Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 448 - 364 ’Illustrator’_3

Chapter 448: Chapter 364 ’Illustrator’_3

In an instant, that hint of red deepened even further.

She slightly curled herself up.

But the naughty man had no intention of letting this moment slip by.

On her loose sweatshirt, the outline of a large hand gradually began to appear.

Then, as the hand moved upward, the outline of an arm started to emerge on the sweatshirt.

The protective cover was very tight, and Cheng Zhu wasn’t thinking about taking it off just yet.

He started kneading her like a master pastry chef kneading dough.

Every experienced pastry chef has their own unique dough-kneading techniques.

This too is an art.

The voices outside faded at this moment, seemingly the two people upstairs had already gone up.

But now, on the couch, Hu Yan was completely undone.

Her dehydrated state intensified.

Throughout the day, similar phrases flashed through her mind countless times to express her indignation: "Die now, just die now."

However, at this moment, she really was...

— Screwed to death!

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On the living room couch, they "entangled" for a long while.

Eventually, they moved into the bedroom.

Cheng Zhu had always felt that the main battlefield should not be on such a small map like the couch.

These small maps with limited space were more suitable for later, not for starting.

He knew the introverted illustrator, though like a succubus on the inside, was actually still inexperienced.

One’s first experience of love shouldn’t happen on a rickety old couch, right?

Hu Yan’s body was genuinely completely drained, limp like a mud puddle, so she was carried into the bedroom by Cheng Zhu.

A man’s physical condition is well showcased at this moment.

But before carrying her, Cheng Zhu first opened his briefcase and took out that folder.

Inside the folder was a thick stack of A4 papers, all self-portraits of Hu Yan printed out.

At this moment, Hu Yan, still immersed in the afterglow, had no idea that her Sugar Daddy had brought his own gear and sneakily taken it out.

After carrying Hu Yan into the bedroom, Cheng Zhu looked around.

After all, this was a rented house, so the decoration style wasn’t anything special.

Only a large cupboard piled up with numerous manga books could be seen; the room probably contained hundreds of them.

The room was not large, and the small wardrobe probably couldn’t hold many clothes, so she also bought a portable wardrobe—the kind with wheels on the bottom—where clothes and hangers could be directly hung on rods.

Cheng Zhu quickly noticed his own product, the gray, high-neck, backless sweater.

That said, this product is too fitting for slightly plump women.

Or perhaps, it’s perfect for big, fat buttocks!

It worked much better on those slightly plump than on emaciated frames.

There’s nothing else to it, it’s just juicier!

Lying on her own big bed, Hu Yan felt a strange unfamiliarity with the bed in her room for some reason today.

Since Cheng Zhu had taken off her thick, large black-framed glasses, she couldn’t clearly see Cheng Zhu’s actions and didn’t know what her Sugar Daddy was up to now.

He seemed to be opening something.

Then, Hu Yan saw a pile of paper being strewn onto the bed by Cheng Zhu!

Yes, these self-portraits were just scattered across the bed and messily spread around.

Each self-portrait displayed a different expression, a different posture, a different gesture...

Hu Yan slightly tilted her head, glancing at the one closest to her face.

This one was sent to Cheng Zhu when she was in Hang City.

In it, she had thrown the hotel’s pillow in front of the full-length mirror and kneeled on the pillow in a bathrobe, drawing herself as reflected in the mirror.

The illustrator suddenly felt even more dizzy, not expecting things to unfold this way.

Shyness spread anew inside her heart, but she felt a hint of excitement.

Yes, excitement!

A complex emotion began to brew deep within her, and her body started trembling slightly again.

Cheng Zhu stood by the bed, overlooking the scene before him.

One by one, the self-portraits in various styles messily occupied most of the bed space.

And in the center of the bed lay the subject of the paintings!

The visual impact and enjoyment it brought was absolutely unparalleled!

And these self-portraits were not just for decoration.

They were meant for Hu Yan to replicate later... in a one-to-one recreation!

Of course, that was for later.

Lips touched lips once more, and this time Cheng Zhu deftly unhooked the clasp on her back.

The first rainfall turned counselor into counselor minx.

The second rainfall, Ye Zi is a bartender, Cheng Zhu is a trainer.

The third rainfall, you are an illustrator, I am also an illustrator.

After Hu Yan closed her eyes, Cheng Zhu started capsizing continuously in the gutter.

Maybe, have you ever heard a song?

A bizarre song that had exploded in popularity globally.

Of course, tonight has nothing to do with the song’s bizarre content, only its title.

It is called "What Does The Fox Say."

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Cheng Zhu felt Hu Yan was a truly interesting person.

Her fleshiness, present all over her.

The pain from earlier helped Hu Yan’s chaotic mind recover a bit of clarity.

Her entire rationality had dissipated earlier, overridden by human instincts.

Now, whilst barely holding back her tears, she began puzzling over why it had turned out this way.

But upon reflection, it seemed like she was mainly to blame.

And as her body gradually adapted, along with a suffocating deep kiss, that last bit of Hu Yan’s rationality crumbled once again.

The pleasure Cheng Zhu brought her, was something she could never achieve alone at home.

It was a completely different feeling.

That bad man began to wonder, "damn, you couldn’t possibly be a transformed fox, could you?"

—Those who don’t understand Hu Yan’s goodness are in trouble!

Average person: orz

Hu Yan: or2

Cheng Zhu: or2-j

Hu Yan now and then wanted to grab something, resulting in the A4 paper near her hand being really mangled.

Several sheets were unconsciously grabbed by her, crinkling severely.

But it seemed every crease left was not just folds, but rather badges of Cheng Zhu’s conquests.

At this moment, the scene inside the bedroom was somewhat similar to one of the actions in a self-portrait.

Hu Yan was now kneeling and looking around at the paper, somewhat bewildered.

"Did I really send the boss so many drawings?"

Upon thinking about it, it seemed true.

She had sent not only all her new works but had also actively presented her older works.

Of course, these thoughts quickly faded, as she soon lost her rationality again, tumbling downward and then falling into the clouds high in the sky.

Cheng Zhu felt that there was actually a rune hidden in the swamp; once stuck, one couldn’t escape, and this rune would resonate with waves of mysterious ripples and subtle tremors.

The dog of a man could be such a dog of a man because he indeed had his own advantages; how could an ordinary person compete against this slightly plump fox’s runes?

Thus, the runes triggered again and again.

That song named "What Does The Fox Say" played over and over.

Hu Yan was severely dehydrated, to the point where she would lose weight if she stepped on a scale.

A woman is indeed made of water.

Her unique physique could bring tremendous psychological satisfaction to a man.

It was an incomparable experience.

In the messy self-portraits, Cheng Zhu had her recreate four of them today.

Almost all were replicated one-to-one.

Now, the two returned to the initial starting point, the illustrator lying flat.

Cheng Zhu leaned over and gave the kiss-loving female illustrator one final embrace.

Her hands tightly clung to Cheng Zhu’s back.

Then trembling, she held on tighter and tighter and tighter!

Her rounded, plump legs also clamped around Cheng Zhu’s waist, the leg flesh trembling too!

In the final moments, when he wanted to pull back, he found himself completely unable to escape!

With no other choice, he could only etch his searing runes into the rune wall inside the swamp.

At this moment, the slightly plump fox began making some odd noises from her mouth, sounding like she was speaking yet not quite speaking, indecipherable to anyone.

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Hu Yan.

Nonsense.

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