4

I sized her up and down.

"Your breasts are well-endowed, are they real?"

"They're fake, but they can handle my strength."

The young wife spat and glared at me.

"I'd rather die than let you touch me."

I raised my wrist and checked my watch again.

"Time's up."

These five minutes had already excited her.

I walked over step by step, and she trembled all over.

I grabbed her collar and she struggled desperately.

"Get off me!"

I swung my arm and slapped her across the face.

A crisp sound.

"Behave yourself!"

She fell onto the sofa.

I had precisely controlled the force of the slap, enough to give her a bit of pain but not enough to hurt her.

The buttons on her cheongsam were too difficult to undo, so I gave up and touched her figure through her clothes.

The young wife kicked her feet frantically, but I easily pinned down her two legs with one hand and flipped up her skirt with a fierce smack on her ass.

Her plump butt quivered!

This time, I put some strength into the slap, enough to make her cry out in pain.

She was screaming and crying, her voice piercing.

I inserted two fingers into her mouth.

My fingers touched her soft, agile tongue, and it felt great.

She bit down hard on my fingers, trying to resist, but I pushed them in further, touching the root of her tongue.

She had a gag reflex and stopped biting, but now she looked like she was sucking my fingers.

She was clearly enjoying it, even though I wasn't sleeping with her.

In fact, if I really wanted to conquer her, I shouldn't sleep with her at all.

The more she didn't get what she wanted, the more she would crave it like a cat scratching an itch.

I had mixed it up until now because I understood women so well.

I could make her think of me day and night, wishing she could see me every day.

Unfortunately, I was no longer in that line of work, and I only acted today to prevent her from causing trouble in the store.

Just as I thought I had won, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Several burly men walked in, led by a man in sunglasses and a leather jacket, who looked like he was carrying a weapon from the bulge in his waistband.

Little Tiger and the others looked worried behind them.

"Brother Wei, I couldn't stop them."

I stood up and said, "Who are you?"

These men looked menacing, and if things turned violent, Little Tiger and the others wouldn't be much help.

The man in the leather jacket glared at me with a fierce expression.

"You dare touch one of Xuecheng's women? Do you have a death wish?"

I frowned, slightly surprised as I glanced at the woman on the couch.

Xuecheng was Li Xuecheng, Hong's archrival.

These two had been at odds all year, fighting over a commercial street.

I never expected this young wife to be Xuecheng's woman!

She must have planned this from the start!

Before I could speak, the man in the leather jacket and his men grabbed me.

"Come with us. We'll settle this with Xuecheng."

As a special industry, men had a harder time than women.

Not only did they have to please the women, but they also faced the danger of being sought after by rich women's men.

As I was taken away without resistance, I told Little Tiger and the others, "Go tell Sister Hong."