Chapter 2: Booking a Room for an Affair

At 6:30 in the evening, the last glow of the setting sun was still clinging to the clouds. A black veil of night was slowly falling over the lively streets, and the streetlights along the road came on one by one, announcing the start of a good night out.

Within the district, people came and went beneath brilliant lights. The smoke and aroma of street snacks and food rose gently into the air, and at the far end of the food-and-clothing street, the Yi Ran Hotel also switched on its neon signs.

Yi Ran Hotel was not big, just a small place with a little over fifty rooms, three floors in all. Thirty minutes earlier, room 308 had received its guests, a man and a woman. The man was a young guy, while the woman had sunglasses and a mask pulled tightly over her face. She kept her head down the whole time, looking very shy.

She should have been a great deal older than the man beside her.

The hotel owner was an experienced old hand, and he gave the young man at the counter a sly smile that said they both understood exactly what kind of business this was.

The owner handed over the room card, and ever since the pair walked into the hotel, his eyes had not left the masked woman.

She had a figure with all the right curves. At a glance, she clearly was not the kind of body a young girl would have.

She wore a somewhat old-fashioned black floral half-sleeve dress that fell to her calves, revealing a pair of fair, tight lower legs. On her feet were cute but slightly dated black flat shoes.

Especially when she was checking in, the woman kept her head down, awkwardly fidgeting with her fingers as he watched her. From years of experience, the owner could tell right away that she was not some woman working the rooms, but a proper, respectable woman through and through.

Out of the corner of his eye, the owner watched the young man holding her close. Maybe outside she had struggled a little in his arms, but because of her build, she could only let him do as he pleased.

Just as they were waiting for the elevator, the young man impatiently slid his hand onto her ass.

The owner’s eyes widened at once. He could almost feel the delicious bounce of that flesh as the woman twisted in protest under the filthy hand.

Ding. The elevator doors opened. The two of them stepped inside, and through the narrowing gap as the doors closed, the young man grinned at the owner.

That little business between a man and a woman, the sleazy bragging between men who like to chase skirts.

"Damn it, fuck," the owner muttered enviously, reading the young man’s lip movement perfectly: fucking.

This kid had some real skills. That woman was probably a married woman, maybe even someone’s mother.

The hotel’s single rooms were small, but the soundproofing was excellent. Unless you pressed yourself right against the door, you could not hear a thing inside. Room 308 was like that.

"Ohhh~~~ Ugh~~~ Ahhh~~~"

"Mm~~~ Mm~~~ Mm~~~"

The woman’s long, rising moans, mixed with the man’s deep, short breaths. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, sharp and wet, played out like a filthy primal symphony in the cramped suite.

A mask had fallen by the doorway, and her sunglasses lay tilted on the TV cabinet. Scattered among them were bits of the man’s and woman’s clothing.

Inside the room, the warm yellow ceiling light glowed, and the air conditioner hummed softly.

Under the bed, a mess of men’s and women’s shoes had been kicked aside. In the warm light, the woman’s black patent leather heels lay crooked on the floor, reflecting a sultry sheen.

"Mm~~~ Ahhh~~~"

A soft, bone-deep cry escaped her, and then from the white edge of the bed a smooth, beautiful foot suddenly stretched out straight like a spear.

The woman on the bed could no longer even cry out properly. Only muffled, biting little hums remained, a stubborn effort to endure.

But the man pounding her on the bed showed no intention of letting up. Only the crisp, filthy sound of flesh colliding kept growing louder.

"Mm~~~ Mm~~~ Mm~~~"

Her delicate nose kept making little sounds, and it was not hard to imagine her pretty face had already gone bright red under his thrusts.

The taut section of her calf began to tremble wildly.

And the most eye-catching thing of all was the pair of old, yellowing white triangle panties hanging around her ankle.

With every thrust from the man, the little panties bounced and swayed in a provocative rhythm.

Her patient, enduring attitude only stirred the competitive streak in the man pinned over her body.

Grinding his teeth, he let out a low sound and clenched his stomach muscles, then drove forward hard, brutally spearing straight into the tender center of her pussy.

"Ahhh~~~"

A forceful blow, an unrelenting blow, often achieved effects no one expected.

It made her brows lift sharply, her beautiful eyes roll white, and her soft lips open wide.

Tiny veins sprang up on her forehead, and that usually fierce combination instead produced something almost miraculous.

Beauty, depravity, ecstasy, all of it fused into a single flush that seeped down into her bones and spread across her face.

It was so beautiful, an extreme and obscene kind of beauty.

The woman’s panties at her ankle seemed to sense the overwhelming pleasure hidden in her expression. They trembled, then slipped onto the owner’s shoe by the bed.

That filthy little scene added another layer of shameful color to the room’s lewd tableau.

Only a few short seconds, yet the woman on the bed had already experienced what it meant to be launched straight into the clouds.

"Ahhh~~~ Mm~~~ Ahhh~~~ Mm~~~"

The man’s breathing was heavy and steady, but it was only a brief pause. He soon started pounding away again, driving into her lower body with relentless rhythm.

"Mm~~~ Don’t~~~ Ahhh~~~ No~~~ Slower~~~ Oh~~~"

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, and her eyes grew wet as her ruby lips let out those utterly seductive cries.

Her doorway was wide open, her legs hooked around the man’s arms to form a perfect M.

Below her belly, the fine hair over her cunt was soft and dark.

The tiny slit of that sensual, mysterious source of life had been filled by a thick brownish-black cock.

In and out, the cock was soaked dark purple-black by the juices flowing from her cunt.

"Mm~~~ Don’t~~~ Slower~~~ Ahh~~~"

Her soft, pleading voice did not stir any pity in the man. If anything, it seemed to rouse an even greater, darker urge to ravage her.

He wanted to use the little dick between his legs to pound her hard, to torment her until she was crying for her parents and gasping for breath.

"Ahh~ No way~~~ Ahh~~~ It’s coming~~~ Don’t~~~ Ugh~~~ Ahh~~~"

The filthy thrusting never stopped. At the point where his cock and her cunt met, thick liquid gathered in tiny drops, slowly sliding from the seam of her pussy toward the crease between her thighs. A great deal of it stayed clinging to the pink folds of her sex, and because more kept seeping out, it dripped onto the bedsheets in wet, obscene spots.

"Ahh~ Slower~~~ It’s coming again~~~ Ahh~~~ Don’t~~~ It’s coming~~~ Ahh~~~"

Her lower abdomen tightened, and the sucking force inside her cunt grew sharply stronger. The man held himself back, taking a long breath and forcing his rhythm into line, trying to lock down the urge to cum.

"Ahhh~~~"

Her full, rounded belly arched like a crescent moon, her head tipped back, and her hands clutched the sheets at both sides with all her strength.

The man could only feel a scorching current inside her cunt washing over his glans. He was just about to lose control.

"Sister Huijuan~~~ Feels good, doesn’t it~~~"

Her eyes were unfocused, her cheeks flushed red.

A fine sheen of sweat covered her entire body beneath the warm yellow light.

She looked flawless, her skin glossy and tender like water-polished jade.

Their lower bodies stayed tightly joined, and after a while the man gritted his teeth and, breathing hard, called out the respectful form of address he normally used for her.

"Mm~~~ Ahh~ Mm~~~ Don’t~~~ Ahh~~~ Feels good~~~ Oh~~~ Feels so good~~~ Xiao Gao~~~ Slower~~~ Ahh~~~" At first the woman shook her head, not wanting to answer, but there was nothing she could do.

The man on top of her showed no intention of letting her off. Seeing that she still would not speak, he drove hard into her center again and again.

The tide had not even faded before a new wave of pleasure hit.

The straightforward woman trembled all over and finally let out a string of soft, pleading whimpers.

"Ha-ha," satisfied with that answer, the man let out a laugh that sounded like a pig grunting.

From the way the two of them spoke, their identities were already clear. Yes, the sneaking couple in the hotel bed were Gao Qi and Chen Huijuan.

"You~~~ Don’t~~~" Chen Huijuan protested coquettishly, smacking the man’s stomach and twisting her full hips as a reminder.

At an age when desire was fierce and restless, suddenly being left hanging there was enough to drive anyone mad.

It was like being scratched by a cat, neither up nor down, just hot and unbearable.

"Good darling, big darling. Listen to you. When I go fast, you say it’s too fast, and now that I go slow, you say it’s too slow," the man teased her.

"What fast or slow? I never said to stop," Chen Huijuan exhaled softly, her voice growing smaller and smaller as she spoke.

"Fine, fine, fine. Pretty girl, I’ll give it to you, I’ll give you all of it," Gao Qi said as he pressed down and drove his waist hard into her body.

"Ahhh~~~ Don’t~ Ha~ Oh~~~ No~~~ Slower~ Oh~ It hurts~~~ Ahh~~~" Being pinned and fucked so hard by the young man, Chen Huijuan was enjoying herself. In him, she felt the kind of happiness her older girlfriends joked about when they teased her over a little puppy lover.

As he thrust into her, he licked the fair skin of her neck and chest, especially when he kissed her nipples like a child, one rough, scorching breath after another setting her heart on fire and making her body tingle.

"Good sister, good mother-in-law, I’m coming," Gao Qi said as he drove into her, the pleasure inside her cunt stacking higher and higher until the numb, delicious sensation shot straight into his head. So good he blurted out the darkest words without any restraint.

"Ahhh~~~ You little bastard~~~ Ugh~~~ Don’t~~~ Say nonsense~~~" Chen Huijuan was badly stirred by it. What kind of thing was this, ending up in bed with the man she had privately approved as her future son-in-law?

"Ahh~~~" The supreme, taboo thrill made the respectable woman’s center tighten hard, clamping tightly around the man inside her.

"Ugh~~~" The extreme pleasure of being taken in her cunt and inner passage made Gao Qi clench his teeth, hold his breath, and stare with wide eyes.

Not long after, Chen Huijuan came with a gush of female juices, and Gao Qi shot his seed at the same time. They both hit their climax.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

"Mm~ Mm~ Mm~"

In the large guest room, only the breathing of the young man and the mature woman remained.

Before long, a thick, crisp slap sounded on the bed, followed by the woman’s soft, seductive cry of pain.

"You little bastard, why are you hitting my ass for no reason?"

"Where’s the ruby? Where’s the red ruby I told you to wear? Why is it gone?"

"Ah~ I..." Chen Huijuan seemed about to explain something.

"Bitch, what did you just call me? Little bastard? Fine, fine. In bed you call me husband, out of bed you call me bastard."

"Ahhh~~~ Don’t~~~ You’re crushing me~~~"

"Was I wrong or not?"

"You were not wrong."

Their noisy arguing eventually died down, and the faint trembling of the bed returned, only to be drowned out not long after by the woman’s lingering, sweet moans.