mountain, wide like river. It was majestic being.

"So big... It’s bigger than my husband by a lot..." She said slowly touching his warm rod that felt alive with in her palm. It was warm and textureful. She can’t believe what is happening but she will excite him within five minutes.

"Start by licking," Zhao Fan said calmly, as if this was a normal occurrence for him. But he knew she wasn’t going to disappoint him. He saw the greed in her eyes.

She nodded her head and started licking the tip with her jade pink tongue. It tasted salty and sour mixed with sweetness. She couldn’t describe it well but it tasted weird. She licked around the tip, making sure to cover all surfaces with her wet saliva. Then she slowly started sliding down, her tongue moving up and down the sides of his Yang rod. She could feel it twitching under her touch, growing harder with each second, as if it was more and more alive and reacting to her ministrations. She started using her mouth now, opening wide and taking as much of his rod into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down.

Shlurrrppp* Slurrrrp*

Mmmppppp* Mmmmmm*

Slurrrrrppp* Shlurrrrpppp*

It was difficult at first, trying to accommodate his size, but soon she found a rhythm, her saliva mixing with his pre-ejaculate, creating a slick slide as she moved up and down, her lips stretched wide around him into a very thin like like a drawing.

Gwak* Gwak* gggggg* hggggg*

She gagged a few times, his length hitting the back of her throat, but she persisted, determined to please him... Her nose brushed against his abdomen with each downward motion, the musky scent of his arousal filling her nostrils.

She felt her cave twitching more and more, sucking the very air around her.

She could hear his breathing becoming heavier, more labored, a low groan escaping his lips occasionally, the sound sending a surge of heat through her entire body. She could feel her own blood boiling... She knew she was affecting him, and it fueled her desire to continue, to push herself further, to make him lose control.

Shluurrrp* Slurrrrppp*

Mmmmm* mfffff* uggggg*

Her movements became faster, more frantic, her hands gripping the base of his shaft, stroking him in time with the movement of her head. She could taste the bitterness of more of his pre-ejaculate on her tongue, the flavor both repulsive and arousing.

She focused on the sensitive area beneath the head, swirling her tongue around it, feeling him twitch and harden even more. She took him deeper, trying to swallow as much of length as possible but alas the best she could offer was half the length, which on itself is impressive too.

Sluuurpplp* Shlurrrrrpppp*

She looked him into his eyes but saw nothing but darkness and coldness, his eyes were like an abyss created from blood... Making her feel more aroused knowing how strong he was.

She increased her efforts, her determination to satisfy him pushing her to explore more, to find every spot that pleased him. She could feel his thighs tense beneath her palms, his hips bucking slightly, his body trembling. She could tell he wanted to grab her head and push his entire thing into her mouth.

Could it be that he is a patient and caring person?

Or maybe he is close... She knew he was close, and she redoubled her efforts, wanting to push him over the edge, wanting to taste him fully.

Slurrrppp* Shlluurrrrpppp*

Mmmfffff* ffff* nmmmmm*

She bobbed her head faster and harder, her tongue working furiously, and her throat tightening... Cheeks hollowed as much as possible with her hands stroking and squeezing his balls.

She could feel the tension in him building, his muscles flexing, his grip on the armrests of the chair tightening.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

His body tensed, and with a deep breath, he finally succumbed to the ecstasy she was providing, his seed shooting into her mouth with incredible force like a volcanic eruption, which caught her off guard, and she struggled to swallow it all; the salty, bitter liquid filling her mouth, spilling out of the corners of her lips.

She continued to suck him gently, milking every last drop from him, her tongue soothing his sensitive flesh. Only when his breathing returned to normal and his eruption stopped, she pulled back with a satisfied smile. She doesn’t know how but she feels proud.