Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce

"Ah?" Ouyang Jiani instantly felt flustered.

Listen to him! What is Master even saying? Are there masters who talk like that? Seriously. If you want to do something, just do it. Why ask? Isn't this just meant to embarrass me? How am I supposed to answer? Saying yes feels wrong, and so does saying no.

Luckily, Sun Dasheng had an exceptional ability to read people. He immediately saw his apprentice's predicament. With a chuckle, he lifted her onto the desk. After she was sitting steadily, he carefully put the white stockings he had removed earlier back on her feet. "Use these."

"Mmm..." Ouyang Jiani lowered her head, her bangs completely hiding her face. Following her Master's guidance, she slowly extended her stocking-clad feet.

Sun Dasheng took off his own trousers.

HISS!

It was another brand-new experience.

Once they were finished, she said, "Master, the stockings are dirty. Can you help me take them off?"

With the stockings on her feet soiled, Ouyang Jiani felt uncomfortable all over.

"Alright, don't move. I'll take them off for you," Sun Dasheng said, helping her remove the stockings. He was about to toss them into a nearby trash can, but Ouyang Jiani stopped him.

"No! If you throw them away here, it'll be a problem if the cleaning lady sees them."

For the sake of her reputation, Ouyang Jiani didn't hesitate to hop down barefoot from the desk. She ran to her own desk and bent over, rummaging through a drawer for a bag.

Just then, she felt a pair of large hands on her backside.

"Master, stop messing around!" she protested, twisting her hips in her hip-hugging skirt. However, she couldn't break free from the firm grip of those large hands at all.

RRRIP!

A perfect disappearing act took place in the office. The hip-hugging skirt was gone, leaving only a few tattered black fragments on the floor.

Still bent over, Ouyang Jiani felt a sudden chill on her bottom and instinctively moved her hands to cover herself, but he was faster.

I should be gentle for her first time. I'm being too rough. My body is getting more and more monstrous.

He remembered reading NBA news about players who could party all night, supposedly in a one-on-three encounter at a club, and still be full of energy for the game the next day, scoring dozens of points. At the time, he thought sports journalists would make up anything for clicks. Now that he possessed such a monstrous body himself, he knew those reporters weren't just spouting nonsense. When you're in great shape, you really can do whatever you want.

Since it was her first time, his little apprentice finished very quickly.

"Master, I can't... I can't take it anymore. Please, spare your little apprentice."

Although he wasn't fully satisfied, Sun Dasheng still stopped gently. Can I really push her to the brink of death?

Sun Dasheng scooped her up by the waist and carried her back to the sofa. They snuggled closely together, neither saying a word.

After a quiet moment, Ouyang Jiani's hand found the still-restless part of him. "Master," she asked, "am I really useless?"

"It's always like this the first time. It's okay," Sun Dasheng comforted her.

"Always like this the first time, huh? Humph! I knew you must have plenty of other women," Ouyang Jiani said, a hint of jealousy flaring up before quickly vanishing. With her straightforward personality, she wasn't the type to get jealous. She had known for a long time that her Master had many women; her sharp mind had figured it out long ago.

If she had truly minded, she wouldn't have so cooperatively given him her first time.

Romantic love, in her heart, only accounted for about thirty percent of the equation. The bond between master and apprentice accounted for another thirty percent. The remaining forty percent was her recognition that her Master could help her achieve her dreams, allowing her to spread her wings and do what she truly wanted.

For now, being able to run a company entirely according to her own will and philosophy was already deeply satisfying.

"Hey! That's enough. How long are you going to keep holding that?" Sun Dasheng's voice pulled her back to reality.

Looking down at what was in her hand, she let out a sly giggle.

"Still not letting go? If you keep that up, this fire of mine won't go out, and you'll be the one in trouble."

Ouyang Jiani looked at him, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. She licked them slowly and said, "I've seen in those Little Day movies... there's a certain 'oral' technique for this sort of thing."

"You never learn the good things, only the filth," Sun Dasheng said righteously, but his body was very honest, lying there still and letting her do as she pleased.

He drew several sharp, shuddering breaths. It felt as if he sucked so much air that the temperature in the office dropped by several degrees. Of course, that was a joke. However, with the light rain outside, it was indeed a chilly day, so the temperature was quite low.

Looking at the tattered scraps of fabric on the floor, Sun Dasheng smiled and made a phone call. Not long after, a delivery with several new sets of clothes arrived.

He shut the door. "You can stop hiding. Come on out, they're gone."

At his words, a woman who had been covering her chest and private areas crept out timidly from her hiding spot.

"Alright, there's no one else here. Come here. These clothes were bought in the sizes you gave me.

"Try them on and see if they fit. If not, I'll have them exchanged for you," Sun Dasheng said, tossing the shopping bags onto the sofa. He began taking out the clothes one by one to help her dress.

Ouyang Jiani was still shy. "Oh, I... I can dress myself..."

"Stand still. You're completely limp and weak, where's your strength now? What's the point of covering up? Is there anything I didn't see just now?" Sun Dasheng retorted as he fastened the clasps on her back.

"Oh, but that's different," she protested coyly.

"How is it different?" Sun Dasheng asked. He gave her bottom a playful slap. "Lift your leg."

He then picked up a pair of black lace panties from the sofa.

Ouyang Jiani was very resistant. "Why did you buy this kind? I've never worn anything like this before. Can you get me a different pair?"