Chapter 745 - 718: I’m the One Possessing You

"Thud, thud, thud, thud..."

The muffled sound of collisions echoed gently like sobbing whimpers, resonating in the dimly lit and vacant screening room.

In Sun Zhe’s eyes, a layer of extreme madness had seemingly solidified, resembling a beast that had lost its senses.

The invisible flames ignited by the Yang Qi had scorched his body and mind, leaving him unable to think, only driven by instinctual release.

The intense pressure left Leng Yuening feeling suffocated, her eyes slightly rolling back with tears, as if enduring pain.

Yet the feeling of being unable to resist, not treated gently, and being powerfully crushed and conquered stirred a trace of madness deep within her icy heart, an unusual thrill.

The sound of squelching mixed with whimpering hums lasted nearly seven or eight minutes until Sun Zhe let out a muffled strange roar and suddenly stopped moving, signaling the end of this stormy encounter.

Sun Zhe’s abdominal muscles tensed and twitched, teeth clenched, his large hands tightly gripping Leng Yuening’s hair, as if afraid she’d escape.

With something rolling down her throat, Leng Yuening’s body grew rigid, motionless, her wide eyes staring at the chiseled abs before her.

"How can there be so much?"

Her heart trembled violently, finding it incredible.

Though she had never experienced the real thing, she knew what an adult should know, yet the amount from Sun Zhe was indeed abnormal, far exceeding her theoretical knowledge, it was seemingly endless.

Swallowing just that would truly be a meal!

"Cough, cough, cough... Oh..."

After a good while, only when Sun Zhe released her hair did she retreat as if relieved, sitting weakly on the ground, coughing violently, occasionally dry heaving.

Sun Zhe’s internal flames gradually subsided, regaining his rationality, looking at Leng Yuening sitting disheveled on the ground, eyes full of guilt, "Sorry Yuening, I just couldn’t hold back..."

"It’s okay."

But unexpectedly, Leng Yuening interrupted him, lightly wiping the residue from the corner of her mouth, calmly saying, "So this is how it tastes."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe’s gaze shook slightly, focusing and realizing that her mouth was already empty.

"You swallowed it all?"

Leng Yuening slowly stood up, her long, beautiful legs enveloped in sharkskin pants gently lifting, sitting elegantly yet seductively on Sun Zhe’s lap, her hands resting on his shoulders, exhaling a slightly salty fragrance.

"Now it’s my turn."

Sun Zhe instantly understood her meaning, asking, "Right here?"

"Yes."

Without hesitation, Leng Yuening appeared cold in her gaze yet filled with aggression.

Sun Zhe glanced around, suddenly a bit worried.

Though Leng Yuening had booked the entire screening room, Sun Zhe had seen some news online before, claiming that all movements of couples in the screening room were clearly visible on backstage surveillance.

He wasn’t afraid of being seen, but Leng Yuening had a rather special status, being a notable woman executive in Kyoto. If a certain kind of film got recorded and uploaded online, the consequences would be dire.

"Aren’t you afraid of being recorded?"

Leng Yuening’s eyes steadily focused on his handsome face, the charm in her eyes growing, "They can only see my back."

Saying this, she leaned in, pressing against Sun Zhe’s chest, intentionally squeezing with those two plump mounds, "Don’t you want it?"

Feeling that peculiar soft pressure, the flames within Sun Zhe rekindled, grinning wickedly, "You’re playing with fire."

"Hmm... then I’ll put it out for you."

As that fearsome thing pressed against her softness, Leng Yuening felt as if a fire had ignited within her belly, longing to blend with Sun Zhe immediately.

Even with two layers of fabric between them, the fiery heat was still clear.

And she didn’t know why, but as soon as she got close to Sun Zhe, she’d lose her mind, casting everything away.

"Do you want to use your little toy to kill me?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe didn’t hesitate, sliding his body down then half lying in the seat, both big hands reached her slender waist, quickly finding the waistband of the shark pants sticking to her skin, and pulling them down.

Collaboratively, Leng Yuening lifted her peach-like hips, allowing Sun Zhe to pull her shark pants down to just above her knees.

Although it was somewhat inconvenient, in such an operational environment, it had to suffice.

She suddenly regretted wearing this outfit to meet Sun Zhe today.

Yet she hadn’t initially planned to have serious business today, but plans couldn’t keep up with changes, she couldn’t resist the temptation of the Pure Yang Holy Body.

Leng Yuening’s upper body almost lay on Sun Zhe’s chest, one slender hand pressing on Sun Zhe’s shoulder, the other reaching back to grasp that menace, gently sweeping the doorway with that egg-like shiny red tip, making a sizzling sound.

Sun Zhe, however, didn’t bother about the matter below, as the initiative was in Leng Yuening’s hand, he inhaled the rich, milky fragrance wafting to nose, eagerly lifting Leng Yuening’s tight wool sweater to pile up over those two rounded mounds, then leaned forward mouth-first.

"Mmh..."

Leng Yuening’s brows slightly knit, releasing a soft, muffled sigh, looking down at him with a resentful gaze, thinking how childlike he was.

But seeing Sun Zhe’s greedy and focused demeanor, a subtle sense of achievement emerged within her heart, no longer forcefully enduring the unbearable itch, instead willingly thrusting her chest forward, simultaneously releasing her grip on that menace, slowly lowering herself down.

"Mmhm..."

As the long-desired satisfaction grew more intense, Leng Yuening couldn’t help but arch her swan-like neck, once more recalling that night of madness.

Even Sun Zhe, caught in his greedy nibbling, paused slightly, savoring that smoothness and warmth, feeling his whole body turn to jelly, the restless Yang Qi inside finding an outlet, transforming into scorching heat that transferred to that menace, scorching Leng Yuening into a shivering mess.

"Ah, why’s it so hot?"

Leng Yuening felt as if her whole body was melting, one hand pressing against his shoulder, leaning back, her once cold eyes now misty with desire, a slender hand suddenly reached to her head, expertly untying her high ponytail.

As she removed the colorful hair band, a cascade of fragrant, soft hair spilled down like bursting fireworks, some strands draping over her delicate hips, others slipping into Sun Zhe’s collar...

Looking at the disheveled, domineering female executive before him, Sun Zhe’s eyes seemed to ignite, his recently regained sanity dissipating again, filled with an overpowering desire to possess the gorgeous woman before him.

He found Leng Yuening more irresistible in her disheveled state, her aura now infused with wild seduction.

"Honey."

"Hmm?"

Hearing this "Honey," Sun Zhe felt warmth envelop his heart.

Leng Yuening said, "Can you treat me like you did that night?"

Sun Zhe said, "Then you have to be on the bottom."

"No."

Sun Zhe puzzled, "Why not?"

Leng Yuening’s eyes seductive as silk stared at him, "I’m the one possessing you."

She couldn’t help but think of Leng Yueshuang, feeling a tinge of resentment inside.

From childhood till now, the family had given everything to Leng Yueshuang, while she was just a tool, subject to the family’s arrangements.

Gazing at the man before her, the madness deep in her heart grew stronger. Though unable to seize everything from Leng Yueshuang, she could now possess her man.

Sun Zhe naturally had no clue what she was thinking, a mischievous smile on his face, his hands moving up to cradle her slender waist, "Alright then, I’ll act against the status quo."

"..."