I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!

Han Queying's breath hitched again, her hips jerking upward involuntarily.

Her cuffed hands trembled, clenched above her head as she whimpered and squirmed, her thighs trembling at every flick of his finger.

"You're so wet it's making a mess already," Zhao Yiming muttered more to himself, his brows furrowed slightly as if puzzled by her body's desperate response.

But his tone was calm, almost lazy, like he had all the time in the world. "Tsk, what did you eat today to be this sensitive?" he tease her.

"Y-Yiming... don't say weird stuff right now!" she barked out, red-faced, but her voice cracked from the moan that followed.

He smirked slightly, brushing his knuckle lightly along the inner crease of her thigh, just to watch her twitch.

"That's what you get for teasing me earlier with that mouth of yours," he murmured, the pads of his fingers returning to her slick folds.

"Remember when you said I looked like I wouldn't last five minutes?"

Han Queying's mouth opened but only a breathless gasp came out when he slowly ran his middle finger up and down her slit again, stopping just before entering.

"I was joking!" she cried out, pulling at the cuffs. "Ahhhnng~ stop doing that!"

"Too late," he replied dryly, like he was discussing the weather.

His fingers didn't rush. Instead, he spread her lips slowly with two fingers, exhaling softly as he observed her reaction.

The shiver that rolled through her body was all the reward he needed. His thumb pressed gently on her clit again, circling it slowly, enough to make her frustrated.

Han Queying let out a strangled moan, her voice rising in pitch, toes curling. "Ughhh ahhh!!! Hhaannn~Damn it, you're doing it on purpose... nghhh~!"

"I am messing with your pussy, Officer Han," he muttered, not even denying it.

Then suddenly, he pulled his hand away completely.

"Wha—HEY!" she snapped, lifting her head in frustration, glaring at him with wild eyes and flushed cheeks. "Why did you stop?!"

Zhao Yiming just tilted his head, as if deep in thought. "I was wondering if maybe you really didn't want it. All that attitude earlier, maybe I misunderstood—"

"If you dare stop now I swear to god I will bite you!!"

He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "With what hands?"

Her jaw dropped. "You! You bastard!"

Zhao Yiming chuckled lowly, leaned back in, and kissed her lower belly before sliding his fingers inside her pussy again, this time, without warning, two fingers slipped in to the first knuckle while his thumb pressed down on her clit, firm and merciless.

Her scream nearly shook the room. "Y-YIMIINGGGHHHH!!!"

Zhao Yiming didn't say anything. He didn't need to. His fingers moved slow at first, then faster, curling just enough to find that sensitive spot that made her back arch off the bed like she'd been shocked.

"Haahh... haaahhh! F-Fuck! You are too good at thissnngghh!!!"

Han Queying's voice cracked as the waves of pleasure hit her, her thighs trembling violently while her pussy was wet, drolling nonstop.

The cuffs above her head clinked wildly as her body writhed beneath him, hips trying to chase every flick, every thrust of his fingers.

Her eyes were wide open, hazy, mouth hung open in disbelief. She looked like she was falling apart.

"Your body's honest," Zhao Yiming murmured under his breath, watching her squirm, her juices dripping down onto his hand, soaking the sheets.

He didn't stop, if anything, his thumb pressed harder on her clit, his fingers moving a little faster, deeper.

"AHHHHHHH! NNGHHH!! NGHH!! I-I'M C-CUMMING!!!"

Her whole body froze, then jerked like a snapped wire. Her toes curled hard, her stomach muscles clenched, and her thighs locked around his hand as she came hard, her cry muffled by the back of her own arm as she bit it, desperate to quiet herself even a little.

Han Queying entire body twitching as wave after wave slammed through her.

"It must be that good, huh?" he gulped his own saliva, his cock was hard now.

He slowed down eventually, fingers easing their movement as she gasped and whimpered, her body completely limp under him now.

Her hair was messy, her chest rising and falling rapidly, sweat glistening on her flushed skin.

"...Fuck you," she mumbled breathlessly, eyes half-lidded and dazed. "You're a demon…"

Zhao Yiming raised an eyebrow. "Pretty big words for someone who just drenched my hand."

Han Queying weakly tugged at the cuffs again. "Release me. I'm gonna kill you."

"I don't think you can even move your legs right now."

She glared at him, but it was all bark and no bite. Her post-orgasm expression made her look more adorable than threatening. Cheeks puffed, lips pouting, thighs still trembling every few seconds from aftershocks.

Zhao Yiming leaned down, brushing his lips just above her belly button. "You should rest a bit. Unless you want round two already?"

He wanted to be gentle today since Han Queying arm was still wounded. He was scared that if she moved too much, it would bleed again.

"I'm not that weak, you know?" she smirked.

Zhao Yiming just laughed and leaned back up, licking his fingers lazily like it was nothing. "Mm. Salty."

"Pervert!"

"Didn't hear you complaining five seconds ago."

She kicked the air with what little strength she had, while Zhao Yiming simply sat beside her, calm and collected like he hadn't just fingered the soul out of her.

He then glanced down at the cuff still binding her hands above her head.

He could've taken it off now. But the way she looked—red-faced, breathless, legs spread helplessly, and still twitching from her climax—made something primal in him want to keep it there for just a little longer.

Besides, her attitude didn't exactly scream innocent victim.

"Hmph! I'm fine if we want to continue. Or your cock isn't ready?" she smirked, lifting her foot and pressing it directly on the bulge in his pants.

Zhao Yiming exhaled sharply through his nose, a small laugh escaping. "You can feel how hard I am, right? I'm ready, always."

Without another word, he stood up from the bed and began peeling off his shirt slowly. Just casual, as if undressing after a workout.

Han Queying's eyes followed every movement, biting her lip as his abs came into view, then the smooth lines of his waist. Her gaze dropped lower, anticipation flaring.

He undid his belt with a soft click and pulled down his pants, boxers going with them in one smooth motion.

His cock sprung free: hard, veiny, and thick with need. The kind of sight that made Queying momentarily forget how to blink.

"...Damn," she whispered. "It's really as big as expected, the finger to penis measurement is never wrong."

"Thought I wasn't ready?"

He asked while crawling back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs, his cock resting against her dripping entrance without pushing in yet.

"Maybe I was bluffing," she murmured, defiant even now, but her voice trembled in excitement.

His fingers brushed her cheek gently. "Your arm's not gonna open again?"

"It's fine," she whispered. "Just don't make me flail too hard, alright?"

He gave a soft snort. "Then stop being dramatic."

He lowered himself, their bodies finally pressing together, chest to chest, skin on skin. Her cuffed hands wrapped behind his head as best as they could, pulling him closer.

His cock rubbed against her folds again, soaking in her heat. He looked into her eyes for a long second.

Then slowly, deliberately, he pushed in.

"Aahh! Hhhnngg~" she gasped sharply, her head thrown back, spine arching as he stretched her pussy open inch by inch.

Her inner walls clenched around him immediately, hot, wet and tight. Way too tight even for him.

Zhao Yiming gritted his teeth but didn't rush. He bottomed out slowly, holding himself still once he was fully inside.

"...Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "You're tight like you haven't been fucked in years."

He could felt it from the way her pussy hugging his shaft, clamping down on it so good, his body shivering.

"I haven't," she hissed, face flushed and legs twitching. "Too busy working! NGHH! move already!!"

His hips rolled slowly, a lazy first thrust just to make her curse again and he keep continue with the same movement, making her frustrated

Her eyes fluttered. "Uggh!!! Ahhh!!! Haaaahhhh, Y-Yiming! Just move faster, nghh~"

Zhao Yiming smirked, "Calm down, I wanted to stretch your pussy first." He leaned down to bite lightly at her collarbone.

He began to move with steady and deep pace. No jackhammer thrusts. Just full, slow strokes that made her body tremble and the cuffs above her rattle again.

Each time his hips met hers, there was a wet, obscene sound, her slickness coating him completely.

"D-Don't stop... don't stop… ahhhahhh" she moaned shakily.

"Wasn't planning to," he replied flatly, voice low and hoarse now, as the bed started creaking beneath them.

Han Queying had no idea how long they'd been at it, but the sounds of their bodies slapping, her restrained moans, and his heavy breathing filled the room like a melody only the two of them understood.

Tonight, she wasn't Officer Han.

She was just his bitch.