Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 138 *In the Bureau* (4)

“What do you need now?” Leng Yan’s irritation was palpable as she noticed him intently studying her with a mischievous smirk.

Zhang Wei chuckled, his laughter carrying a sinister undertone. “You have successfully passed the trials. Now, it’s time for the main audition,” he declared, his lower body still bare.

“!?” Leng Yan’s mind swirled in confusion. ‘Main audition?’ Her bewilderment deepened as she struggled to comprehend what more he could possibly want from her.

However, Zhang Wei was a firm believer in actions speaking louder than words. Without warning, he ruthlessly tore open her shirt, unraveling her last shred of composure.

“W-What!” Panic surged through Leng Yan’s veins, but it was too late. The inevitable had unfolded, trapping her in a web of helplessness.

Outside the room, Liu Zhihao’s assistant, Fang Qingge, made her way down the abandoned hallway, her hesitant steps causing echoes to reverberate through the empty space.

Leng Yan’s cabin was rarely approached by anyone, including Fang Qingge, but as she drew closer, an inexplicable feeling of apprehension washed over her, freezing her in her tracks.

“N-No, wait!”

“I can undress by myself!”

“No, that won’t work. You need to cooperate!”

“B-But my uniform!”

“Get a new one! It clearly doesn’t fit you.” 𝑶𝑽𝐥xt.𝒸𝑂𝓶

“Ugh!”

“Huh?” Fang Qingge’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing the peculiar noises emanating from the deputy chief’s office. Shocked, she stood rooted to the spot, her curiosity piqued.

Fang Qingge was sent on Liu Zhihao’s orders to inquire about Leng Yan’s recent activity, that why she bought so many people inside the bureau.

However, right now Fang Qingge’s expression transformed into a mixture of confusion and astonishment.

With mounting intrigue, she pressed her ear against the door, desperate to catch every whispered secret within.

As her ears strained to pick up the sounds from inside, a sudden rush of heat flooded her cheeks, setting them ablaze with embarrassment.

‘No way! Are they actually doing it in there?!’ she thought in utter disbelief, her mind grappling to reconcile the scandalous reality with her preconceived image of Leng Yan.

In the end, a wave of conflicting emotions swept over Fang Qingge, leaving her feeling both fascinated and unsettled.

She finally relented and created some distance from the door, yet her ears remained tinged with scarlet, a lingering reminder of the surreal scene she had stumbled upon.

She noticed Kai Chen, the jailer, approaching the area and raised her eyebrows in surprise. His figure loomed in the distance, steadily making his way towards them.

Kai Chen had come to seek Leng Yan’s advice regarding Tang Shen and the others. It was clear that the situation couldn’t be prolonged much longer – they couldn’t remain locked up indefinitely.

However, before Kai Chen could reach Leng Yan, Fang Qingge swiftly stepped in, intercepting his path. With a determined expression on her face, she firmly informed him that Leng Yan was preoccupied, effectively shooing him away.

The gravity of the situation became apparent to Fang Qingge. If the scandal were to leak, it would decimate the Bureau’s reputation.

And not only that, it would also obliterate Liu Zhihao’s standing in society.

Her heart skipped a beat as she realized the stakes involved, especially because she harbored a small crush on him.

Liu Zhihao, a true gentleman who always showed unwavering care towards women. His status as a member of the respected Liu family, ranked among the city’s first rate families, only enhanced his allure.

To Fang Qingge, he was not only the epitome of perfection but also someone she held in high regard.

Feeling a wave of relief wash over her, Fang Qingge made the decision to stay outside, keeping a watchful eye until the activity inside the room had concluded.

Her purpose was clear: to fend off any potential stragglers who may approach and unknowingly bring chaos to their delicate situation.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Leng Yan glared at Zhang Wei with a fiery, seething anger, her eyes burning with rage. His forceful actions ripped open her trousers and panties, leaving her stunned.

To be brutally honest, it wasn’t just a glare; tears streamed down Leng Yan’s face, her cries echoing through the room.

A mix of pain, humiliation, and frustration contorted her features, making it clear just how deeply she was affected.

Zhang Wei couldn’t help but be taken aback by such an intense and visceral reaction. It both surprised and intrigued him, a twisted amusement forming in the corners of his lips.

“Don’t tell me your tears are because I tore your uniform,” he taunted, his voice laced with a cruel edge.

Through clenched teeth, Leng Yan responded, her words barely audible amidst her sobs and gritted teeth. “I hate you!” she muttered, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

Zhang Wei fell into an uneasy silence, realizing in that moment the gravity of his actions and how he had grossly underestimated the significance of her job and position.

Despite this, he positioned his erect member against her tight butthole, as she sat astride his legs. The sight caused Leng Yan to furrow her brow in alarm and stand up hastily.

!!

Zhang Wei, sensing her unease, reached out and gently guided her back down, causing her to impale herself on his throbbing shaft, which aimed directly at her eager back entrance.

“Ngghhh!”

Leng Yan’s body convulsed as she felt the immense size of him thrusting into her, her rectum clenching tightly around his pulsating length.

As a seasoned cultivator, Zhang Wei barely took notice of the tiny droplets of blood. He began pounding into her relentlessly, lifting himself ever so slightly from his chair, intensifying their primal connection.

“Ugh!”

Leng Yan winced in pain, the sharp sensation shooting through her, while Zhang Wei savored a newfound, electrifying pleasure as the warm waves enveloped his pulsating manhood.

With a gasp, Zhang Wei instinctively thrust himself, riding the pleasure until Leng Yan regained her composure.

Now, it was her turn to take control as she straddled him, her legs seductively draped over the edge of the chair.

With a sensual sway of her hips, she began to move in sync with his rhythm, intensifying their connection.

“Pakh!”

“Pakh!”

“Pakh!”

The room reverberated with their harmonious symphony of pleasure, Zhang Wei releasing satisfied moans while Leng Yan’s initial painful groans transformed into a mixture of pleasure and sweet agony, her breathless moans echoing through the air.

“Mnggghh~”

“Nghhh~”

This time, Leng Yan’s moans reverberated through the room, their volume increasing with each passing moment.

Zhang Wei couldn’t help but feel a tinge of worry, but ultimately, he brushed it off. After all, it was Leng Yan’s mess to clean up.

So for the next hour, he continued to revel in the pleasure of her body, exploring every intimate corner.

Finally, as he stood up, dressing himself, he left behind a thoroughly exhausted Leng Yan who laid there, covered in sweat, her mind vacant as she stared at the ceiling above.

With a sense of purpose, she opened the small almirah tucked away in the corner of the room, retrieving a fresh outfit waiting patiently for her.

Although she rarely used this secret hiding place, it always held an extra set of clothes. However, today presented a small inconvenience.

Lacking any new panties, she had no choice but to go without them, the previous pair having been utterly ruined by Zhang Wei.

Outside the room, Zhang Wei’s eyes locked with Fang Qingge’s, causing her expression to twist in a mixture of curiosity and disdain.

In response, he winked at her, regret immediately clouding Fang Qingge’s face for making such eye contact.

“Shameless!”

“He must have corrupted the deputy chief!”

She muttered to herself, frustration evident as she clenched her teeth tight.