Playboy in the City-Chapter 80: The Husband’s Prior Offense

Hearing the sound of the door opening outside, Chen Yang’s heart jolted. He panicked and immediately stopped thrusting into Li Yan’s convulsing body.

Although he wasn’t afraid of Li Yan’s husband in a fight, being caught in the act with another man’s wife wasn’t a situation he wanted to handle.

"Ah... don’t stop... Keep going... Hurry..."

Li Yan, her face flushed and brimming with lust, didn’t care at all. The sensation she had just felt was unprecedentedly intense, utterly wonderful. Chen Yang’s sudden stop had shattered her bliss, leaving her suspended in an agony of unfulfillment. She craved more, her body convulsing as she writhed her hips, trying to reignite that sublime feeling.

Li Yan’s writhing, combined with the sound of the opening door, sent a jolt of illicit excitement through Chen Yang. He drew a sharp breath. "Sister Li, your husband’s back. Stop messing around."

At that moment, Chen Yang had already used his spiritual sense to see who was coming in. It was the same man from the wedding photos. He retracted his spiritual sense and prepared to pull out of her.

"Don’t mind him... Hurry... Xiao Yang... Fuck me... Keep fucking me..."

Frustrated, Li Yan grabbed her ample, snowy breasts, kneading them hard. She locked her silk-stockinged legs tightly around Chen Yang’s hips, preventing him from pulling away, desperate for the solace of his continued ravaging.

BANG.

Just then, the sound of something heavy hitting the floor drifted into the bedroom.

"Xiao Yang... ignore that drunkard... Keep moving..."

Li Yan had long known what was happening, so she was fearless, continuing her wanton indulgence.

"Drunk?"

Hearing the noise, Chen Yang extended his spiritual sense again. Sure enough, a man reeking of alcohol lay passed out by the half-open door.

"Hah." A different kind of thrill, unlike any he’d felt before, surged through Chen Yang. "Sister Li, now I’m really fucking you right in front of your husband."

"You little rogue, less talk, more action," Li Yan said, twisting her waist like a serpent. "If you really dare, you can carry me out there. Let me lean over beside him while you do me. Go on... hurry..."

"You’re the one who said it."

Provoked by Li Yan’s words, Chen Yang didn’t pull out. Instead, he lifted her straight off the bed. Li Yan wasn’t afraid of a drunkard, so why should he be? If Li Yan wanted a thrill, he’d give her one. It might be even more exciting this way.

The sudden change of position made Li Yan cry out, "Oof... ah... so deep..." Clinging to Chen Yang’s neck, she arched her head back in satisfaction, her hair cascading down.

"Let’s go, Sister Li."

Chen Yang took a deep breath, suppressing his own rising excitement. He began to pump into her, supporting her beautiful hips as he walked out of the bedroom.

"Mmm... ah... Do it... In front of my husband... Do me..."

At this moment, Li Yan felt an unprecedented thrill. Before, when she’d suggested doing it in front of her husband, she had only been fantasizing. She never actually dared to do it. Who would have thought that in just one day, it would actually happen.

Reaching the entryway, Chen Yang kicked the half-open door shut. He looked down at the man slumped against the shoe cabinet—the same man from the wedding photo, passed out and reeking of alcohol. Then, he began to pound furiously into the Li Yan he held in his arms.

"Mmph!" His power and abandon, enhanced by their position, made Li Yan’s eyes roll back in her head.

"Sister Li, hold onto the shoe cabinet. Stand beside him and look at him."

Then, Chen Yang set Li Yan down. He felt that holding her was awkward; he couldn’t pick up the pace. A rear-entry position would be easier to control.

"Mmm."

Her eyes misty with arousal, Li Yan obeyed Chen Yang’s command like a pliant doll. Once on her feet, she braced her hands on the shoe cabinet. She looked down at her husband sleeping in a drunken stupor and cursed with disdain, "You useless waste. Look at how Xiao Yang brings me pleasure! He’s a real man. He’s made me a real woman..."

Hearing Li Yan’s words, Chen Yang’s breathing grew heavy. He pressed down on her soft, slender waist, gripped her reddened hips, and thrust deep into her gushing wetness. In an instant, the living room was once again filled with the rise and fall of lustful moans.

Being ravaged by Chen Yang in front of her husband, Li Yan quickly reached an unprecedented climax. Her body, already flushed crimson, trembled violently, and her silk-clad legs suddenly went weak. "No... I... I’m going to pee... Ugh..."

SQUELCH. SQUELCH.

Chen Yang quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her from collapsing. The mingling fluids made the slapping sounds all the more obscene.

"Aaaah!"

SPLASH...

With a final, high-pitched cry, Li Yan’s head dropped powerlessly, her voice cutting off abruptly. Only her convulsing body and the liquid splattering across her husband’s face and clothes showed she was still alive.

"Sister Li, you’re so tight and hot inside, like a little mouth sucking on me."

At this moment, stimulated by the intense, constricting heat inside her, the massive influx of Yin Yuan, and the sheer thrill of cuckolding her husband right before his eyes, Chen Yang could no longer hold back. Pressing close against her hips, he unleashed a scalding torrent deep inside her.

"Mmm... so hot..."

With that, Li Yan was utterly satisfied.

More than an hour later, this extraordinary, intense battle finally came to an end. Even Li Yan herself couldn’t keep track of how many times she had climaxed. It felt as if her soul was still drifting, and her body was utterly spent, without a shred of strength left.

WHOOSH.

Having absorbed the transferred Yin Yuan, Chen Yang felt Li Yan’s inner muscles stop contracting. Only then did he withdraw. With his hands no longer supporting her, Li Yan’s flushed body went limp and collapsed onto the floor. A thick, viscous fluid gushed from her pink, still-gaping entrance. Panting, she lay half-sprawled over her drunken husband. Her legs, still clad in soaked black stockings, were spread apart. The large puddle on the floor between them only highlighted the scorching, seductive scene.

"Sister Li, how are you? Need me to help you clean up?"

Chen Yang felt the Yin Yuan distending his Dantian. He was eager to find a place to refine this abundant energy and increase his strength, but he still cared enough to ask after her.

"Hah... no... no need... I’ll clean up myself in a bit... You should head back..."

Li Yan smiled contentedly, her gaze as soft as water and full of adoration as she looked at Chen Yang. "Sister really does love you to death."

After saying goodbye to Li Yan, Chen Yang took a taxi back to the hospital. He had just sat down in Ma Xiaorong’s office, intending to refine the Yin Yuan and improve his strength, when a woman opened the door and walked in.

"Is the doctor here... Ah... why is it you...?"