"Wrong Elevator, Wrong Door" - Chapter 83: Foaming at the Mouth (H)

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Cheng Xiaoyu flipped over and pinned Yan Yu beneath her, supporting Yan Yu's shoulders and lifting her upper body slightly. She squinted her eyes, stuck out her little red tongue, shook her head, and licked her lips. Before Yan Yu could react, she already found it hilarious, lying on Yan Yu's chest, patting the bed, laughing so hard she couldn't get up.
Yan Yu flipped over and pinned Cheng Xiaoyu back down. "Is that all you've got?"
Cheng Xiaoyu's face flushed with laughter. After finally managing to stop, she held her breath, stuck out her tongue, licked the area, blinked, and called out "honey."
This time, Yan Yu couldn't help but laugh. He shook his head and said, "Little ostrich, you're not suited for the sexy route."
Cheng Xiaoyu felt embarrassed by Yan Yu's laughter, so she snorted and rolled back onto Yan Yu, saying, "If you laugh again, I'll beat you up."
Yan Yu flipped over and pinned him down again. "You've gotten addicted to beating people up today? You're treating me like your high school deskmate, right? You mean you like to hit me when you're affectionate?"
Cheng Xiaoyu grabbed Yan Yu's cotton vest with both hands and cried out, "No, I want to be on top... Ah!" Cheng Xiaoyu was having too much fun flipping around and accidentally rolled off the bed. Well, not only did she fall hard onto the ground, but Yan Yu also landed heavily on top of her.
Yan Yu quickly pushed himself up and asked, "Baby, are you alright?"
Cheng Xiaoyu said with a mournful face, "My back is broken!"
Yan Yu picked up Cheng Xiaoyu and placed her on the bed. He lifted her nightgown and looked at her, noticing that her waist was indeed a little red. Yan Yu gently rubbed it with his hand, and Cheng Xiaoyu cried out and kicked Yan Yu. The kick made her waist hurt even more, and Cheng Xiaoyu grimaced and tugged at the bed sheet.
Yan Yu was both amused and exasperated. "Grandpa, can't you just behave yourself?" He rubbed Cheng Xiaoyu's waist for a while until her expression gradually relaxed. Yan Yu was relieved to know that she hadn't sprained her muscles. He saw the girl lying on the bed with her legs dangling, enjoying his massage while hugging the little ostrich doll on the bedside table and saying that Yan Yu was a big bad guy who made her fall to the ground and that she would never talk to him again.
Yan Yu sighed helplessly, "Cheng Xiaoyu, you're so heartless, all you do is torment me all day long."
Cheng Xiaoyu turned around, a charming smile playing on her lips. She rested one hand on her cheek, her pearly teeth slightly parted as she gently bit her thumb, her cute little tongue darting out to lick her delicate fingers, before she winked at him softly.
She looked so cute and alluring, like a flirtatious little enchantress. Yan Yu's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. He leaned in to kiss her, but she pushed him away, saying, "Yay! I've finally learned how to seduce people! A complete victory!"
Yan Yu, gripping the edge of the bed with both hands, said sullenly, "You brat, your back doesn't hurt anymore, huh?"
"Haha, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"If it doesn't hurt, let's get down to business." Yan Yu pressed down and gave him a bear hug.
Cheng Xiaoyu started chattering again, "My back hurts, don't put your weight on me."
"Didn't you just say it didn't hurt?" Yan Yu's actions were a bit hasty. Without even taking off his pajamas, he grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's panties, kneaded them a few times, and then thrust inside.
Cheng Xiaoyu shrank back as Yan Yu pushed her, until her head was against the headboard. Cheng Xiaoyu continued to move backward relentlessly until she was sitting up, with nowhere left to hide against the headboard. Only then did she reluctantly wrap her legs around Yan Yu's waist like a fairy and tightly entwine them.
Yan Yu rubbed her chest and inhaled, "You're clinging to me like this right from the start, you little ostrich, are you trying to be arrogant?"
Cheng Xiaoyu chuckled, wrapped her arms around Yan Yu's neck, and whispered in his ear, "Don't you like it when it's tighter, hmm? Honey~"
Yan Yu cursed under his breath and rammed the headboard with all his might, making it creak. He then used his fingernails to scratch Cheng Xiaoyu's pert nipples through her pajamas.
Cheng Xiaoyu let out a muffled groan, her fingers scratching Yan Yu's firm nape like a kitten. The more she scratched, the more Yan Yu felt itchy. He grabbed her hands, pried them off the back of his neck, and pressed them against the headboard. His large penis thrust in and out of that moist place even more powerfully.
Because her hands were raised high, Cheng Xiaoyu's small breasts stood out even more. Yan Yu pressed down on both of her hands with one hand, and with the other hand, he tore open the neckline of her nightgown, allowing his palm to make direct and intimate contact with those two soft mounds.
Cheng Xiaoyu twisted her body unhappily and said, "Hey, you tore my favorite pajamas, you have to pay me back."
"Okay, I'll compensate you." Yan Yu lowered his head and sucked on the cute, soft nipple, chewing it wantonly. His strong, muscular buttocks moved in and out between her two fair legs with increasing impudence.
Leaning against the headboard, her breath unsteady, Cheng Xiaoyu still managed to say, "You're not allowed to compensate me for those pajamas that aren't exactly what respectable women wear... Ah, ah~ Yan Yu, you're too rough, you've ruined them~"
Yan Yu raised his head and licked her delicate collarbone. "Where did you hurt it?"
"You scoundrel!" Cheng Xiaoyu said coquettishly, "You tore my clothes, you have no mercy on me at all."
Yan Yu chuckled softly, "You're not being gentle with me and you're already so wet. If I'm gentle with you, it'll be a disaster. My little darling, if you come a few more times, I'll be more gentle with you. If you keep acting all coy, I'll really break your back today."
Cheng Xiaoyu hugged Yan Yu's neck and said, "Good brother, you've already gone so deep, how much more obedient do you want me to be?"
Yan Yu tenderly kissed the skin between her brows and her thin eyelids, making Cheng Xiaoyu giggle. Their young bodies intertwined in the most intimate way, their fingers clasped together, their breaths mingling. He carved deep within her, each stroke revealing his unique strength and scent—a dizzying rhythm and tremor, so intense it was etched into Cheng Xiaoyu's very bones. Years later, in unsettling dreams, Cheng Xiaoyu could still recall the rhythm and breath she shared with Yan Yu. Only then did she begin to regret that she and Yan Yu had done it so many times, so many times that her body had formed a memory that could never be erased.
But the Cheng Xiaoyu who was currently experiencing a tingling, slightly panting sensation had no idea what the Cheng Xiaoyu of many years later would be thinking. Right now, she was only focused on her comfort and even knew how to tell some suggestive riddles, "Yan Yu, guess what something is that often foams at the mouth and is very, very fierce?"
Yan Yu said, "Is that even a question?"
Cheng Xiaoyu said, "There's a prize if you guess correctly!"
Yan Yu kissed her rosy cheeks and nudged her affectionately, "What award is it, baby?"
Cheng Xiaoyu hooked her arm around his neck and said, "You guessed right, I'll help you take a bath today."
Yan Yu smirked, "Where should I wash it?"
Cheng Xiaoyu smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkling, "I'll wash you with my mouth, you can wash wherever you want."
"This is what you said," Yan Yu whispered the answer in Cheng Xiaoyu's ear.
Cheng Xiaoyu covered her mouth and giggled. Yan Yu thrust hard into that soft, moist spot. "Am I right?"
"No, that's not right." Cheng Xiaoyu shook her head, propping herself up on the bed. "Anything that foams at the mouth and acts really fierce is a crab, you idiot!"
Yan Yu was furious, clenching his fists. "Cheng Xiaoyu, you're playing me."
Cheng Xiaoyu giggled as she was once again hugged and tackled to the ground.
An hour later, Yan Yu lay in the bathtub like a grandpa, while Cheng Xiaoyu knelt between his legs, her head bobbing up and down. He hadn't even answered her question correctly, yet she was still being asked to serve him. All he did was ask her a ridiculous riddle: what hairy thing wakes up lazy people every morning? Cheng Xiaoyu thought for a moment and cautiously answered, "A rooster." If he dared say the answer was his...thing, she would argue back. Although she had occasionally received such a wake-up call, it was only occasional, not every day! Yan Yu smiled slightly, "Wrong." Cheng Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows, "Wrong? Then what is it?" Tell me, tell me, and I'll immediately refute you! "It's..." Yan Yu drawled, watching Cheng Xiaoyu's eyebrows rise higher and higher, then suddenly patted her head and said, "It's a feather duster." Cheng Xiaoyu's eyebrows immediately deflated like a rooster's, forming a downward-pointing brow. How pathetic! A feather duster! Yan Yu smiled smugly, picked up Cheng Xiaoyu and walked towards the bathroom, "Little baby, let's take a bath, you promised to use your mouth."
After a short while, the thing in Cheng Xiao's mouth gradually swelled up. She gripped the furry base with her small hands, feeling utterly miserable. "Feather duster, feather duster..." Even the naive Cheng Xiao knew that once the upper mouth finished its service, it was time for the lower mouth to do its work. She resignedly continued her service, leaning against the bathtub wall. The water around her rippled like ocean waves. Could she pretend she was on a beach in the Maldives? But the man behind her kept interrupting her fantasy, pounding into her as if her body were falling apart. He was as fierce as a monster, panting heavily, his thrusts endless. Sometimes, when the thrusts were particularly hard, Cheng Xiao would bang her chin against the bathtub wall and mutter softly, "Domestic violence, I oppose domestic violence."
Yan Yu squinted at the slightly swollen, delicate little hole that kept going in and out, but his ears were still very sharp. He slapped Cheng Xiaoyu's pert little buttocks hard with his big hand. "What are you saying? Many women would beg for this kind of domestic violence."
Cheng Xiaoyu turned around with a frown, and said with dissatisfaction, "Stabbing someone with a feather duster, isn't that domestic violence?"
Yan Yu laughed heartily, his thick penis trembling slightly inside Cheng Xiaoyu's tight vaginal walls. Cheng Xiaoyu lifted herself up, wrapped her arms around Yan Yu's neck, and whispered in his ear, "It's trembling like a vibrator."
Yan Yu laughed and shook his head. "Cheng Xiaoyu, you're practically born to bring me bad luck." He hugged her slender waist tightly and kissed her deeply. The silhouette of the two of them embracing in the steamy bathroom was so beautiful. What did the ambiguous feelings between high school classmates and teenagers matter? None of it mattered. Yan Yu and Cheng Xiaoyu's relationship was truly unbreakable.

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