Chapter Seven: I ate it all up
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Li Mo placed his phone face-down on his thigh.
His breathing had completely gone haywire.
His heart was pounding in his chest like a drum.
When he closed his eyes, all he could see was the image of the open shirt.
He flipped the phone over and took another look at the photo.
His finger zoomed in slightly, as if of its own accord.
The texture of the skin was so clear he could see every pore.
The hand lifting the shirt had wine-red nail polish on its nails—the exact same color as the toenails in the replay he’d watched earlier.
He stared at it for five seconds.
Then he slammed the phone down on the coffee table and stood up.
He paced back and forth across the living room twice.
He could no longer suppress his physical reaction.
“Calm down… I have to calm down…”
He walked into the bathroom, turned on the cold water, and splashed it on his face a dozen times.
The water trickled down his chin and dripped onto the tile floor.
Leaning against the sink, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were red, his face was flushed, and his lips were chapped.
The person in the mirror looked nothing like the one he’d seen in the rented apartment.
“When is she coming back…”
He heard himself ask that question.
His voice was hoarse beyond recognition.
By the time Liu Ruyan returned, it was pitch black outside.
He was sitting on the living room sofa with the TV on, but he wasn’t taking in a single thing.
From the afternoon until now, he had done only one thing.
Wait.
The door lock clicked.
The sound of high heels tapping on the entryway floor—once, twice, three times.
Then it stopped.
Liu Ruyan stood in the entryway, taking off her shoes.
She was wearing the same white blouse and black skirt she’d had on that morning. Her hair was still in an updo, but a few stray strands had fallen out and were resting against her neck.
She must have been busy all day.
She looked up and saw Li Mo on the sofa. She smiled.
“Master, I’m back.”
Her voice was completely different from this morning’s.
This morning, it had been lazy and grouchy, like she’d just woken up.
Now it was soft, sweet, with a rising inflection at the end.
Li Mo’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
He watched Liu Ruyan walk over.
She took off her high heels, stepping barefoot onto the carpet. Her toes curled slightly, as if she’d stepped on something cold.
She walked to the front of the sofa but didn’t sit down.
Instead, she knelt down directly.
Her knees hit the carpet, her body leaning forward, her hands braced on either side of Li Mo’s thighs.
She tilted her head back to look at him.
That face.
Her makeup, worn all day, was a bit smudged; her lipstick had faded, but her eyeliner remained, the flick at the outer corners slightly upturned. Combined with the upward angle of her gaze, her eyes looked big and bright.
“Master, your little dog worked all day today. I’m so tired…”
Her hands slid up from Li Mo’s knees, slowly caressing his crotch through his pants.
“Can you give your little dog a little reward?”
Li Mo’s breath caught in his throat.
He looked down at Liu Ruyan, kneeling by his side.
She knelt between his legs, tilting her face upward, feigning a pitiful expression.
Her hand remained on his crotch.
Liu Ruyan sensed the change in him.
The thing beneath her palm was rapidly hardening.
The corners of her mouth curved upward as her fingers hooked onto the waistband of his pants.
“It seems Master has been missing his little puppy…”
She unzipped his fly.
Li Mo didn’t stop her.
He couldn’t stop her.
Liu Ruyan pulled his pants down a bit; the outline of his underwear was already stretched to the point of distortion.
She reached out and gripped it through the fabric.
Then she looked up at him, her eyes innocent to a fault.
“It’s so big…”
She pulled the edge of his underwear down, and the entire shaft sprang out, nearly hitting her face.
Liu Ruyan blinked, as if startled.
Then she stuck out her tongue. The tip was pink, glistening with moisture.
Starting from the base, she licked slowly upward, tracing the shaft.
Soft sounds escaped her mouth.
“Mmm… mmm…”
Just like a puppy.
Li Mo’s fingers dug deep into the leather of the sofa.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
He absolutely couldn’t take it anymore.
He grabbed Liu Ruyan’s arm, yanked her off the floor, and pinned her down onto the carpet behind him.
Liu Ruyan’s back slammed against the plush carpet, making a muffled thud.
Before she could react, Li Mo’s mouth had already descended upon hers.
The kiss crashed against her lips, heavy and urgent.
His tongue forced its way past her teeth and into her mouth.
Liu Ruyan froze for a second, then responded.
Her tongue wrapped around his, twisting together, and a muffled moan escaped her lips.
Her hands reached for Li Mo’s chest, her fingertips tugging at his collar and pulling it apart.
Two buttons popped open, landing silently on the carpet.
Her fingers slid inside, brushing against his pectoral muscles, then her nails lightly scraped across his n****e.
Li Mo shuddered.
It was like being zapped by electricity.
No one had ever touched him there before.
Liu Ruyan’s fingertips didn’t stop, tracing circles on that small patch of skin, her fingernails gently flicking it, stroke by stroke.
Li Mo felt like he was going mad.
His hands began to tear at Liu Ruyan’s clothes uncontrollably.
There were too many buttons on the white shirt; he didn’t have the patience to undo them one by one, so he grabbed the collar and tore it apart.
“Rip—”
The sound of fabric tearing.
Liu Ruyan’s body was exposed.
Black underwear, covering the very thing he’d seen in the chat log photos.
But the photos were nothing like the real thing.
His hand reached up. Through the lingerie, his fingers sank in. Elasticity and softness flooded his palm at the same time; it filled his hand completely, spilling out between his fingers.
Liu Ruyan’s body trembled, and a short moan escaped her throat.
Li Mo lowered his head, pressing his lips against her chin, his tongue tracing down her jawline.
Her throat. Her collarbone.
The hollow of her collarbone.
All the way down.
Liu Ruyan’s chest rose and fell, her breathing growing increasingly ragged, and intermittent sounds escaped her lips.
“Master… Master…”
Li Mo pushed her bra up, and two dazzling white mounds sprang into view.
Her n*****s were a pale pink, slightly erect from the rush of blood.
He opened his mouth and took one into his mouth. His tongue circled it twice, then he sucked hard. Liu Ruyan’s back arched instantly.
Her fingers dug into Li Mo’s hair, her nails digging into his scalp.
“Ah… Master… I want… Master, I want…”
Li Mo’s hand reached downward. It slid along Liu Ruyan’s waistline, passed over her lower abdomen, and slipped inside her skirt.
When his fingers brushed against the edge of her panties, he felt a dampness.
It wasn’t just a little.
It was already soaked through.
He pressed his entire palm against it—it was covered in a slippery liquid, its temperature scorching.
Liu Ruyan’s legs clamped together briefly, then relaxed.
Li Mo’s fingers pressed against the central crevice through the fabric. Liu Ruyan’s hips jerked upward, and the tone of her moan changed.
He hesitated no longer.
His fingers hooked the edge of her panties and pulled them down, all the way to her knees.
Liu Ruyan kicked out twice, flinging the fabric away.
Li Mo glanced down.
Clean, pale, and wet, glistening with moisture.
He pressed his palm against her, the heel of his hand pressing down, his middle finger sliding into the crevice.
Hot, tight, and slippery.
Liu Ruyan’s legs spread wide, her heels digging into the carpet, her toes curled until they turned white.
“Master… come inside… please…”
Li Mo’s other hand reached to pull down his own pants.
With his pants down to his thighs, he guided himself to the entrance.
He could feel the opening contracting, as if it were sucking him in.
He thrust forward slightly.
The tip of his p***s had barely squeezed in a little. A blue panel popped up.
[s****l Function: Not Activated]
His hips froze.
The panel hovered before him, its blue light casting over Liu Ruyan’s body.
[s****l Function: Not Activated]
Li Mo stared at the text, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.
He thrust forward again.
He couldn’t get in.
It wasn’t that Liu Ruyan was resisting; it was as if his body had been locked in place by an invisible force, leaving him completely immobilized from the waist down.
[s****l Function: Not Activated]
The same prompt popped up for the third time.
Li Mo’s mind exploded with a buzzing sensation.
“You f*****g…”
He slammed his fist into the carpet.
Liu Ruyan lay beneath him, legs spread wide, her face flushed, eyes hazy, lips slightly parted, still panting.
“Master… what’s wrong? Why aren’t you coming in…”
Li Mo couldn’t answer.
He pressed his forehead against Liu Ruyan’s shoulder, eyes closed, teeth grinding.
A fire raged inside him, burning so intensely that his very organs seemed to convulse, yet he couldn’t move.
He was blocked by a f*****g panel.
He slowly pushed himself up from Liu Ruyan and plopped back down onto the sofa.
His pants were still hanging from his thighs, and that thing was so hard it hurt, standing stiffly in the air.
He covered his face with both hands.
Liu Ruyan didn’t understand what had happened.
She rose from the carpet, her shirt torn, her bra still hanging from her collarbone, her skirt askew. She knelt between his legs, her clothes in disarray.
“Master? Don’t you want it anymore?”
Her voice was still ragged with breath, her eyes filled with confusion and hurt.
Li Mo didn’t answer.
He couldn’t answer.
Liu Ruyan looked at him for a few seconds, as if she’d misunderstood something, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
“Does Master want to try a different way?”
Her hand closed around that thing once more.
Then she lowered her head, opened her mouth, and took it in.
Her warm, moist mouth enveloped him. Her tongue wrapped around the shaft, circling the tip with its tip.
Li Mo’s hand slid down from his face and rested on Liu Ruyan’s head.
Her hair slipped through his fingers, soft and silky.
Liu Ruyan looked up at him, still holding him in her mouth, her eyes clear as crystal.
Innocent, submissive.
As if she were truly waiting for his command.
Li Mo’s other hand reached down, signaling for her to turn.
Liu Ruyan obediently adjusted her position, turning her body to the side without releasing her grip.
Her buttocks were now directly in front of his hand.
A perfect curve—full, rounded, and slightly lifted due to her kneeling posture.
Li Mo’s hand settled upon them.
His fingers sank in, flesh spilling out between them.
He gave it a squeeze.
Liu Ruyan let out a muffled moan, and the suction in her mouth intensified sharply.
Li Mo sucked in a sharp breath.
Pleasure surged from his lower abdomen up his spine, wave after wave, growing more frequent.
He looked down at Liu Ruyan.
Her lips were clamped tightly around the shaft, her cheeks slightly hollowed out, revealing the rhythmic motion of her swallowing.
Her eyes were still fixed on him.
A gaze full of innocence, glistening with moisture.
Li Mo’s hand on the top of her head instinctively tightened its grip.
Liu Ruyan offered no resistance, sinking downward with his pressure until the entire length was buried deep in her throat.
The muscles in her throat contracted, writhing and squeezing.
“f**k…”
His voice squeezed out between clenched teeth.
His tailbone tightened suddenly.
He came.
He emptied himself completely into Liu Ruyan’s throat.
Liu Ruyan kept her eyes closed, her Adam’s apple moving as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful.
It went on for several seconds.
When the final spurt subsided, she slowly lifted her head and spat out the contents of her mouth.
Then she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
White fluid still clung to the surface of her tongue.
She smiled at Li Mo.
“Master, your little dog has eaten it all.”
Li Mo leaned back on the sofa, his chest heaving violently, his mind a blank.
The lingering afterglow of pleasure still swirled through his body.
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