I'm hungry .....
The sweltering, stifling heat was suddenly broken by a gust of wind, and the air carried a faint chill.
The wind blowing toward her messed up the girl’s hair, but what Lin Jingxu worried about was how the loose top she wore clung to her body, accentuating the fullness of her chest.
Lin Jingxu kept her head down as she walked quickly, occasionally tugging at her shirt, unwilling to let anyone stare at the curves of her bust.
Back in middle school, Lin Jingxu’s breasts had already been far larger than those of her peers. The boys in class would exchange lewd, filthy smiles, whispering behind her back about her cup size and what they imagined her body would feel like…
In truth, Lin Jingxu really did have a remarkable figure. Though she wasn’t particularly tall, her proportions were excellent—long limbs, skin as pale and smooth as milk, and a full, ample chest with an E cup. Her face was delicate and pretty, and she had deep, ink-colored peach blossom eyes. When she looked at someone, those eyes blinked softly with a hazy, confused light that contrasted adorably with her seemingly cold exterior.
The girl hurried along, rushing to the school gate. A low-key black BMW was parked by the roadside.
After confirming the license plate number, she opened the passenger door. A young man with a gloomy expression sat inside.
His bangs had clearly gone too long without being trimmed, the overgrown strands partially hiding his bold eyebrows. Impatience flickered in his eyes as his thin lips parted.
“So you’ve grown quite the temper, huh? Making your patron wait that long.”
Hearing this, Lin Jingxu’s heart skipped. She unconsciously touched her ear and replied timidly, “I’m sorry… the counselor suddenly called a short class meeting, so I ended up being late. I’m really sorry.” As she spoke, she leaned forward and gave the young man a quick kiss on the cheek.
Her full chest pressed against his arm, soft and warm. Because Lin Jingxu always felt her breasts were too large, she preferred wearing thin, wireless bras. One of her naturally soft nipples lightly brushed against his arm, quickly stiffening into a small, hardened bead from the contact. Unaware of it herself, she kept rubbing against him, almost as if his arm were trapped between the deep valley of her breasts.
Lin Jingxu knew that Tian Shisu was someone who responded better to softness than resistance. If she acted cute, hugged him, and asked for a kiss, his anger would usually melt away quickly. Focused on reading his expression, she didn’t notice how suggestive her actions were—especially to Tian Shisu.
Her soft breasts pressed against his arm through the thin summer fabric. He could clearly feel her hardened nipple brushing against him, combined with the almost teasing movement. It made Tian Shisu want nothing more than to pin her beneath him right then and there, tear open the thin fabric of her shirt, pull down her bra, and knead her breasts until they took on a scandalous shape.
Lin Jingxu noticed that the darkness in his expression had deepened. From what she knew about him, that look resembled the gaze he had when desire took over. She had no idea what she had done to provoke him again, but it made her nervous. She quickly released his arm, swallowed nervously, and blinked her big eyes pitifully.
“Let’s go eat at that Thai restaurant we went to last time. I’m hungry… I want pineapple fried rice…”
“I’m hungry,” she repeated in a soft, syrupy voice.
The sound of it made the young man want to take her right then and there—to hear that soft voice turn hoarse with pleading, begging breathlessly, “Brother Tian… ah… I can’t… please don’t…”
With a click, Tian Shisu unfastened his seatbelt and leaned over her, pinning her beneath him. Primitive desire burned in his eyes.
“I’ll feed the mouth on top,” he murmured darkly, “and let the one below reward this.” He grabbed her slender fingers and pressed them firmly against the hard bulge beneath his pants.
The girl looked startled, instinctively trying to pull her hand back, but the man stopped her, guiding her hand to stroke him slowly.
Lin Jingxu hurriedly glanced out the windows on both sides. The school gate here was rather secluded, and few people usually passed by, but she was still terrified someone might see them. Panic made her nearly break out in sweat.
Looking at Tian Shisu with watery eyes, she pleaded pitifully, “Brother Tian, can we go back first and do this later…? Someone might come… What if someone sees us? Please…”
The last words even carried a hint of tears.
Her reaction only intensified the man’s desire to ravage her. With a wicked smile he said, “How about we do it right here, my little cotton fluff? I’ve been on a business trip for a month… it’s missed you terribly. It’ll be exciting here. I promise you’ll climax again and again.”
The filthy words coming from Tian Shisu grew increasingly obscene, and the movements he forced from Lin Jingxu’s hand grew faster and rougher.
Lin Jingxu was so angry she nearly cried. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, her brows tightly furrowed as she struggled helplessly against him. She was terrified of being recognized by classmates. Even though she kept a low profile at school, a luxury car parked here would inevitably attract attention. What if someone walked over?
Thinking of that possibility, stubborn tears slid down her cheeks. Her eyes reddened, her lids slightly swollen. She lowered her head and bit her lip, her thick lashes trembling like two small fans.
Seeing her so pitiful and lovable, Tian Shisu’s heart softened. He had only meant to tease her anyway—he hadn’t even taken off his pants yet. Just as he was about to let her go—
“Brother Shisu… let’s go back first and… continue… You can do whatever you want then… just not here… please… we’ll go back… you can do anything…”
Her eyes held a desperate plea, as though the light in them would fade if he refused.
Tian Shisu hadn’t expected such an unexpected reward. The thought of going home and freely indulging himself with her—making her do things she normally refused no matter how much he coaxed her—watching her flushed, tearful, seductive expressions, hearing her endless moans…
The idea delighted him.
So he happily let her go. As he sat up, he even helped tidy her clothes, though his hands still took the opportunity to grope her while he cheerfully said,
“Let’s go eat.”
Thai Restaurant
Lin Jingxu seemed somewhat distracted. She poked at the golden pineapple fried rice with her spoon, which looked incredibly appetizing, taking small bites slowly.
Tian Shisu picked up a piece of curry shrimp and placed it on her plate, glancing at her.
“We’ll stop by the supermarket later and buy some things.”
She paused, then nodded. “Okay.”
Tian Shisu pulled out a napkin and wiped his mouth, looking slightly displeased.
“Eat faster. You’re moving so slowly—you’ve barely eaten anything. Your appetite’s like a cat’s. Even that dumb cat you raise eats more than you.”
She pouted. “Xiao Huang is still growing, of course it eats more… I just… don’t feel like eating in this heat.” She wiped her mouth with a napkin. “Alright, let’s go. I’m full.”
“What’s the rush? No one’s hurrying you. Eat more. If you don’t eat enough, you’ll suffer tonight.”
“….”
Damn it, weren’t you the one rushing me… And what was that last sentence supposed to mean? Why does it sound so suggestive?!
Blushing, the girl forced herself to take a few more bites under his pressure. She drank her mango juice, biting the straw while sneaking glances at the man who was checking reports on his phone, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
Without even looking up, the man swiped through a page with his finger and said calmly,
“Don’t bite the straw.”
“….”
Damn it—
Why are you just like my dad, nagging all the time…
Suddenly thinking of her father, she wondered how he was doing.
She stopped biting the straw and began biting her lip instead. Her rosy lips turned slightly pale from the pressure. Gathering her courage, she asked,
“When you went to City B on your business trip… did you…”
Before she could finish, the man interrupted knowingly.
“I went to see Uncle Lin. Everything’s fine. Don’t worry. There are people looking after things at the prison, so stop imagining those Hong Kong drama scenarios where the warden and inmates bully someone together.”
“…Mm. That’s good… and… thank you.”
The young man glanced at her. It was rare for her to show gratitude like this. Empty words meant little—something practical in bed would be far more satisfying. The girl looked a bit dazed, her little head probably wandering somewhere again.
He curled his lips slightly and responded with a simple “Mm.”
Then he checked the time.
“Let’s go.”
He called for the bill. The waitress, probably a shy student working part-time, blushed slightly at the handsome man. After swiping the card, she returned it with a bashful smile.
“Sir, here’s your card. Welcome again.”
Then she trotted away with cheerful little steps.
