Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 536 - 421 "Entering the House

Chapter 536: Chapter 421 "Entering the House

In the bathroom of the bedroom, Cheng Zhu saw Hu Yan’s legs, which had been standing straight, bend slightly after being hit "hard" by him.

It was clear that her naturally seductive physique wasn’t very "resilient."

She was a bit dazed subconsciously.

I said I liked the glasses and that they looked good, so why hit me?

But she wasn’t dumb, she quickly understood.

Hu Yan was a homebody Illustrator with a mind full of naughty thoughts, and she knew all too well what her sugar Daddy liked most about her.

Yep, the spot he liked to hit.

So, she quickly turned her head away, not daring to look at Cheng Zhu, but her heart was already racing with excitement and anticipation.

After all, it had been a long time since last time.

Then, when she looked forward again, she saw the huge mirror in the bathroom.

"Are we going to do it in front of the mirror?"

"That means I can see myself in the mirror later?" she thought.

This is simply... an opportunity too good for gathering material!

Her knees bent even more.

"Let’s go, let’s find a glasses store outside, I’ll take you to get some lenses," Cheng Zhu suddenly said.

As if he hadn’t just been unable to resist slapping your butt a moment ago, then telling you to follow him.

"Huh? Oh, oh, okay," Hu Yan turned back around, looking more puzzled than before.

With her severe myopia, she couldn’t see Cheng Zhu’s expression clearly.

She couldn’t even accurately gauge the distance between him and herself.

But she wouldn’t need to gauge it soon.

Because she could feel their bodies pressing together from the legs.

As Cheng Zhu moved forward, the visually impaired Hu Yan instinctively took a small step forward, causing her legs to press directly against the sink.

The bastard stood behind her, his left hand also resting on the countertop, kind of trapping Hu Yan in that small area.

He leaned forward slightly, then looked at the Illustrator’s face, which carried a tinge of disappointment, and frowned.

"What was that expression just now?" he asked.

"Huh? My expression?" Her tone was not questioning, but perplexed.

Hu Yan had always been the humble party B in front of Cheng Zhu.

"Tell me yourself," Cheng Zhu said.

"Huh? I..."

"You have two different faces online and in real life, huh?" Cheng Zhu still pressed her against the sink, his tone teasing.

Hu Yan felt like she was really going to die, but inside she retorted softly, "Well, that’s certainly not as consistent as you, boss."

In her mind, Cheng Zhu was someone who, what he dared to say online, he absolutely dared to do in real life!

Unlike her, who just dared to say, think, and hope.

"What expression?" Cheng Zhu asked again.

At the same time, their pressed bodies moved slightly forward, causing the soft flesh on Hu Yan’s thighs to press dead against the cabinet under the sink. The fleshy thighs pushed slightly outward, making the jeans even tighter.

The physically unique Illustrator was already blushing all over.

"Boss, let’s go get those glasses," Hu Yan said with a tremble in her voice.

Inside, she actually hoped Cheng Zhu would continue.

But she really couldn’t utter the kind of words they exchanged online.

Like inviting Cheng Zhu to Shanghai for a "fill-in-the-blank" visit.

She dared to play all those erotic literary games online with Cheng Zhu, but in reality, she was really timid.

So, at this moment, she really couldn’t respond, couldn’t say it outright, could only implore bitterly.

Of course, inside she felt very differently.

After their last sessions with "Illustrator" and "Fox Hunting Chronicles," she was no longer satisfied with just playing with the toys in her drawer at home.

She wanted to be the toy herself.

Hu Yan dared not turn back to look at Cheng Zhu now, she just stared forward, looking at the mirror close to her cheeks, then she surprisingly noticed that the mirror had fogged up.

The fog came from her slightly hurried breathing.

Cheng Zhu, watching her and listening to her words, found it increasingly amusing.

Get glasses?

Fuck getting glasses!

Her mouth never spoke the truth, so, Cheng Zhu decided to ask the one that would.

His left hand reached forward, wrapping around Hu Yan’s waist, then touched the metallic feel of the jeans’ button.

Buttons are easy to undo.

But due to a big, plump butt, they’re not that easy to pull down, as they get stuck.

Fortunately, the jeans were stretchy. So were the buttocks.

Cheng Zhu pulled hard downward, dragging the white garment inside down with it, but only to the thigh area.

The most interesting part was the visual impact that was remarkably intense.

Because it was stuck so tight, and her big, plump butt was so full, that when it "burst forth," it created that "duang—" kind of scene!

It felt like popping out!

Such visual impact, even the well-versed Cheng Zhu was astonished inwardly.

Hu Yan’s exceptional talents fascinated him.

Besides, another of Hu Yan’s natural gifts was also perfectly displayed.

Don’t forget, this fox is a bit of a sham.

Therefore, when Cheng Zhu looked down, he saw... a scene with strands.

Hu Yan’s mouth had no truth in it.

But the other mouth was full of silent truths.

Cheng Zhu covered it with his big hand, muffling her mouth.

Daddy A, while fingering the humble B, watched every expression she made in the mirror.

"Squeak—" Hu Yan’s slippers moved against the bathroom tiles.

Gradually forming a pigeon-toed stance.

Her hands couldn’t support herself on the counter anymore, and her whole body bent down, supported by her elbows.

Cheng Zhu couldn’t see her expression in the mirror anymore because she had bowed her head.

But it didn’t matter. He was experienced, and while fingering B, he knew—how to adjust by listening.

Daddy A could adjust his positioning based on the sounds emitted by the humble B.

This naughty fox seemed to be playing a childish finger-trapping game.

But Cheng Zhu soon ended the fingering session.

Of course, as it ended, he slightly lowered his eyelids, appreciating the view from above his fingertips.

The bastard then said, "Shall we go, get the glasses?"

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Without a doubt, the Hu Yan in WeChat chats and the Hu Yan in real life were two-faced.

But Cheng Zhu was bad through and through.

How could they even go get glasses now?

He glanced at Hu Yan, left her in the bathroom, and went alone to the bedside table to find his "tools" for the crime.

A good villain, when entering a room, learns to wear rubber gloves to avoid leaving traces and thus avoid deadly consequences.

From his understanding of Hu Yan, even if he circled outside, she’d still be there, not moving at all, prone.

Everything was as he expected, exactly so.

Fully equipped, Cheng Zhu didn’t plan to pull Hu Yan’s jeans all the way down.

He felt it was just fine this way, felt pretty good.

Being a polite villain, he’d gently knock before entering.

"pia—pia—"

Clearly, the homeowner was very cautious.

He turned a deaf ear, not at all soft-hearted.

On the contrary, not only was he not soft-hearted, but he began to manipulate further.

Repeated manipulation.

In the mirror, Cheng Zhu’s every crime was reflected.

He occasionally pulled her whole body up, then bent her head forcefully backwards, kissing her intermittently.

This villain was just too bad, causing the homeowner’s sobs to echo continuously.

"Mmm—."

"Whimper—."

Her cheeks were blazing red, as were her ears; her body was as hot as if feverish.

When a villain wreaked havoc inside, this homeowner would sometimes get frightened due to her timidity, shivering all over, curling up tightly in fear!

And every time she shivered in fright, this utterly unforgivable evildoer would become even more outrageous.

He wouldn’t stop his actions.

He was colluding with the villain inside the house.

Following some more collusion, came a familiar scene.

Hu Yan.

Babbling nonsense!

Even then, her mouth had not a single truth.

She began loudly shouting "No!" in Chinese.

Of course, that mouth that only spoke the truth was demonstrating its stance.

It was swallowing bite by bite.

These contrasts reminded Cheng Zhu of an idiom.

The former was onomatopoeic, the latter was a state.

Closing in step by step.

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