Official Career Storm

The sound of the door opening was the moment both their steps halted.

Chen Yirou's nerves instantly tensed up, and her heart raced wildly.

She had never experienced such a situation before, and for a moment, she was frozen in place, not knowing how to react.

As the door was about to be pushed open, Song Guanchao grabbed her arm and swiftly pulled her into the room.

Once inside, Song Guanchao quickly scanned the area and whispered, "Hide in the wardrobe."

He opened the wardrobe, pushed Chen Yirou inside, and quickly followed, gently closing the wardrobe door behind them.

Immediately, the light dimmed, with only a thin sliver of light seeping through the gap in the wardrobe door.

Chen Yirou's heart was still beating fast, and her breathing was rapid, but she was no longer as tense as before, gradually easing up.

Song Guanchao remained calm.

To him, this was nothing at all.

Even if they were discovered, it didn't matter; at worst, they would just break out.

This group of young people, even if they weren't doing drugs, were engaging in debauchery.

For people like them, if their home was burgled, they'd be too afraid to call the police.

"Thunk thunk..."

Suddenly, footsteps approached, indicating someone had entered the room.

Chen Yirou tensed up again instantly.

The two of them were pressed closely together, and Song Guanchao could feel the tension in her body.

He found Chen Yirou's hand, held her small hand, and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Don't be afraid, they won't find us."

In her nervousness, Chen Yirou overlooked the fact that he was holding her hand.

But perhaps because Song Guanchao was so composed, Chen Yirou didn't feel as tense as before; her taut nerves slowly relaxed.

The woman who had suddenly returned didn't leave after entering the room.

Song Guanchao could discern by the sound that the woman had walked to the bedside and sat down.

The woman seemed to be rummaging through a drawer for something.

After a while, he heard the sound of a lighter.

A few seconds later, he smelled a very peculiar odor.

Song Guanchao's senses perked up, instantly realizing what the woman outside was doing!

She was using drugs!

Song Guanchao squinted, quietly pushed the wardrobe door open slightly, and through the gap, he saw the woman lying on the bed, holding a glass pipe.

She was using the lighter to heat the bottom of the pipe as a way to consume the drugs.

Sure enough, these young people were addicts!

He was finally certain!

That made things easier.

The task ahead was much simpler; they only needed to keep an eye on them and follow them.

In a few days, they would seek out sellers to purchase drugs.

For now, they still needed to stay hidden in the wardrobe.

Who knows how long they waited, but Chen Yirou felt the soles of her feet growing weary.

The wardrobe's cramped space forced her to maintain one position, making her exceedingly uncomfortable.

From time to time, she would lift a foot, letting one bear her body weight while relaxing the other.

Under Song Guanchao's seat was a box, like a safe, that served well as a stool.

He intended to swap places with Chen Yirou to let her sit.

Regrettably, the wardrobe didn't have enough space to switch positions.

After thinking it over, he sat down himself.

Once seated, he took out his phone, typed a line of text, and showed it to her.

"Sit down."

After she read it, Song Guanchao turned on the phone's flashlight, pointed it at himself, and gestured.

Chen Yirou understood what he meant; he wanted her to sit on his lap.

She hesitated for two seconds but didn't stubbornly refuse.

Because she was truly at her limit.

Slowly, she turned around, backing up to Song Guanchao, gradually bending her knees, and as her butt came down on Song Guanchao's thighs, she paused before resting her full weight on his lap.

Chen Yirou relaxed, exhaling silently.

Even though the wardrobe was pitch black, Chen Yirou knew how ambiguous their current posture was.

Moreover, she was sitting with her backside to Song Guanchao.

This position was extremely reminiscent of rear-entry.

Song Guanchao, however, didn't overthink it; his focus remained on the woman using drugs outside.

He planned to find an opportunity to leave.

Meanwhile, Chen Yirou kept adjusting her sitting position.

Originally, she was just sitting on his knees, but doing so didn't support other parts of her buttocks.

So she continued to slide back, slowly moving onto his thighs until her butt was fully seated in his lap.

Initially, Song Guanchao hadn't thought much of it, but her movements and their physical contact stirred a reaction in him.

The hard object was pressed firmly against by her big buttocks.

Chen Yirou felt it too, but in situations like this, she could only pretend to know nothing about it.

However, the more she pretended not to know, the more her mind wandered.

And in such a cramped, dark space, this intimate skin-to-skin contact easily stirred physiological desires.

Chen Yirou bit her lip, suppressing her burgeoning desire, slowly scooting forward to maintain a distance from Song Guanchao's hard-on.

Yet, just as she moved back a bit, the object abruptly sprang up, the tip poking her directly in the butt.

The unexpected poke nearly made Chen Yirou exclaim out loud.

She quickly covered her mouth, but her entire body tilted forward, losing balance.

In the nick of time, Song Guanchao wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her forward-leaning body back.

She reseated herself.

This time, however, she sat directly on Song Guanchao's hard-on.

Her peach-like buttocks pinning it snugly into place.

She even heard Song Guanchao's sharp intake of breath behind her.

Song Guanchao steadied himself and whispered, "Are you okay?"

Covering her mouth, Chen Yirou shook her head gently.

She felt her body go limp, devoid of any strength.

The hard, hot thing beneath her sent a warm current flowing through her lower abdomen, and she couldn't help but squeeze her legs together.

Song Guanchao noticed her reaction and movements.

To be honest, in this situation, he could refrain from acting indiscreetly, but couldn't control his body's natural responses.

The two maintained this awkward yet intimate stance, neither daring to move.

Every few minutes, Song Guanchao would open a crack in the wardrobe to observe the woman's condition.

About half an hour later, he suddenly whispered, "We can go now."

He patted Chen Yirou's butt, signaling her to stand up.

Chen Yirou softly murmured as she rose from his lap.

Song Guanchao pushed open the wardrobe door, the woman outside now lying on the bed, eyes closed, lost in her drug-induced slumber.

An icy glass pipe sat on the bedside table, with residues of the drugs she had consumed.

Song Guanchao glanced at it and led Chen Yirou out of the room.

Rather than scaling the balcony, he directly opened the door and left.

When they exited the young people's home, Chen Yirou finally let out a deep breath.

They were finally out.

The half-hour just now felt like an eternity.

In hindsight, however, that half-hour wasn't quite a torment.

Rather, she wished to stay a bit longer.

That intimate, ambiguous contact with a man in such a cramped space had provided an intensely thrilling experience.

She even thought that if Song Guanchao hadn't restrained himself and had done something to her in the wardrobe, she wouldn't have resisted.

Truthfully, she might have even anticipated it.

With such thoughts in mind, she couldn't help but turn back to look at Song Guanchao, only to find him also looking at her.

No, he was looking at her butt.

"Ahem."

As she turned back, Song Guanchao cleared his throat and reminded her, "Your butt is wet."