Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 264 - 267: Come on, Let You Feel Enough

Chapter 264: Chapter 267: Come on, Let You Feel Enough

Chapter 267 Come, Let You Touch to Your Heart’s Content

"Ah!"

Suddenly witnessing the scene, Nangong Bing was terrified and covered her chest, retreating backwards, her beautiful eyes wide with a look of having survived a great calamity, trembling in fear.

"Bastard! When did you come out!"

Nangong Bing was indeed startled by Lin Zifeng, who had appeared so unexpectedly, that it left Nangong Bing shuddering uncontrollably with her thoughts disrupted.

Just now she was wondering why the door to her home felt so warm, only to find out after touching and listening for so long that it had been this bastard’s chest, making it impossible for Nangong Bing to stay calm any longer.

"I was about to ask when you came in. I was just about to leave when you pressed your ear against the door. What, did you want to eavesdrop on my little secrets, or did you want to sneak a peek at my X?" Lin Zifeng, with a towel slung over his shoulders, looked at her with a peculiar smile.

"Who, who wants to see your secrets? I—I was just checking to see if you were asleep. You mustn’t misunderstand," Nangong Bing said, her face reddening, finally embarrassed to the point of feeling hot.

She had intended to eavesdrop on what Lin Zifeng was doing in the room, but was caught red-handed by Lin Zifeng, forcing her to start making excuses.

"Oh?! It seems the boss has become quite concerned, even keeping tabs on me when I’m sleeping. Tell me, how many times have you spied on me? Did you peek when I was showering?" Lin Zifeng propped his strong right arm against the doorframe, wickedly smiling at the thoroughly embarrassed Nangong Bing, who was blushing from head to toe.

"Who, who has been spying on you? You need to be responsible for what you say. How could I, Nangong Bing, ever spy on you showering? Don’t project your dirty thoughts onto me, alright? Am I really as depraved as you imagine?"

Feeling belittled by Lin Zifeng, Nangong Bing, like a wolf that had been stepped on the tail, suddenly shot up and started arguing with Lin Zifeng, her pretty face flushed. She had never done something as embarrassing as she had today, nor had she been caught eavesdropping. How could Nangong Bing, who always carried herself with the poise of a queen, accept that?

"Oh my, since when did the boss start making such unfounded accusations? It was clearly you spying on me, and I caught you red-handed. Why can’t you just admit it? Besides, even if you admitted it, it’s not like I’m going to eat you. If you really have such a peculiar preference, you could just tell me straight away. What’s our relationship, anyway? If you asked, wouldn’t I let you watch? And even if you didn’t ask, once the time is right, it’s inevitable, isn’t it?" Lin Zifeng said earnestly, not at all concerned about the thoughts his words might provoke in Nangong Bing, chatting away nonstop like Tang Sanzang from the movie "A Chinese Odyssey."

At that moment, Nangong Bing, with a guilty conscience propped against the corner of the wall, her face changing colors dramatically. Watching Lin Zifeng’s relentless chatter, her face turned from pale to green and then to crimson. Finally, she couldn’t restrain herself and wanted to teach him a lesson, but just as she was about to do so, Lin Zifeng tilted his head towards her and said with a peculiar smile, "Boss, if you really have that kind of peculiar fetish, then today I’ll just sacrifice myself for you, alright? Go on, touch all you want! Judging from how you looked just now, you didn’t get enough, did you? Come on, don’t be shy, keep going until you’re satisfied."

This guy closed his eyes and walked towards the corner where Nangong Bing was, frightenig her so much that she immediately panicked.

"Surname Lin, what are you trying to do? I’m telling you, don’t you dare mess around, okay?" Nangong Bing exclaimed, like a scared little cat, her fur standing on end.

Seeing Lin Zifeng bare-bodied and gradually approaching, Nangong Bing completely fell into a panic.

Especially when this guy, clad only in a simple pair of tight men’s boxers, started sidling up to her, Nangong Bing immediately felt a wave of embarrassment and wanted nothing more than to back away further, but she was already backed into a corner, with no room left to retreat.

At this, Nangong Bing grew even more nervous.

Especially since her rough, anxious breathing, under such circumstances, made her untouchable Holy Maiden Peak stand erect.

Yet even in such a situation, Nangong Bing tried to cover her face to avoid looking at him but couldn’t overcome the X within her heart. Peeking through the gaps between her fingers, she could clearly sense that not an inch of Lin Zifeng’s body harbored any excess fat!

His silhouette, as distinct as iron and Blood Gold, resembled Bruce Lee in the movies, with sharply defined muscles. Though he was a bit despicable, one couldn’t deny that this insufferable jerk had an impressive physique, especially the distinct and not overstated contour of his muscles, which left her with endless imagination.

Women are actually just like men in that regard.

When men are young, they really like the girls who are pretty and seem a bit innocent. They don’t have too high expectations regarding the body and silhouette; as long as it’s decent, it’s fine.

Women are the same when they’re young, accepting any guy they like as long as his looks are passable and his body isn’t exaggerated.

But with age and experience comes a change in taste, and women, just like men, start preferring men with particularly good bodies. Lin Zifeng’s type of body, neither freakishly muscle-bound like those gym rats nor powerless pretty boys, was a particular favorite among mature women. If he were in a nightclub, a place for men and women to seek pleasure, a body like Lin Zifeng’s would be incredibly popular.

Seeing that the joke had run its course, Lin Zifeng knew when to stop. If he kept it up, he really wondered if a desperate Nangong Bing might eventually lose all restraint.

Thus, he took the towel that was draped over his shoulders and wrapped it around the part of his brother that seemed ready to spring into action at any moment.

"What’s scaring you, boss? Didn’t you really want to touch it? Now that I’m offering, why are you too scared to go through with it? Don’t tell me, boss, you want to play coy?"

Tsk tsk, this woman is truly terrifying, so wickedly evil, deliberately sneaking up to my door to peep, then when I opened the door, she intentionally pressed her head against my chest to touch and grope, all part of her scheme? She deliberately set this trap for me, forcing me to do those unforgivable things worse than animals punished by thunder from the heavens; sigh, why is she so evil?

If you really wanted something to happen between us but didn’t want to be explicit about it, you could’ve just been direct.

These kinds of ambiguous little tricks do make one desperately lonely...