I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!
Chapter 71: My Victory Day**

Chapter 71: My Victory Day**

Zhao Yiming kept bouncing Lihua’s body with relentless rhythm, his hands gripping her thighs tight as her weight shifted entirely onto him.

Her head lolled against his shoulder, lips parted, eyes unfocused—drool slipping from the corner of her mouth like she was on the edge of delirium.

Her breath was shallow and broken, chest heaving. Every thrust jolted her entire body, making her breasts sway against his chest, her legs trembling as they clung to his hips.

’This young man’s stamina... it’s something else...’ she thought, dazed, barely able to hold on anymore.

She took everything he gave her like a good girl, like her body existed just to please him now.

Her shaky hand lifted to cup his cheek, fingers brushing over the sweat glistening on his jaw. She tilted her head up, their eyes locking—his still sharp and intense, electric blue with heat and hunger.

She kissed him—desperately, hungrily—tongue sliding between his lips like she was trying to swallow his soul.

Zhao Yiming slowed his thrusts, focusing instead on that deep, devouring kiss.

Their mouths moved like they’d been starved for each other for years, tongues tangled and breath shared as he shifted her weight in his arms and stepped toward the bed.

Her body clung to him, legs wrapped tight, breasts pressed against his chest as he carried her like a victorious beast.

He laid her back onto the thick mattress, and Lihua moaned softly as her back touched the cool sheets.

"Oh?" he smirked, wiping a smear of her lipstick from his chin. "You can’t handle my stamina anymore?"

She grinned up at him, "What a shame... I’m not as young as you anymore," she whispered with a sultry smile—then gave his ass a playful slap.

"But keep going until you cum, darling. I know you’re close. You’ve been twitching inside me for the last five minutes."

He chuckled darkly, because she was right. He was close. But he still had a little time to play.

Zhao Yiming leaned over her, his cock still deep inside, and kissed down her neck slowly, trailing heat from her ear to her collarbone.

His hand slid up to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple—and the way she gasped, thighs jerking—he knew he found something special.

"Ohhh!!!" she grabbed his hair.

"Sensitive here, aren’t you..." he murmured.

She whimpered, nodding as he pinched and rolled her nipple between his fingers, her pussy clenching hard around him in response.

"AHHHH!" her face turned red, embarrassed of that fact, "Mr. Zhao, please handle with care."

He laughed, ’Mr. Zhao’ words now really turn him on.

Zhao Yiming started moving again—deep, slow strokes, his hips grinding into her with perfect angle—while his mouth latched onto her nipple, tongue flicking and sucking until she was squirming beneath him.

"Ngghhh~ Your tongue felt amazing~ AHHH!" Her moans grew louder, desperate, until her head tossed side to side, and her nails raked down his back.

Her legs locked tighter around his waist, her heels digging into his spine.

"I’M GONNA—AHHH—MR. ZHAO, I’M CUMMING!"

He didn’t stop. He grunted, thrusting harder now, chasing his own release as her pussy spasmed violently around him, milking him with each wave of her orgasm.

"Fuck, Lihua, your pussy want me dry!" he hissed, enjoyed every second of it.

Her entire body arched, her moans turning into cries of pure ecstasy as she convulsed beneath him.

Zhao Yiming groaned, eyes fluttering shut as her tight, wet heat finally pushed him over the edge.

"Shit! I’m gonna cum now!"

His cock throbbed, balls tightening as he released deep inside the condom, spilling everything he had while panting over her neck.

Their bodies trembled together, locked in the aftershock of climax. His hips slowed, until he finally collapsed beside her, both of them sweaty, messy, and completely spent.

Lihua turned her face toward him with a fucked-out smile, brushing her fingers down his chest. "You’re dangerous, Mr. Zhao..."

He laughed, out of breath, lips brushing her forehead.

"And you... are addictive, Lihua."

As Lihua finally drifted off to sleep, her breathing soft and steady, a sudden ding jolted Zhao Yiming back to awareness.

A translucent screen popped up in front of his eyes:

[Ding!]

[You have successfully completed three quests!]

[Rewards can now be claimed:]

[$85,0000 | 50,000 AP | +45 Ruan Lihua lust (15% bonus from ’Pussy Wrecker’ perk | +35 Ruan Lihua affection!]

[+500 AP from God’s Favorite Porn Star perk]

[No new perks available right now! However, you’ve gained 3 Perk Points to level up your existing perks! Each perk only requires 1 point to upgrade.]

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[BONUS REWARD from the God of Richness & Love for your... exceptional performance (so mind-blowing we forgot to give you another quest)]

[$50,000 | 75,000 AP]

[New Item Acquired!]

[Monster Condom: Special Edition!]

(This high-performance condom comes with textured lumps designed to make any woman lose her mind!)

[God of Richness & Love left you a comment!]

["HOLY NUTSACK—YOU MILKED HER DRY AND STILL KEPT GOING?! MY DISCIPLE IS BUILT DIFFERENT!!"]

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Zhao Yiming smirked, full of smug victory.

Today, he beat the shit out of the two thugs who shoved Madam He and mocked her. He got a full confession.

And now? He’d turned Ruan Lihua—a cold, composed businesswoman—into a drooling, trembling mess in bed.

"Hell yeah. Today’s my victory day."

But then it hit him. Like cold water to the face.

Luo Yanyu.

"Fuck!"

He shot upright, scrambled for his pants, and checked his phone—multiple missed calls from Luo Yanyu stared back at him like a death sentence. And just as he held it in his hand, the screen lit up again.

Incoming call.

He hesitated—then picked it up.

"Zhao! Where the hell are you?! I’ve been home for three hours waiting like a dumbass!"

Her voice was sharp, annoyed—and worse, disappointed.

"I—I’m really sorry, Yanyu! I meant to call, but I ran into the guy who pushed Madam He! Got a full confession out of him!"

"WHAT?! YOU GOTTA SHOW ME!" she shouted, the anger quickly flipping to excitement. "Why didn’t you tell me?! I could’ve helped you beat the hell out of him!"

"You don’t need to worry," he grinned, trying to play it cool. "I already handled it. Smashed his face in, got everything on record."

"Fine, then let’s take it to the police tomorrow," she muttered. "But still... how the hell did it take that long to get a confession?"

Zhao Yiming froze for a beat.

"Ah... you know how they are," he said with an awkward chuckle. "Evil bastards. Needed a lot of... convincing."

She went quiet on the other end. Then came a long sigh.

"Whatever. Just don’t make me wait next time, asshole."

The call ended.

Zhao slumped down with a relieved exhale, letting the phone drop beside him.

"At least she didn’t catch me lying..."

He turned his gaze toward the window. The sky had turned dark already—stars beginning to peek through the city haze.

"Damn... Did I really fuck for that long?"

With a tired grunt, he lay back on the bed again, glancing toward the sleeping Lihua beside him.

One hand behind his head, a lazy grin on his lips.

"Not a bad day... not bad at all."

He laughed sin