I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!

Han Queying had no idea how long she'd been pinned like this, but her legs were jelly now.

Every deep stroke sent a new wave of shock up her spine, her cuffed hands helpless against the headboard as Zhao Yiming continued to rail her with that maddeningly slow, heavy rhythm.

"Haahhh! Haaahhh!!! ughhnghhh!" Her voice broke as another moan spilled out, high and cracked.

"Faster... I said f-faster!!"

Zhao Yiming didn't speed up. Of course, he didn't, he wanted to tease her more since she was all high and mighty before this. But now, she was a whimpering mess.

He just narrowed his eyes a little, breathing evenly as if he was meditating not fucking her brains out.

"You're clamping down too hard. What, you planning to milk me dry already?"

"Y-you're the one doing this!" she snapped mid-moan, hips twitching uncontrollably. "Damn it! Nnnghhh~!"

His cock dragged out all the way, slick and throbbing, before slamming back in without mercy. Her body jerked. She nearly screamed.

"!!!"

Zhao Yiming leaned down again, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.

"You came once already and now you're acting spoiled," he murmured low. "Should I stop again and let you cool off?"

"NO!"

The way she yelled that made him laugh. She was adorable like that after all. Her dark blue hair was a mess, her face was red, and her mouth kept opening and closing like a fish out of the water. But instead, she kept either moaning or cursing.

Han Queying's body betrayed her. Her hips kept moving, desperately grinding against him, hungry for every stroke, even as her arms pulled hard at the cuffs. She wanted to wrap them around him. She wanted to scratch his damn back raw.

But all she could do was take it as she could feel his cock keep hitting that same good spot over and over again in slow but hard strokes.

It was enough to make her roll her eyes back, her whole body trembled, and her insides twitched as pleasure hit her like a wave.

"Ahhh! Fuck!! Yiming!! I-I'm gonna... nghhh... I'M GONNA CUMMMHH!!! !"

Zhao Yiming only answered with a smirk. His hips started rolling just a bit harder, faster, deliberately grinding the base of his cock against her clit on every stroke. Her entire body lit up.

The cuffs clinked like crazy.

"HHHNNNGHHHH—!! I—AAHHH!!"

Han Queying's scream cracked, her back arching wildly as her orgasm crashed down on her, hard.

Her pussy spasmed around him uncontrollably, soaking his cock in another wave of slickness as she squirted all over him again.

Zhao Yiming inhaled sharply, eyes narrowing like a beast holding himself back.

"Fuckin' hell," he muttered, still not moving faster. He just watched her twitch and break underneath him.

Her entire body was twitching, face flushed bright red, chest heaving, and mouth hanging open like she'd forgotten how to breathe.

Zhao Yiming didn't even stop thrusting, he just rode her through it, slow, and deep.

"Look at that," he muttered. "You came like a damn waterfall."

"S-shut up…" she whimpered, barely able to speak. "I hate you... nghhh…"

He grabbed her chin, gently but firmly, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"You'll hate me more tonight."

Her pupils dilated.

Zhao Yiming licked a drop of sweat off her jaw. Still not done. Not even close.

He then pulled out with a wet pop, his cock glistening, twitching, still hard and merciless. Han Queying flopped onto the mattress, gasping like she just ran ten laps, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.

But the second she thought it was over, she felt him grab her hips again.

"W-wait—"

"You really think I'm done?" he said flatly, reaching over to rip a condom packet open with his teeth.

"I'm not even climax yet, not even once. So, Officer Han, bear with me for a little bit."

Her eyes widened in panic, but he already rolled her onto her side, one leg thrown up over his shoulder, the other pinned under his thigh as he angled himself behind her.

His hand slipped between her thighs, spreading her folds.

"N-NGHHH!!"

He shoved in deep in one long, smooth stroke. The condom dulled the heat, but not the tightness. Not the way her pussy clamped down like she was trying to drag his soul out through his dick.

"Yo-you... Asshole!" Han Queying murmured.

Her leg twitched hard against his chest. Her fingers curled around the bedsheets like she was in a seizure.

"Yiming!! I can't! Ahhh I can't—AGHNNHHH!!"

He gripped her hip tightly and started moving with deep, angled thrusts that hit her G-spot so precisely, she shrieked with every stroke.

"Already trembling?" he murmured as her moans pitched higher. "This isn't even my fastest."

"Youhh!!! fuhhhck! Hnngg!!" Her whole body spasmed as another climax slammed into her, sudden and sharp like a lightning strike.

"AHHHH! I CAME AGAIN!"

He didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. Instead, he leaned down, lips brushing her ear again, voice low and rough.

"Losing count yet? You keep cumming like this. Damn.."

She was indeed couldn't count anymore not even thinking at all. Her mind was blank.

Han Queying couldn't even close her legs, he had one up too high and the other pinned completely. Her pussy was a mess, soaking the condom, drenching the bed.

She could hear the squelching with every deep grind.

"Can't even say my name properly anymore," he added. "What happened to that sharp tongue, huh?"

"Ahhhnnnn~" She moaned in response, no words, just a wrecked, helpless sound.

Then Zhao Yiming grunted softly. His thrusts got a bit rougher. Less teasing as he follows his instinct. Her pussy keeps twitching nonstop, as if she keeps cumming and never stops. It milked him dry.

His breath turned ragged as he fastened his pace, catching the climax he had been holding too long. While Han Queying could only murmur, her moan was low and couldn't be heard clearly.

His cock throbbed inside her as he pushed her deeper into the mattress.

"Shit... you're... Hahhh... tight as hell when you're like this."

Han Queying's entire body tensed when he suddenly shoved deep and held there, cock twitching violently inside her as he finally came, hot, hard pulses trapped inside the condom.

He let out a low, broken breath near her ear. "Fuck…"

For a few seconds, all that could be heard was their ragged breathing.

Han Queying twitched again. "Hhahhh... Hhhnngg... Y-Yiming... I-I think... I'm cumming again…"

She was absolutely ruined and weak. Tried not to faint since it would be embarrassing for her.

He stayed inside her, still semi-hard, letting her ride out her seventh—eighth?—orgasm in one night, her juices soaking his thighs and the sheets underneath.

"Damn," he muttered, giving her ass a light slap. "You're pussy really loves sex, huh?" he chuckles.

She whimpered, face buried in the pillow. "I hate you so much…"

Zhao Yiming laughed and shook his head, "You are the one who asked me to have sex with you..." his hand reached her wounded arm, and he sighed in relief as it was still fine.

He pulled out slowly, the condom filled and warm, his cock still twitching as her walls clenched one last time around nothing.

She lay like a corpse, drool on the pillow, arms limp, eyes unfocused.

Zhao Yiming just sat back on the bed, tore the condom off, tied it neatly, and tossed it into the trash like he'd just wrapped up a business meeting.

Then he looked down at the wrecked girl beside him.

"…You alive?"

"Why asking, You can see it yourself?" she groaned and closed her eyes before finally giving up to all the tiredness.

While Zhao Yiming smiled at her peaceful sleeping face as he could hear the notification from the system.

Though, his eyes focused on that specific reward:

[2 Perks Point]

"Hmm... Seemed like I really need to delete some of the perks so I can make space for a new one." he nodded to himself as he decided to delete two perks for now.

***

In a smoke-filled office atop one of Golden Earth's offices, Boss Chi sat with a black ceramic ashtray overflowing beside him.

His fingers tapped the glass table impatiently as one of his underlings whimpered through a bruised jaw.

"…We tried, Boss. Swear to god we did. That bastard's a monster. Didn't even flinch when we pulled knives."

The others looked just as pathetic—swollen eyes, cracked lips, arms in slings. They looked like they'd been steamrolled, not beaten.

"He-he also brought a police officer with him, boss! There is nothing we can't do!"

Boss Chi exhaled sharply through his nose, jaw twitching.

"So instead of blackmailing or scaring off one unemployed loser, you brought me back hospital bills and police attention?"

"N-no, sir. We didn't mean—"

He slammed his fist down on the desk, hard enough to make everyone jump.

"Do you idiots know how many permits, bribes, and partnerships we're risking because of that punk? He's putting his name in every damn tenant's mouth like some kind of savior. He's supposed to be a nobody. A cockroach."

The bruised men flinched and didn't dare to say anything or even breathe.

Boss Chi leaned back slowly, face cold. "If that piece of shit wants to play hero... fine."

He stubbed out his cigarette, eyes narrowing. "Can't be helped… I need to do this, the last resort."