Immoral Men and Women - Chapter 89: If You Really Want Me

Although his words were ambiguous and unclear, she understood without needing to confirm them.
The so-called satisfaction... naturally means abandoning all restraint and shame, and completely opening up, both body and mind.
In other words, who would have hoped to hear the soft moans and gasps that she naturally let out when she was playing with herself to the point of pleasure and relaxation?
Despite knowing what he was referring to, Xiao Mingming, who had been manipulated by He Zeng from the beginning until now, was still not very clear about how she was able to achieve that feeling and how she reacted at that time.
Moreover, she was also thinking that if her roommate found out about her embarrassing behavior, she would really want to die.
Besides, even when she reached her peak, she still felt somewhat restrained. She probably always felt like she was doing something immoral, or that she was always concerned about the impact on those around her, so she could only suppress herself and let out some vague moans.
Most of the time she was completely passive.
She was involuntarily controlled by him, all her senses either aroused or deprived by him. From physical contact to verbal manipulation, he always did things that made her unable to resist. He once tied her hands to a chair with a tie, or blindfolded her so she could see nothing, or locked her waist so she could not escape. She could only helplessly be manipulated by him, allowing him to bully her, and could only endure it, letting out soft moans.
But today is different; she will masturbate with full awareness.
Because it was masturbation, she actually had all the initiative in her own hands.
Even if you emphasize how much the person on the other end of the phone could corrupt her, how their words could lead her to ruin—the one who actually does it is still herself. In other words, she must understand that while this is his need, it is also her desire. She must admit it, she must face it.
So now, faced with his problem, she chooses to admit it.
"Mmm...it's wet." She was both shy and brave.
“Wipe it with your hand,” he then instructed on the next step.
Her small hand brushed across the bare petals; aside from cleaning and showering, she rarely touched that area. In her memory, He Zeng had touched it far more often than she had. As for that area now… it was delicate and soft, moist and slippery… but also sensitive. So, the moment her hand touched it, she quickly withdrew it.
"It itches," she answered softly.
"Besides itching?"
"...I don't remember." She wasn't lying; the touch was too brief, and she didn't have time to feel anything else.
"Then let's try again, Mingming, have some patience."
When she tried again, following his instructions, she gently dipped her fingertips into the love juice and slid them near the petals.
Her right hand was engaged in this masturbation, while her left hand, having nothing to hold onto, could only grip the sheets to alleviate the pleasure it brought. The trembling sensation came from the movement of her fingers; she was clearly touching that spot, yet the excitement seemed to travel deep into her mind—a feeling that left her both excited and bewildered.
She continued like this for a while, feeling the love fluid slowly flowing out, trickling from her opening, and staining her fingers. The increasing amount of fluid made her movements smoother, and also gave them a unique sound. Then she couldn't help but think of how He Zeng had used his hand to bring her to the brink of ecstasy several times. Perhaps it was the thought of his lustful yet gentle behavior towards her, and the fact that he was listening to her during this process, that made her groan softly.
"Hmm..." she sighed softly.
"Isn't it comfortable?"
Hearing his voice, she felt even hotter. In the past, he could probably bring her to orgasm in just a few minutes. But she was still struggling to find the right technique, and could only make circles with her hand without any real sensation.
"It's...okay." She really wanted to know how he did it, but she was too embarrassed to ask.
"If it's alright, let's continue." He seemed to be deliberately teasing her, or waiting for her to beg him.
So Xiao Mingming had no choice but to repeat what she had just done with a bitter face.
Her vaginal fluids increased, filling her palm with every scoop. Yet, the arousal she felt hadn't subsided. What began as mere curiosity had now become an irresistible urge...
She had to admit that she wanted it.
"Well, Mingming, is there anything you want to ask me?" he asked leisurely.
She didn't know how to ask, nor how to answer. Feeling the clear, slightly sticky fluid on her fingertips, her once-closed, delicate petals began to open. Her body was already prepared; if he were in front of her, she would probably, like before in the car, grab his sleeve and tell him to stop teasing her.
Under his instigation, she shamelessly played with her body until she craved love and was consumed by lust.
She wanted him more than ever before; she wanted him inside her, she wanted him to give her an orgasm.
"I..." she hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.
"What are you doing with your left hand?" he asked.
She was somewhat taken aback, then mumbled incoherently, "I didn't do anything..."
"Mingming, did you forget what I just taught you?"
He gently instructed her to rub her nipples with her left hand, just as he had taught her at the beginning, while her right hand continued to play with her petals. This intensified the pleasure even more, and she couldn't help but moan more frequently. But it wasn't enough, not enough. How had He Zeng brought her to the peak, making her tremble all over? She still didn't know.
She stopped when she smelled the jasmine scent in the room, because as the pleasure increased, her love juices gradually flowed onto the sheets.
"Mingming, what's wrong?"
"No...no, we can't do this, we'll have to wash the sheets again later." She stopped, panting, and glanced shyly at her lower body, where a wet patch remained, a mixture of sweat and vaginal fluid.
"Aren't you here yet?"
Caught off guard by the question, she could only stammer and admit, "Um..."
"Tell me what you want, and I'll tell you."
His languid voice captivated her, making her feel as if she were back in the night before, reliving the passionate scene of their encounter in the car. That intoxicating, blissful feeling, though somewhat painful and unbearable, also brought her pleasure.
So she blurted out, "I want..."
What do you want?
"want to……"
She was speechless, but thankfully he didn't force her to do anything.
“Tell me you want me.”

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