A few moments ago...
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*Warning* Mature scene [+18] - Start
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"Skip the meeting...aaahn..." Fu Lian moaned out, porting them into her space, she wrapped her legs around Yi Zen's hips, not allowing him to pull out.
Yi Zen exploded. Here she went again, with her naive tests of loyalty! In a spit of rage, he grabbed her neck, "You know I hate this place! What more do you want?!"
The initial sparks he felt toward this heaven-shattering beauty, were gone. After Yi Zen obtained her heart, he lost interest. Now, he wanted to be set free from this thorny prison he planted for himself.
"You!" Fu Lian looked up at him in loss, refusing to give up, "I'm giving you the last chance! Me or Bing Shi? Choose!" She was sure, Yi Zen didn't love her anymore. He changed so much! Who would want a cold and violent woman like her? When he had a cheerful girl by his side? At first, she thought that Bing Shi was like Fu Qin. And how wrong she was. Bing Shi was much worse. A nightmare.
The veins on Yi Zen's hands popped up, his teeth gnashing, "Bing Shi?" His manhood stood up straight as he pushed deep inside of Fu Lian. He stared at Fu Lian's beautiful eyes. Eyes which were usually filled with confidence, were now full of insecurities, "I never imagined doing such dirty things to her."
Fu Lian lifted her gaze in hope, "...Ahhh...Then who was the man who courted me?"
When Fu Lian ported both of them out, his thickness pumped her insides fiercely, his grip on her neck thickened, "My instincts as a man, when he finds his mate."
It brought Fu Lian to such highs, that she climaxed, "...Ahnn...Hold me... Don't...don't pull out...please..." While he choked her, she felt her insides being filled up with his seeds; her lips curled up in elation, "...Ahhhnn..."
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*Warning* Mature scene [+18] - END
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All Fu Lian had ever desired in this apocalyptic world was a life of leisure within her own space, cultivating crops and perhaps finding a partner to father her future children. However, not just any man would suffice. She wanted a man with the best genes.
Yi Zen seemed to fulfill all her criteria. She was delighted when he catered to all her needs. Despite Yi Zen's change, she couldn't deny the attraction she had towards this man. If she couldn't change him back, so be it. She couldn't imagine herself with anyone else. Yes, he was cold. He didn't show his love as before. But wasn't she the same, if not worse?
Fu Lian, due to the bad experience with men, despised all of them. In the beginning, she only wanted Yi Zen to be her sperm donor. But he sure took his time with the courting!
Little did she anticipate that she would come to love his true self even more than the facade he had presented.
Nevertheless, her daily interactions with men gradually reshaped her perspective. Men, it turned out, were not all cast from the same mold. Except, of course, for that repugnant pig who remained an exception in her eyes (Ziek).
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After the meeting concluded, Bing Shi and Ziek exchanged bemused glances as they observed Yi Zen's distracted demeanor.
Ziek couldn't help but chuckle at Yi Zen's preoccupied expression. "You look like someone who just knocked up his girlfriend without protection."
His amusement deepened upon seeing that his teasing had struck a chord. Evading an incoming ice sword, he continued to jest, "No wonder you were so eager to kill her."
Yi Zen's countenance grew darker in response. "Leave."
With obedient compliance, Bing Shi rose from her seat and made her way toward the exit. However, her eyes widened in alarm when she found herself surrounded by ten ice daggers, each positioned threateningly.
"You remain," Yi Zen instructed Bing Shi before turning his gaze to Ren Han. "The meeting is adjourned."
Bing Shi stood rooted in the place, feeling goosebumps when the daggers got near her neck. Feeling trapped, she turned back and resumed her seat in front of Yi Zen, her silence palpable.
Ziek disliked the sight of the oppressed Bing Shi, 'Why doesn't she fight back? Do something! Ask me for a fucking help at least! Just something! Anything!'
Sensing the chilling aura radiating from Yi Zen, Ziek stood up and exited the room. Standing next to the doors, he retrieved his phone and engaged in a game to pass the time as he waited for Grandma. Uncomfortably aware of the numerous pairs of eyes on him, his irritation grew, "What?"
"Nothing," Qua Tao and the others averted their gazes, deliberately ignoring the multitude of ethereal bullets swirling around the somber Ren Han.
The bullets formed an intricate pattern, resembling a group of infinite symbols (∞) that looked as if they were ready to explode at any moment.
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Yi Zen's gaze bore a frigid intensity as he directed it at the perpetrator. How many times did Bing Shi want him to restore Fu Lian's shattered confidence?
"Am I going to be an aunt?" Bing Shi mused, her lips curving into a self-contained smile. Concealing her trembling hands in her pockets, she attempted to disregard the intimidating presence of the daggers. Their mere existence unnerved her. "First, helping her exact revenge on both Fu Qin and me, and now this. Yi Zen, it seems you're succumbing to love."
The icy daggers around her abruptly dissipated. Yi Zen leaned back in his chair, his voice tinged with a melancholic note. "Is this what love feels like? A relentless urge to strangle her to death?"
Bing Shi let out a sigh. "Perhaps you wanted to choke her not because of anger, but due to your frustration that, even after all this time, she continues to harbor doubts about your feelings for her."
She continued, "It's not her fault, but mine. As a good aunt, from today onwards, I'm not going to taunt Fu Lian anymore. It would be bad for the child inside of her."
Yi Zen regarded his younger sister with an incomprehensible expression. "And how can you be so certain that she's pregnant?"
"With your golden seeds? She is," Bing Shi responded with a knowing smile. As she rose from her seat, she quipped, "Or should I continue being the villain?"
Yi Zen raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "What if I threw my support behind Fu Lian instead of you? How do you plan on targeting her?"
Approaching the door, Bing Shi paused, her smile enigmatic, "Who said my target is Fu Lian? You, my dear hypocrite, kicked Fu Qin despite acting exactly like her. Have you forgotten how you once displayed the traits of an infatuated fool too? Or should I remind you?"
Internally, Ziek reacted with a realization. 'Ah.'
A faint twitch touched the corner of Yi Zen's lips, a sense of vulnerability washing over him, almost as if an unseen fist had struck his gut. "I really feel sorry for your boyfriend."
Bing Shi's laughter filled the air. "I feel sorry for my boyfriend too. You can't even imagine how much he's endured just to be with such a sick person as me. You could say that I was even worse than Fu Lian. It's not that I was intentionally testing him; I simply needed more time to be able to trust someone." With that, she exited the office, her departure marked by her lingering words.
Left momentarily speechless, Yi Zen could only watch her exit.
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As the door softly clicked shut, Bing Shi strolled toward her tent.
"I wouldn't mind," Ziek showed a toothy grin, "I'm a bit sick myself."
"Aw," Bing Shi's chuckle bubbled forth, a melodious sound that resonated with warmth, "Grandson, you asked me for a hug right? Let me give you one."
Ziek blinked his eyes, and his mind momentarily froze, "Hm?" His attention was momentarily diverted by a faint vibration emanating from his phone.
A heartwarming GIF materialized on Ziek's phone screen. In this animated sequence, a friendly ghost playfully floated into view. With a cheerful expression, its outstretched arms contracted in a rhythmic motion, simulating the action of giving hugs.
(Bing Shi): Sending a virtual hug your way.
Ziek's heart experienced an imperceptible flutter, evoked by something so seemingly insignificant. "This doesn't count. I don't believe in ghosts," he muttered to himself, attempting to brush off the effect.
