I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!

Zhao Yiming exhaled, trying to cool the fire spreading beneath his skin. But Han Queying didn't give him space.

"Calm down, Officer, I'm not going anywhere."

She was already inching closer, her fingers tracing the edge of the gauze she'd just taped onto his arm. Her touch was light, teasing.

"I know, that's why I became more impatient." she smirked and then continued, "Y'know I didn't expect you to be so… composed in a fight. And now this?"

She tugged his shirt gently. "All patched up with those veins still popping from your arms." Her fingers now moved to the veins in his arm, slowly brushing them along the way, face full of lust.

Zhao Yiming gave her a sidelong glance. "You flirt with every man who saves your life?"

"Nope," she grinned. "Only the ones with stupid heroic complexes and arms that could break someone in half."

"That's oddly specific." he narrowed his eyes.

"I have standards," she whispered, crawling over him now.

Her knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his lap. He tensed, hands still on the bed, refusing to touch her just yet.

"And you're meeting all of them tonight."

"Han Queying." He said her name firmly.

She leaned in, her breath warm against his cheek. "Mhm?"

He stared at her, in disbelief. "You're injured and it's bad. If the wound is bleeding again, I will need to take you to the hospital."

"And you're bleeding too."

She smirked, her hands sliding under his ruined, torn shirt, fingertips brushing the hard lines of his abdomen.

"That didn't stop you from throwing a few guys a minute ago. Damn, it makes you so hot."

"You call that throwing?" he muttered and frowned, "He barely weighed more than a broomstick."

Han Queying just laughed, and cupped his face, "Yeah, I know you are so damn hot. So why not have sex with me like you did to everyone?"

"I am not a dumbass, Yiming. Su Meilin, Madam Ruan, Yanyu... Even your eyes are now in adorable Yuexin." She titled her head, leaned closer, and pressed her head against his temple, "So, why not me?"

Zhao Yiming took a deep breath, "Because-"

However, the system chimed in first!

'God damn!' he thought.

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[Ding!]

[Quest Triggered!]

[Officer Down, Tension Up!: Satisfy Han Queying's burning curiosity and something else.]

[Choose your Response carefully:]

• Easy Mode: "You're drunk on adrenaline. We should sleep."

• Normal Mode: "You sure you want this with a half-broken man?"

• Hard Mode: "Oh? You want to be cuffed first, Officer Han?"

[God of Richness & Love gives you a message!]

[LET'S GO, MY DISCIPLE! Forget about the wound! That woman is kinda unhinged, she probably enjoyed being in pain!]

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Zhao Yiming stared at the hovering prompt, then glanced at the woman practically straddling him, her breath warm and teasing on his neck.

'Oh well, we are already wet anyway, why not jump into the pool?'

Truthfully, he was worried about Han Queying's condition. Because of his carelessness, she got hurt... He should have hired bodyguards to help them fight instead of having a boost of confidence cause he always wins in fights.

He forgot about Han Queying who was a woman and had weaker physical strength than a man.

But for now, he needs to forget about all this and continue with the quest! Since she also looks too excited.

His mouth curved into a dry smirk. "Oh well, because we are wounded. But you seemed to enjoy the pain, huh?"

"Do you want to be cuffed then, Officer Han?"

Han Queying blinked, then her pupils dilated like a switch had flipped. She leaned back slightly, one brow raised in amused surprise.

"Oh? Thought you were the righteous type."

"I am," he murmured, grabbing her wrist in one hand and raising it slightly and gently.

"But you're the one on top of me, pinning me down and begging for trouble."

"That's because I like danger," she whispered, her voice husky.

Zhao Yiming pulled her down slowly by the wrist he held, until their foreheads touched. "It's not danger you like, it's the pain that comes with it."

With his free hand, he unbuckled her police belt, letting it fall to the floor with a loud clink. The tension snapped between them. Han Queying shivered. She leaned in, licking his bottom lip before pulling away with a grin.

"You hesitated earlier," she whispered, grinding gently against his lap, "But now you're being cocky?"

"You are the one who teased me first and now you ask this, really?"

He slid his fingers up her thigh, stopping just before reaching under her pants. "You got any cuffs on you?"

She pulled one from behind her waist, tossing it on the pillow beside them. "Standard issue."

"Good." He grabbed it, twirled it lazily between his fingers. "Let's see if your mouth runs as fast when you're restrained."

Han Queying's laugh was sharp and low. "God, you're hot when you pretend you're in control."

He raised an eyebrow. "Pretend?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she leaned down and kissed his neck. Wet and hungry, leaving a small red mark just beneath his jaw. Zhao Yiming hissed through his teeth.

"Still pretending?" she taunted.

He answered by rolling over, pinning her beneath him in a single fluid motion. The cuffs clattered beside them. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively.

"No," he muttered near her ear. "Now I'm improvising."

He grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head. "Hands stay here. That's an order, Officer."

Han Queying bit her lip, grinning. "Now that's a proper tone."

His lips met hers with hunger and desperation. They sucked each other's lips, tried to be the dominant one, biting one another until bleeding, and dancing with each other's tongues.

It was a hot and primal kiss.

Her fingers twitched against his grip, but she didn't pull away.

Zhao Yiming kissed her jawline, down to her collarbone, leaving warm trails behind. She arched into him, breathing faster.

One of his hands released her wrists to trace the edge of her torn shirt, pushing it up slowly until it revealed her bruised but toned stomach.

He paused, brushing his fingers over a purple mark on her side. "This… hurts?"

"Only when you stop touching me," she whispered.

His mouth twitched again. His hand moved to cup her breast over the thin fabric, thumb brushing against her already perked nipple.

She gasped, hips bucking up. Her hands, though released, still clutched the bedsheets above her head.

"Hngg!"

"You're obeying?" he murmured, amused.

"Temporarily," she said breathlessly, then dragged her leg up along his thigh. "You haven't given me a reason to misbehave… yet."

He leaned down, kissing the top of her chest while his other hand slid beneath the waistband of her pants, not quite dipping inside just tracing where skin met fabric.

She groaned. "Yiming…"

"Shhh…" he whispered near her ear. "We're just patching each other up, remember?"

She giggled, flushed, and breathless. "Yeah? This part of the first aid kit?"

"Advanced treatment," he muttered. "Only available for aggressive patients."

Zhao Yiming lowered his head and licked her perky nipple, circling it with his tongue before biting down and tugging on it gently, earning a loud moan from Han Queying.

"Ahhh! You naughty boy! Do you want my milk that much?" she gasped, laughing breathlessly as he suckled harder, like he was desperate for milk.

"Hell yeah!" his answer made her giggle even more.

His hand finally slipped under the waistband of her pants, tugging them down and leaving only her damp, clinging blue underwear. She smirked as his eyes darkened.

"Touch me down there, Yiming~ I can't hold it anymore," she begged, her voice teasing him in an exaggerated tone.

He obliged. His long fingers brushed over the wet fabric, pressing down gently, making her entire body twitch.

The metallic click of the cuffs echoed faintly as her arms strained against them. Especially when he hooked his fingers around her underwear and pulled it down, exposing her slick pussy to the air.

Then he brushed her bare clit making her whole body tense.

"AAAHHHNNNGGG~ More~!"

"Don't worry," he murmured, eyes locked on her flushed face. "I'll make you feel good."

His fingers pinched her swollen clit, just enough to make her moan louder, juices spilling freely and wetting the sheets. She writhed beneath him.

"Ohhh!! Ahhh!!! Put it in already!" she cried out, legs shaking, hips bucking up toward him.

Her hands instinctively tried to break free from the cuffs but they were too tight and strong.

Zhao Yiming only smirked. "Weren't you cocky earlier? And now you're begging?"

Han Queying gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing. But her sharp retort melted into another whimper when his other hand dipped between her thighs, fingers dancing around her dripping entrance.

"Damn it!!! NNGGHH!!!" she whimpered, frustration lacing every breath. "Fine, I—ahhh! I'm sorry!"

He chuckled darkly, amused, before slipping just one finger inside her.

"AHHH!!!" she screamed, her back arching clean off the bed.

It was just one finger, but the way he curled it, twisted slightly, then rubbed her clit again. She was unraveling fast.

"Now, now," he said, voice calm but commanding. "It's just the start. Don't be impatient like that, alright?"

His finger moved deeper, slow and relentless, and her thighs began to tremble.