NOVEL NEXT Chapter 128: 128 foaming at the mouth
Liu Zhizhong's escape and retreat was nothing short of an Oscar-worthy performance. He was the epitome of desperation.
Helpless and depressed, frantic and terrified, stumbling along as if drunk, he fled without any sense of direction.
When he retreated into the luxurious bedroom to rest, Zhang Qixiang pounced after him, and he ran scared toward the bed.
"Sister Qixiang, have some self-respect!"
"Sister Qixiang, I'm a married man; I can't be doing this!"
"Sister Qixiang, I can't afford to offend the Zhang Family; I'm begging you... don't come any closer! Ah..."
But, "accidentally," his leg knocked against the foot of the sofa by the bed, and he fell backward onto the bed.
Zhang Qixiang pounced on him at the right moment, utterly ravenous and completely wild.
The divine body, scented with alcohol mixed with magnolia, was burning with desire, simply irresistible.
Zhang Qixiang frantically kissed Liu Zhizhong, feeling him up, caressing his face, wrapping arms around his waist, touching his chest, even reaching for his gun!
Soon, Zhang Qixiang had stripped off Liu Zhizhong's pants.
Zhang Qixiang was insatiable, utterly lost in lust, eagerly took the top, guided Little Demon Liu, the pride of Demon Liu's family, and sat down fiercely.
Instantly, he was engulfed in an intensely tight heat.
He couldn't resist letting out a long, satisfied howl, silently roaring that he had finally succeeded, that he could hold back no longer.
Zhang Qixiang was incredibly comfortable as she lay down, her throat erupting with earth-shattering screams, the feeling of ultimate bliss fully online.
The night had finally gone wild, everything meticulously recorded under the well-placed hidden cameras.
Zhang Qixiang exploded with hysterical strength at times, screaming, seemingly inexperienced, but her desire was explosive.
Liu Zhizhong, already an intermediate adept, handled her with ease, finding balance and comfort in her displeasure and repulsion during such moments.
Matured, more experienced, his technique superior, he delivered waves of madness, successive impacts, sending Zhang Qixiang to peak after peak.
In such moments, he fondled her wherever he wanted to, leaving no area untouched.
This soft, tender, and sensual single woman, under the influence of drugs, made it impossible for a man to resist.
Punish!
Fervently punish!
Front and back, up and down, fiercely punish—after all, she liked it!
Zhang Hongyang, you idiot, trying to screw me over again?
This time, I'm not settling for tomatoes and scrambled eggs; I've got your sister completely screwed!
Right now, you must be thinking about the cops coming to catch me early tomorrow morning, right?
To hell with you, setting up such a young one for me, I can't, I have my limits, I want your sister's kind, 30+!
I was forced into this, with her hidden camera surveillance as proof, haha...
Thinking of all this, Liu Zhizhong grew more excited, his fighting strength off the charts, making Zhang Qixiang scream herself hoarse, bringing her to tears.
For a solid two hours, Zhang Qixiang was so excited she fainted twice.
In the end, she was dealt with by Liu Zhizhong until she was frothing at the mouth, rolling her eyes back—a sign of reaching another unbelievable peak, a sensation of a flood being unleashed again.
At the same time, she fainted once more.
Liu Zhizhong, too, no longer wanted to hold back; he still had to work the next day; being too tired wouldn't do.
Even a man needs to take care of himself out there!
So Demon Liu relaxed, released!!!
Without bothering to choose, he plunged deeply into Zhang Qixiang's depths.
For a moment, he felt as if his whole body had come apart, immersed in an indescribable softness, every cell as though electrified.
This feeling was simply too wonderful.
Finally, the bedroom quieted down, leaving only Liu Zhizhong's heavy breathing, quietly savoring the victory in every aspect.
The room's air was filled with the fresh scent mixed with alcohol and a woman's fragrance, with a hint of a man's tobacco smell and that distinct fishy scent...
When Liu Zhizhong finally gathered himself, his drunkenness had vanished, his mind was clear, his thoughts precise.
Zhang Qixiang, already unconscious in her faint, laid there knowing nothing.
Under the light, her cheap skin was like satin, flushed, her whole face burning red as though she were a new bride, radiant.
"You cheap thing, truly full of youthful vigor, the drug I used was spot on, worth it! Later on, let's see if you still act so proud in front of me. Think you're so great, Miss Zhang Family, feeling superior? Sorry, now it's my turn to be superior, huh..."
With an inner monologue of triumph, Liu Zhizhong was overjoyed.
He immediately got up, cleaned himself in the bedroom, and then covered Zhang Qixiang with a thin silk blanket.
He quickly went downstairs to the dining room, found Zhang Qixiang's phone, brought it upstairs, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and hurried back downstairs to take photos of Zhang Qixiang's clothes scattered on the table and floor.
He packed all the clothes into a plastic bag and brought it upstairs to the bedroom, placing it on the coffee table.
Following that, he downloaded the surveillance footage from Zhang Qixiang's phone, edited it meticulously, and sent it to his own email.
Ah, an experienced man really has a way with women, organized and damn perfect!
The best was yet to come!