Faced with Fang Jiayun’s impatient urging, Sun Zhe acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing.

What he wanted was the feeling, the atmosphere, the raw experience—not some quick fuck like slipping down a back alley after paying upfront.

If that was all, he’d rather just sit at home, watch some porn, and jerk off. That’d be way more interesting.

Staring into her contempt-filled eyes, Sun Zhe felt a furnace blazing in his chest. He spat, "What the fuck are you so fucking anxious about? Want to get fucked so bad? In a bit I’ll fuck you till you’re crying your fucking eyes out!"

Hearing the crude filth spewing from his mouth, Fang Jiayun’s chest heaved in rage, her delicate fists instinctively clenched, and she resolutely turned her face away, ignoring Sun Zhe completely.

Sun Zhe didn’t bother with words anymore—he just started moving.

Fang Jiayun lay quiet on the big bed, like a gift wrapped with care, being peeled open layer by layer by Sun Zhe.

After a short while.

When he finished with the top and reached for her skirt waistband, she suddenly pressed his hand down, stopping him.

Sun Zhe glanced up at her, an obvious question in his eyes.

Her eyes were tangled, lips pressed tight, about to speak but hesitating, all indecisive.

Sun Zhe, smirking, said, "If you don’t want to, then forget it. No shame in backing out now. People say even immortals can’t fuck a woman who won’t roll in bed—if you’re not willing, nothing I can do."

Fang Jiayun sighed quietly, staring into Sun Zhe’s eyes, asking, "If I give myself to you, you’ll really never touch my mom again?"

Sun Zhe shrugged. "I won’t touch her. But if she tries to mess with me herself, what can I do? Meat delivered to my mouth—only a fool wouldn’t eat it."

At that, Fang Jiayun snorted, mocking him. "You’re fucking dreaming. Who do you think you are? She’d never chase after you. She’d rather chop you up!"

Sun Zhe grinned, eyes locked on her hand. "Take your hand away."

She rolled her eyes at him, moved her hand aside.

Then.

Sun Zhe expertly undid the delicate buttons at her skirt’s waistband, not at all clumsy.

Because Ye Qiao had lots of skirts like this and wore them for him all the time, he was used to undressing them.

He set the pleated mini-skirt aside, and what he saw immediately fired up his eyes—a shock—Fang Jiayun was wearing a layer of sheer, nude pantyhose under her skirt.

The pantyhose was so skimpy, so transparent, you wouldn’t even notice it unless you got up close.

Sun Zhe felt flames erupt in his belly as he stared at the thin lace panties under the translucent silk, swallowing hard, secretly.

"Should I start?"

"Mm... Just get on with it."

Fang Jiayun, visibly impatient, turned her face away, biting the knuckle of her right index finger. "Just do it. Don’t waste time."

With his fire raging, Sun Zhe decided to deliver what she wanted. He forcefully spread open her silky legs, shifted forward, kneeling between them, then grabbed her ankles, resting her legs over his shoulders. With one rough hand, he ripped the delicate pantyhose apart, then shoved the lace aside, exposing a patch of thick, black hair.

The whole process was smooth, fluid, unstoppable.

The wild, curled pubic hair made her look even more untamed—so much more tempting.

He casually parted her mound and saw the spring beneath, already oozing cloudy nectar.

With the beautiful view right in front of him, Sun Zhe felt his Yang Qi about to explode, so he began slicking her up.

"Mmm..."

Shortly.

As Sun Zhe’s monstrous cock forced its way in, her pink butterfly-folds spread to the sides, and Fang Jiayun clenched her delicate brows, groaning from the pain.

Sun Zhe watched her expression change, heart stone cold, moving his hips slow and steady.

When the full head was finally jammed inside, Fang Jiayun’s beautiful eyes went wide, her body twisting and fighting, pressing her hands against his stomach and shoving him desperately.

The tearing, swelling pain made her regret ever deciding to do this.

But Sun Zhe didn’t give a shit—no mercy, no tenderness—he shoved in hard!

In that instant, Sun Zhe clearly felt he’d ruthlessly pierced a thin barrier inside her, torn right through it.

"AH——!"

Time froze in that moment.

Fang Jiayun’s tense body shook uncontrollably, her swan-white neck slick with sweat stretched out, eyes rolled up, mouth gaping wide as she unleashed a soul-wrenching scream.

Sun Zhe gritted his teeth, eyes fierce, not giving her a second to recover. He stared at the slight bulge on her lower tummy, slowly pulled back.

Every inch his cock withdrew, the scraping sent electric pulses through Fang Jiayun’s body, making her shake harder, her head thrashing wildly, feeling like she could barely breathe.

"Mmm... Stop. Stop! Please, stop!"

"It hurts!"

Sun Zhe looked at the pure, pleading beauty sobbing underneath him. "Wasn’t it you who begged me to hurry up?"

At that, Fang Jiayun bit her lip hard, fell silent, cheeks soaked in tears, her pretty face full of humiliation. One delicate hand twisted the bedsheet beneath her, the other dug into Sun Zhe’s arm, sharp nails nearly breaking the skin.

Sun Zhe let her claw him, both big hands locking her waist and hips, launching into wild, brutal thrusts!

"Aah, ah, ah... hurts so much! Please, just stop for a bit!"

"I really can’t take it!"

"..."

Seeing Fang Jiayun reduced to crying and sobbing, Sun Zhe felt a bit annoyed—killed his mood—so while pounding her, he quietly sent Pure Yang True Qi into her to ease the pain.

The effect was instant.

Fang Jiayun abruptly stopped crying, emotions settling, a rush of new pleasure blossoming deep in her body, her whole being floating like it was in the clouds.

"Mm-hmm..."

"Mmm-mmm-mmm..."

Just a couple minutes of furious thrusting, and ecstatic sensation burst deep inside her, burning bright, scorching her reason.

Who knows how long passed.

Suddenly, she felt something inside ready to burst out. Before she could react, waves of numbness swept her whole body, her hips and waist convulsing, shuddering uncontrollably.

...

A wet "pop" sounded.

Sun Zhe pulled out, looked at Fang Jiayun sprawled on the bed, panting fragrant breaths, got off to grab tissues and wiped himself down.

Fang Jiayun slowly opened her pretty eyes, looking at Sun Zhe with a complicated gaze, her mind still consumed by the indescribable feeling from just then.

"You should go now."

Mid-wipe, Sun Zhe froze, whipped his head toward her. "You were the one moaning nonstop, enjoying yourself. I haven’t even gotten mine yet."

"You..."

Fang Jiayun’s cheeks turned crimson, furious enough to want to hit him.

But hearing Sun Zhe’s words, she realized he meant to keep going. For some reason, a strange anticipation sparked in her chest.

That incredible feeling was truly addictive.

Now she finally got why, when her girlfriends gathered together, they were always gossiping about men and sex.

While she was lost in thought, Sun Zhe tossed away the tissue, glanced at the obvious smear of red staining the white bedsheet, and said, "Ready or not? I’m going again."

"..."