adorable little lamb

The first advertisement, a condom commercial
, features a woman whose breasts are covered by large hands, accompanied by blushing and heart-pounding moans. Her long, flowing hair cascades across the white sheets, and her underwear is made of woven condoms. Another scene shows long, slender, white legs wrapped around a man's waist, using the position to conceal her private parts, evoking suggestive imagery of sexual intercourse.
The bold and provocative advertising concept, coupled with the sexy appearance and alluring physique of rising star Shang Zhuofeng, ensured that the condom company, which invested heavily in the commercial, essentially recouped its costs. Even though it was a restricted-access advertisement, its beautiful, romantic, and passionate scenes, reminiscent of a music video, kept the video at the top of search rankings for eight weeks. Fans and ordinary office workers alike were intrigued by the blindfolded female lead in the ad—who was the lucky one chosen to film such a passionate commercial with the superstar Shang Zhuofeng? No one knew.
Although Shang Zhuofeng had only officially debuted a few months ago, his tall stature and athletic physique had already caught the attention of modeling agencies during his high school years. He was constantly offered advertising, music video, and runway shows. While his work was limited due to his studies, his unique personal style made him a sought-after model, and he was signed to a management company for professional training months before graduation.
Yang Aiyuan helplessly watched the condom advertisement replay over and over again, feeling incredibly awkward. No one knew that she was the female lead in the advertisement. Yang Aiyuan hadn't told her parents or friends; firstly, she was embarrassed to say it, and secondly, she felt even more embarrassed after the filming and airing.
The scenes from the advertisement played repeatedly in her mind—Shang Zhuofeng's touches, caresses, and passionate kisses. Damn it, she could feel his physical reaction to her. Why hadn't she given him her virginity yet? Sigh, although girls shouldn't be too casual, what's wrong with giving your virginity to someone you like?
Shang Zhuofeng's protection of her was so tight that as long as Yang Aiyuan didn't tell anyone, it was a secret known only to heaven, earth, you, and me.
This strict protection stemmed from a previous incident where a female celebrity faced severe backlash for a sexually explicit advertisement. The internet was flooded with insults and abuse, the obscene and violent language unbearable. Coupled with the impact of the Edison Chen photo scandal, female celebrities now cherish their bodies immensely, using body doubles for any overly revealing scenes.
For these and other reasons, Shang Zhuofeng wouldn't allow anyone any opportunity to fantasize about Yang Aiyuan. However, fan fiction about the video still proliferated online, and the edited pornographic images were utterly appalling.
"Ha." Yang Aiyuan was startled. "Haha, startled, huh? Watching that ad again? Aren't you tired of it?" Sheng Linhan glanced at the TV in the condom section. Even without her friend's knowledge, she knew the woman in the ad was Yang Aiyuan—it was probably just a woman's assumption.
Plus, her husband had remained chaste for her, almost turning into a werewolf, yet he hadn't devoured her. What was a little teasing? The female lead was quite happy being "eaten.
" "I didn't expect you, you little pervert, to be so engrossed in this. Did you see the mole on the female lead's collarbone?" The female lead in the advertisement did indeed have a noticeable black mole on her right collarbone. The image lingered on it for about three seconds, and it wasn't noticeable unless you looked closely. Viewers of advertisements are usually only attracted to the act of the man and woman having sex, rarely paying attention to how many moles or hairs the female lead has.
Yang Aiyuan was genuinely frightened. She had grown up with Sheng Linhan and knew exactly how much body hair she had, let alone such a prominent mole.
"Relax, I know even if you don't say it, it's just that sometimes I wonder if you've already been devoured.
" Yang Aiyuan quickly left the advertising screen; if she didn't leave this area soon, her face would turn as red as a condom package. Sheng Linhan simply followed behind, speaking in a cool voice that only the two of them could hear, saying things that made Yang Aiyuan even more uncomfortable.
"Last week, someone's chapped lips made people think they ate something unclean, like semen or something, right? A few days ago, someone's chest was scratched raw, which could also be from friction, especially the neck area, which was scratched red, looking like someone had sucked blood rather than a mosquito bite." "
Comparing colors? Sigh, the little lamb is still a bit naive. Maybe she won't be so shy after being eaten by the big bad wolf, but who knows.
" "Sheng Linhan, that's enough." Even gentle lambs have tempers; as long as you don't burn the lamb meat, it's fine. Sometimes, you can burn the wool for fun.
"Every time I see that ad, I get so angry. That woman must be really ugly, otherwise why would she cover her eyes? And she must have slept with the director to get this ad." The random female passerby shamelessly commented on the ad she had just seen to her companion.
"That's right, I wonder how many people have been with that body of hers. Maybe Teng was seduced by her too. I really want my cute little Teng's first time. And didn't you see his body? His muscles are so bouncy. Someone like him must have a super strong sex drive. Seven times a night probably wouldn't be enough. If he hired prostitutes, I'd be willing to become his exclusive."
Good heavens, so many lustful women are coveting Shang Zhuoteng's body in broad daylight. It seems Shang Zhuoteng's charm is truly boundless.
Yang Aiyuan's face darkened even more as the young girl who had also been watching the ad followed behind her. Even though she knew they were saying these things out of jealousy, it still made her uncomfortable.
"Don't worry too much about those insignificant people. Poor Shang Zhuoteng, he's already become the object of lustful women's fantasies." Sheng Linhan tightened her grip on Yang Aiyuan's hand and walked out of the supermarket. A black BMW was parked outside; it was obvious which young master it belonged to.
"Keep a good mood, good luck! Successfully steal the base soon~" Sheng Linhan gave her a thumbs-up gesture and went back to her dorm.
Yang Aiyuan responded with a bitter smile, watching Sheng Linhan leave. It seemed like she was only interested in him, otherwise why hadn't Shang Zhuofeng made any move all these years? The only time he showed any reaction was during an advertisement shoot in front of everyone—it was hardly a spark.
The strong masculine scent in the car made every cell in Yang Aiyuan crave Shang Zhuoteng, yet she couldn't escape it. He was her childhood friend, her best friend, the person she liked, the person she wanted to marry, but she could never figure him out. She didn't know what he thought of her. Was the tacit understanding between them called ambiguity? Was the deep affection during the advertisement shoot genuine? Frustrated by the lack of answers to many questions,
Shang Zhuofeng looked at the silent and somewhat sullen Yang Aiyuan, wondering what she was thinking. The rise and fall of her breasts with each breath reminded him of the touch he felt during the advertisement shoot two months ago; even now, he could still feel that softness. "Idiot, if I didn't like her, would I have specifically asked her to shoot this kind of advertisement?"
Although he also had his own selfish motives—wanting to openly take advantage of her, to see if she would reject him, if she truly had feelings for him—so much time had passed without any movement. He assumed it was just shyness and avoidance, but today he couldn't hold back any longer. If they weren't sure of each other's feelings, he'd just force himself on her. He'd finally made it to her 20th birthday; he couldn't let her get away.
The quiet atmosphere in the car felt eerie as the two, each lost in their own thoughts, embarked on their journey to the family gathering.
"Yuanyuan's 20 this year, she's of marriageable age! When you were your age, Zhuoteng was already in my belly." Shang Zhuoteng glanced at his mother, who really knew how to bring up the most awkward topics.
He'd only ever liked this one girl since he was little, and he still hadn't won her over, which was quite frustrating. He just hoped his mother wouldn't interfere; he was the one who should handle his woman.
"Hehe, yeah." Yang Aiyuan was a little embarrassed by the open topic. After all, even the most explicit topics were only discussed with Sheng Linhan, not with their parents' generation.i=32>As early as when they saw the condom advertisement, both sets of parents thought that the two children had already had an affair. Little did they know that the restrained Shang Zhuoteng had suppressed his desires and slowly led the little lamb into the trap, devouring him step by step.

The two families, secretly delighted, had even begun planning the wedding, but neither of the children had mentioned it, much to their anxiety.
"Yuanyuan, are you going back to school after dinner? Why don't you stay at our house? Zhuofeng can take you back tomorrow morning." Without further ado, Shang's mother pulled Yang Aiyuan into the house, deciding for her. Yang's parents left with peace of mind, after all, their daughter would eventually marry into the Shang family, and it was good for her to get familiar with the environment early.
"Your room is next to Zhuofeng's. If you need to use the toilet or shower, you'll have to go to Zhuofeng's room; it's closer. Anyway, Zhuofeng's room is never locked, so you can come in whenever you want." Shang's mother created favorable conditions for the young couple's tryst. Even if they slept in the same room, it wouldn't matter, but they should take it slow to avoid scaring their future daughter-in-law.
Yang Aiyuan curiously touched the portable shower enclosure in Shang Zhuofeng's bathroom. She'd never seen one before, only heard of it. "Tsk tsk," she thought, "rich celebrities really know how to enjoy life." She, a poor student, lived in a shared apartment, where the best they had was hot water and a showerhead; she'd never find a sauna, massage, or acoustic bathtub like this.
To avoid embarrassment, Shang Zhuofeng didn't stay in the room to work, but he couldn't help glancing at the bathroom. The semi-transparent glass door revealed a petite woman's figure. Her large breasts made her lean forward slightly, her back a little hunched. The hazy figure only fueled his desire. Shang Zhuoteng restrained himself from looking any longer and was about to leave when he heard a scream from the bathroom.
"What happened?" He rushed to the bathroom door, almost breaking down the door.
"Nothing, I just didn't expect the water to spray from above, soaking my hair," Yang Aiyuan replied innocently, slowly figuring out how to use this high-tech gadget. She hadn't expected the water to spray directly from above.
"How can you be so clumsy? Did you fall? Can't you read the diagram?" Shang Zhuofeng was helpless against the woman who had been yelling at him since childhood.
"Wait a minute, let me put on my clothes, come in and teach me." She had just wrapped herself in a bath towel and was about to step out of the bathroom when Shang Zhuofeng pushed the door open and came in. Although she was a little embarrassed by being wrapped in a bath towel, she thought about how she was almost naked when shooting the advertisement, and how her breasts had been touched, so what was there to be embarrassed about? She shook her head, lifted her foot and stepped out, but got stuck and fell directly into Shang Zhuofeng's arms, the bath towel coming undone.
Shang Zhuofeng helped the little woman up, his eyes already tinged with lust. The little woman, still unaware, pulled the slightly loose bath towel in front of him and tied it back up.
Looking down at her deep cleavage, it was as if he could see a dense forest, making him want to explore the beauty of the flower cave inside.
After belatedly adjusting her towel, Yang Aiyuan looked up and realized that Shang Zhuofeng seemed to have been waiting for her for a long time. She stuck out her tongue, preparing to step aside so he could come in and teach her how to use the bathroom, unaware that her pink tongue had broken the last thread of her reason.
"Did you fall?" Shang Zhuofeng placed her on the sink, carefully checking her legs. Not understanding why she was being lifted and placed on the sink, although she felt strange, seeing him so earnestly checking for injuries warmed Yang Aiyuan's heart. Her
slender white legs were spread and arched, the hem of the towel slightly open, revealing her private parts. The fact that the little woman was like a doll, allowing him to move her as he pleased, pleased the man. He lifted Yang Aiyuan's chin, his masculine hormones surging into his nostrils.
"Mmm." The overwhelming force left her no room to struggle, only to submit. His large hand directly opened the towel, exposing her rounded breasts to his gaze. Gentle caresses stimulated their erection. Yang Aiyuan's legs, like in an advertisement, clamped tightly around the man's waist, forming a beautiful bow, offering her two red breasts to Shang Zhuofeng's mouth, stimulating her maternal instincts, causing him to suckle like a baby.
Yang Aiyuan willingly accepted the seduction, willingly jumping into the trap he had set, held tightly by him, only able to be intoxicated by him.
His right hand reached down, gently piercing the passage. The soft walls contracted due to the intrusion, trying to push it out, tightly gripping his fingers.
"It hurts, don't come in." Yang Aiyuan regained some of her senses due to the sudden pain. Although his teasing made her lower abdomen inexplicably tighten, wanting more, the pain from the insertion of her index finger made her unwilling to let it continue.
"It's really tight... Yuanyuan, relax... open your legs wider." Her weak legs couldn't move on their own; she could only watch as Shang Zhuoteng spread her legs, creating a shameful yet lewd position.
Having just experienced desire, Yang Aiyuan submitted to Shang Zhuoteng's teasing, secreting more love fluid that soaked her fingers. The man slowly inserted a second finger.
"Ugh, no, no more." Shang Zhuoteng's large hands were filled with equally thick and long fingers, each one making it exceptionally difficult for her honeyed orifice to receive.
"Good girl, bear with it, just one more finger will do." Her cries were intermittent, a mixture of pleasure and pain. Two fingers had already left no room for a third; it was unimaginable how difficult it would be for a male member to enter.
Such a small doll, such a small entrance, making it difficult for her little brother to enter. Shang Zhuoteng rubbed her buttocks, slowly relaxing the tense Yang Aiyuan in his arms.
"It hurts...no more...it feels like it's tearing me apart...no..." If she didn't move, the fingers might not be able to penetrate that deeply. Yang Aiyuan struggled to break free from Shang Zhuoteng's control, but this only caused the long fingers to penetrate even deeper and cause more pain. The long middle finger could even scrape against the thin hymen with a slight extension.
"It hurts..." Yang Aiyuan's body tensed, her grip so tight that the long fingers couldn't even withdraw.
Water dripped from her hair, falling onto her shoulders. Tears silently streamed from the corners of her eyes, mingling with the water droplets on her collarbone, sliding down her nipples where the man kissed them off, gently biting her already erect buds.
The excessive intimacy relaxed Yang Aiyuan; all she needed to do was lean against Shang Zhuoteng's chest, surrendering herself to him, letting him kiss her entire body, his fingers gently moving.
The lustful fluid flowing from the small opening filled her entire palm. Her lower abdomen rose and fell with the speed of his fingers, her inner walls contracting faster and faster, her smooth back already covered with Yang Aiyuan's finger marks.
"Ah~~" The remaining screams fell into her mouth as her wet fingers withdrew from her vagina. The nectar that gushed from the passage smeared Shang Zhuoteng's wrist and forearm before entering Shang Zhuofeng's mouth. She lifted her face, trying to hide it. Yang Aiyuan stared wide-eyed as Shang Zhuofeng devoured the fluid flowing from her lower abdomen with an extremely lewd expression, and her lower abdomen felt aroused again.
How could Shang Zhuofeng not know what she was thinking? She tried to turn her face away, but he grabbed it, and a finger covered in the love juice of her first orgasm was stuffed into her mouth, bewitched into licking it like he did.
Shang Zhuoteng's fingers traced the shape of her lips, teasing her pink tongue inside her mouth. Yang Aiyuan should have felt disgusted and embarrassed, but she unconsciously swallowed it, as if under a spell, enjoying this flirtatious sexual game with Shang Zhuofeng.
"Little lamb, remember, your first time can only be with me. Only I can pierce that thin membrane, only I can possess you, seduce you, caress you like this. Don't even think about escaping." A subtle warning followed, leaving deep and shallow teeth marks and kisses on her neck, ears, and nipples.

Chapter Two: Falling into the Trap.
"Yuanyuan, are you in Zhuoteng's room?" Unable to find her in the guest room, Shang's mother called from the doorway of Shang Zhuoteng's room.
Shang's mother's call was like a spell breaking a spell; Yang Aiyuan, still sitting on the washbasin, suddenly snapped back to reality, finding herself completely naked, leaning against Shang Zhuoteng's chest, her legs still wrapped around the man's strong waist.i=35> What would happen if Shang's mother came in and saw this? She almost wanted to scream. How could this happen? What just happened? How could she not control herself and be seduced by him, reaching orgasm in his hands? It was so embarrassing, her face was burning.

"Mom, is it necessary for Yuanyuan to shout like that in my room?" Shang Zhuoteng was annoyed that the once weak and delicate woman had suddenly changed and become resistant to him.
Don't forget, she's already his.
"Oh, okay, okay, I was just concerned about Yuanyuan. Do you want some late-night snacks?" Shang's mother asked again, unwilling to give up.
"No, we're not eating. Yuanyuan will go to sleep after her bath."
"If Yuanyuan is tired, she can just sleep in your room. It'll save her from running back and forth and getting even more tired." The voices that had been walking away drifted back.
She was so embarrassed. Had she shouted too loudly? Waaah, my innocence has really been ruined by this devil.
Without giving her much time to feel remorse, Shang Zhuoteng rubbed her tender red lips, picked her up, and placed her directly into the bathtub, turning on the massage and music functions. The warm water gradually filled the tub.
"Want me to help you wash?" Shang Zhuoteng looked at the little woman who was facing him with her head down. She was so thoroughly captivated by him that it would be a lie to say she had no feelings for him. If she dared to hide her feelings again, Shang Zhuoteng wouldn't mind using the same method to make her relive the experience.
"No need." Yang Aiyuan mumbled, looking at her naturally stretched legs slightly parted from the "vigorous" movement. Under the man's intense gaze, she didn't know whether to close her legs or not.
Annoyed, she glanced at the man still squatting beside her and said coquettishly, "Hurry up and get out."
"I haven't washed my hands yet." A seemingly random sentence made the still confused lamb look up at the lion above her.
His wicked right hand reached between her legs again, the water rippling and naturally parting her labia. The man's fingers quickly entered and withdrew along the water, eliciting a scream from the woman.
"What are you doing?" Yang Aiyuan pushed away Shang Zhuoteng, who was approaching. How could he do this? The feeling of his fingers penetrating her still sensitive little hole, which had just climaxed , tormented her.
As if her legs were being wiped with a rag, Shang Zhuoteng's lips curled into a satisfied smile.
"All clean." Shang Zhuoteng left the bathroom with a flourish, wanting the little sheep to never forget the feeling of his touch, leaving Yang Aiyuan still in a state of shock.
"Shang Zhuoteng, you bastard." She cursed weakly, as if a little woman was cursing a man in bed for seducing her but not satisfying her desires.
Not bad, having the energy to curse meant she definitely had the energy to shower.
The nonchalant man sat reading under the warm yellow light, only he knew clearly that his groin was still taut, showing no sign of letting go. Fortunately, the little sheep was only focused on her own body, otherwise he wouldn't have let her off so easily this time.
A hazy, warm scent separated the sensual bathroom from the bedroom. Shang Zhuoteng's calm demeanor resembled a husband waiting for his wife to emerge from the bath, but in reality, he was waiting for the little lamb who wanted to escape and spend her life in the bathroom to come out.
"Yafen, have you noticed that Yuanyuan seems to be avoiding Zhuoteng even more since that night she stayed at your house?
" Worried, Yang's mother began to wonder if her daughter's relationship with the Shang family boy was over.
Shang's mother smiled and said, "Shuhui, Yuanyuan is probably embarrassed. That day, I saw that impatient Zhuoteng seem to have started right there in the bathroom, making me search everywhere for Yuanyuan. Turns out he's hiding her. If that boy hadn't been like a little lion since he was little, I would have definitely instilled in him from a young age that he could only marry Yuanyuan."
"Didn't your son used to say that our Yuanyuan was a tigress? The two of them together would be perfect." If her daughter married into the Shang family, it would be convenient to see her; if she really married into another family, Yang's mother would definitely be heartbroken and worried.
"To be honest, I remember when Zhuo Teng came back from university the year he returned, he brought a female classmate home, right? That's when I found out Yuan Yuan liked Zhuo Teng." Since the young couple seemed to have no problems, the two mothers excitedly began discussing their little romance.
"Our Yuan Yuan has liked him since she was four years old." Yang's mother also felt that her daughter had good taste, choosing the right son-in-law so early.
"Do you remember how wild Yuan Yuan was when she was little? She never lost a fight with boys, climbing up and down. A bunch of little brats would gang up on her, and Zhuo Teng would come home from school and save her from the park, carrying the badly beaten Yuan Yuan back on his back. From then on, Yuan Yuan's personality changed a bit, and I knew she liked Zhuo Teng."
"Haha, I thought they were just getting along better the more they argued, but our lion is really good to Yuan Yuan. He never picks me up from work, but if Yuan Yuan wants to go somewhere, he takes her there without hesitation." Shang's mother felt a little jealous thinking about her son's usual doting behavior towards his wife.
"But I think we should wait until Yuanyuan graduates from university before having the wedding. It's too early now. Your son is so vigorous; if he gets Yuanyuan pregnant, it won't be good for her at school. But the company that sent them a lot of condoms when they filmed that condom commercial, right?"
"They probably did. If Yuanyuan gets pregnant, she can have the baby and then go back to school. I'll hint to Zhuoteng to tone it down another day, so Yuanyuan won't be overwhelmed."
The two mothers were so naive and optimistic; they didn't know they wouldn't be able to catch them in the act for four years.
Liang Jingxuan smiled as he looked at the uncomfortable girl. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a girl. With the body of a 20-year-old and the appearance of a 12-year-old, plus her petite stature, if she hadn't come from university, people might have thought she was a well-developed sixth-grade student.
Her cheeks flushed unnaturally, and the little lamb's innocent eyes looked at Liang Jingxuan, who was always smiling at her. It's not that Yang Aiyuan wasn't very outgoing. If it weren't for that wildly popular advertisement that led to her meeting Liang Jingxuan, she might have been more natural facing this smiling man.
Liang Jingxuan was Shang Zhuoteng's agent, as well as his mentor and close friend who discovered him. He was only five years older than Shang Zhuoteng, a 29-year-old eligible bachelor. He was renowned in the industry as a top agent, skilled at discovering new stars, but he was also an eccentric. He only promoted those he liked; those who didn't suit his taste were simply not worth his time.
In the glittering entertainment industry, seeing such a rare red apple, Liang Jingxuan's eyes crinkled with a smile. He hadn't met someone so easy to understand in a long time; how could he not give it a try?
Although Yang Aiyuan's overall qualities weren't the best, certain qualities were irreplaceable and professionally crafted.
Just imagine the lion's furious outburst when it saw its prey become everyone's prey—it would be quite amusing.
Spending time with Shang Zhuoteng had become like teasing his little doll. Liang Jingxuan also enjoyed teasing the lion's whiskers, which was kind of like adding fuel to the fire for the young couple.
He was getting impatient with this man's restraint; he wanted to devour him sooner rather than later.
"It's like this," Liang Jingxuan said, "Bao Manni saw your ad and wants you to shoot an underwear ad for them. We're wondering if you'd be willing. Here's the script and contract. Take a look and consider it before making a decision."
The prey before him would eventually fall into the trap, but deciding sooner would yield better results. Liang Jingxuan maintained his harmless smile.Baomanni is Yang Aiyuan's favorite lingerie brand, and the one she's wearing now is also from it. It would be great to shoot a new lingerie ad for her. However, she's never shot a lingerie ad before, and she still feels a little shy. Liang Jingxuan's smile widened; that's exactly the shy expression he wanted. He had secured the Baomanni lingerie ad contract to use as bait to get Yang Aiyuan to shoot one.

As for whether Yang Aiyuan would agree, he was 120% confident she would. His principle was to never fight an unprepared battle; once he made a move, he wanted fame.
She carefully reviewed the contract; the script and contract were very detailed. Moreover, this time, Baomanni's new lingerie line had two series, one innocent and one sensual, and the female lead would be able to wear both series for the shoot. The lingerie was sponsored by the manufacturer; the salary was high; the model wouldn't be overly exposed; the shooting would only take a few working days; and it would be released directly to the market after post-production.
These tempting terms made Yang Aiyuan's heart already sway towards Liang Jingxuan. She didn't care what others thought; she still wanted to film. Whether
she would become famous or not, Yang Aiyuan hadn't thought about it; she just didn't understand why Liang Jingxuan had approached her. After reading the contract, meeting his still smiling eyes, Yang Aiyuan's expression was full of doubt.
"If I wasn't confident in you, I wouldn't have approached you. How does it feel? You can give it a try; after all, not everyone gets this kind of opportunity." The top agent not only secured film contracts, but his persuasive skills were also first-rate.
Back in high school, Shang Zhuoteng was lured into this industry by filming a bunch of commercials for brands he liked. This method always seemed to work.
Preliminary research revealed that Baomanni was Yang Aiyuan's favorite brand, and this allure should help her overcome other obstacles.
"When do we start filming?" Yang Aiyuan asked, closing the script.
"I can take you to the set now; the sooner the better, of course." They paid the bill, got up, and walked out of the coffee shop together. As planned by Liang Jingxuan, their figures fell into another person's sight.
"That damn fox, trying to seduce the lamb! I'm so angry!" Shang Zhuoteng had been following Yang Aiyuan and Liang Jingxuan for a week, but always lost them halfway through. Yang Aiyuan, busy with school, always had a packed schedule, leaving no time to see him. He was almost driven crazy by those two.
He'd known all along that fox wasn't up to any good, but after all these years in the industry, he still couldn't beat him. Shang Zhuoteng was truly disgusting.
Liang Jingxuan glanced at Shang Zhuoteng waiting outside the school gate, thinking that after a week of this, his temper must be at an all-time high. A lion spitting fire wouldn't be fun.
He took Yang Aiyuan's hand, preparing to take her to watch some porn. Yang Aiyuan was about to pull away when she suddenly saw Shang Zhuoteng walking over as if he were catching her in the act.
"What are you doing?" he yelled fiercely, his tone unclear, directed at either of them. Honestly, knowing the little lamb was his, that damned Liang Jingxuan still touched her.
Stupid little lamb, doesn't she know to stay away from this cunning fox? He's sold her out and she's still foolishly counting the money for him.
He grabbed Yang Aiyuan and threw her into the car, quickly driving away before causing a commotion.
"Oh dear, I was thinking of playing a little longer? Looks like we'll have to wait until next time." Liang Jingxuan could imagine that the little lamb would be devoured without a trace later.
"Why did you let him hold your hand?" The jealous lion began to scold.
"Didn't you see I already pulled away?" the little lamb innocently explained.

Chapter Three: The First Time of Passionate Encounters
She was inexplicably taken to Shang Zhuoteng's apartment outside instead of the Shang family home. As soon as she entered, her hand, which had been held by him, was bitten.
"Ugh, what, why did you bring me here?" The little lamb still didn't understand what she had done to provoke the lion's wrath. She tried to pull her fingers back, but they were still playing with Shang Zhuoteng's tongue in his mouth.
Shang Zhuoteng's apartment was predominantly white, and the furniture was also a light color, matching Yang Aiyuan's preference. Yang Aiyuan was thrown onto the bed like a piece of cargo. Yang Aiyuan was wearing a black dress and sitting on the white bed, which made her skin appear even whiter.
Dazed and disoriented from the fall, Yang Aiyuan scrambled to her feet, intending to berate Shang Zhuoteng, that lunatic, but found herself trapped in his arms.
"Mmm..." Unable to utter the words "Don't kiss me for no reason," she could only express them through her actions, biting his red lips in resistance, yet reluctant to use force.
The man took it as a response and kissed her even more passionately. Suffocating and dizzy, Yang Aiyuan could only breathe through the air Shang Zhuoteng was giving her, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her chest against him for warmth.
Hearing the sound of her favorite dress being torn, Yang Aiyuan tried to kick away the man kissing her so passionately, but he simply wrapped his legs around her waist.
The woman beneath her twisted, trying to escape, but Shang Zhuoteng bit his swollen lips, signaling her not to move. How could she not move? Yang Aiyuan could clearly feel the man's penis pressing against her private parts. Although she had considered intimacy, witnessing it firsthand still terrified her.
Shang Zhuoteng felt annoyed by her rejection; after only ten days apart, his body was already acting out.
His hands were bound with a tie, his dress torn to shreds, leaving behind only Bao Manni's new sexy lingerie. Black lace trim, with a hint of red through mesh, the panties and bra were a set; except for the crotch area which was covered with solid fabric, the rest was semi-transparent, designed for intimate moments.
He hadn't expected Yang Aiyuan to wear such provocative lingerie. Shang Zhuoteng thought about how she had been with Liang Jingxuan these past few days. Even if Liang Jingxuan couldn't see it, the thought of her spending time with him ignited a surge of anger and lust within him.
"Who are you trying to seduce dressed like this?" That's the advantage of lace-up lingerie; it can be discarded in no time. His long fingers deftly probed her slightly moist vulva, pulling apart the labia; the warm inner walls felt wonderful to his fingers.
"Uh...ah...I didn't seduce anyone." She tried to shrink back, but instead, she was exposed even more to the man's eyes . Her right breast felt wonderful from being played with, and she couldn't help but moan.
"You still say you didn't? Sucking my fingers so tightly, aren't you seducing me?" Her nipples couldn't withstand the biting. Her bound hands seemed to push the man's head away, yet also to press it down even lower. His arms moved her breasts up and down, the man not missing a single inch, leaving her white, tender breasts covered in hickeys.
"No more, so much..." Her lower abdomen felt like it was burning. Yang Aiyuan was still afraid of this feeling, feeling more and more fluid flowing from her opening.
"But I want more." He could barely pull out after inserting three fingers. How could such a small thing bear his enormous size? He didn't want to ejaculate inside her immediately upon penetration.
As his fingers slowly withdrew, Yang Aiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, her heartbeat calming down a little. Yet, she began to miss the feeling of his fingers inside her, a strange emptiness washing over her. Helplessly, she looked at the man, wondering why he had pulled his fingers away.
"Wait a moment, I'll make you even happier." Shang Zhuoteng used only two fingers to work inside her narrow opening, trying to widen her wetness to facilitate his erection's entry.
He unzipped his pants; his swollen penis wasn't yet at its maximum size. Looking at that thick member, Yang Aiyuan finally understood why her first time was always so painful. It was so big, and it was getting bigger and bigger, definitely thicker than three fingers. She was going to die.
Shang Zhuoteng chuckled as he watched Yang Aiyuan unconsciously move backward, startling her.
He took something resembling toothpaste from the bedside table, squeezed it out, and applied it to his penis, making it shine. Yang Aiyuan stared blankly at Shang Zhuoteng's actions, not understanding what he was doing, and forgot to back away.
Before he could react, he was pinned down again. After loosening Yang Aiyuan's hands, which were bound by a tie, Shang Zhuoteng placed her hands on his shoulder and commanded, "Grab me."i=42> Yang Aiyuan obediently leaned on the man's shoulder, steadying herself as he swayed. The waves of pleasure from his fingers made her forget what she had just been thinking of escaping. Just as she was about to reach orgasm from his fingers, his wet, slippery penis replaced her fingers and entered her warm vagina.

"Ugh...it's so big, I'm so scared..." Even before it was fully inside, only a small portion had entered, and Yang Aiyuan was already in unbearable pain, tears streaming down her face.
"It's okay, don't be afraid." Even with lubricant, the tension in her body made the passage even tighter, gripping the first male member tightly.
Shang Zhuoteng wanted to ignore the lamb's pain and penetrate directly, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to do it. He used light, gentle thrusts, massaging her clitoris to relax her. Penetrating halfway required even more self-control than not penetrating at all; the veins on his forehead bulged.
When Yang Aiyuan opened her eyes, she saw Shang Zhuoteng's contorted expression, his pain unbearable. Was it because her tightness was hurting him so much?
She hadn't thought men could feel pain too. Yang Aiyuan suddenly felt sorry for Shang Zhuoteng's pained expression. Since it would hurt no matter what, she might as well finish quickly. She gently kissed the man's lips; this was the first time Yang Aiyuan had kissed him proactively.
"It'll hurt anyway, don't hold back." If Yang Aiyuan had known it would hurt this much, she would have regretted saying that.
"Ah~~" It was excruciating pain, like she was dying. Yang Aiyuan already regretted it. "Waaah~~~"
The silky inner walls completely enveloped her erect penis. Even without understanding, she could feel the twisting and squeezing of the passage. The little lamb's cries made Shang Zhuoteng only pierce a thin membrane and stop moving.
"Yuanyuan, relax, or it will hurt even more."
"Can't you back out first?" The little woman asked pitifully, her voice trembling with tears.
"Do you want me to back out? If it hurts even more, you can't say anything, because you made me do it." The little lamb, unaware of the man's plan, just wanted him to back out and wait for her to recover before coming back in, because it really hurt so much right now.
Shang Zhuoteng spontaneously interpreted this as a signal to begin. He lifted his penis, the hot rod, glistening with love juice and traces of blood representing innocence, sliding out of her vagina before thrusting in again, eliciting screams.
Yang Aiyuan could clearly feel the pain as he withdrew, but she hadn't expected him to give her time to recover before entering again.
The penis rubbed against her inner walls, the burning pain gradually turning into a subtle pleasure. Her female instincts drove her to swallow and release the penis forcefully, accepting more and more with each thrust.
"Teng... I can't... It's too fast... I can't keep up..." Broken words escaped Yang Aiyuan's lips as her nails dug into Shang Zhuoteng's flesh, stimulating his movements.
"Follow me." Shang Zhuoteng increased the speed of his thrusts, watching the petite woman beneath him suffer yet experience pleasure, determined to make her reach orgasm with him.
The only thing Yang Aiyuan remembered after reaching her climax was the darkness before her eyes. It was inhuman, so exhausting. The ejaculated semen caused her flat stomach to swell, and the mixed fluids of love between the man and woman flowed from the narrow crevice of her flower-like opening, which was filled with his erect penis.
Shang Zhuoteng withdrew his limp penis from Yang Aiyuan's body, which had just transformed from a girl into a woman. The wet penis was stained with traces of Yang Aiyuan's virgin blood, which greatly satisfied his male pride, confirming that he was her first and last man.
The unconscious Yang Aiyuan was pitiful, her tear stains still wet, and the handprints from when the man had tied her with his tie were still visible on her hands, making the man somewhat reluctant
to let her go. Shang Zhuoteng picked up the blanket that had fallen to the ground and found that the sheets were stained with virgin blood. If it weren't for the fact that
Yang Aiyuan was a virgin, he would have woken her up and continued making love with her. For now, he would let her rest, since there would be plenty of time in the future. Yang Aiyuan woke up not long after sleeping. The familiar warmth and scent of the person next to her made her feel very happy, as if they were already an old married couple. She completely forgot what the man had been angry about earlier, and why he had taken her.
"Awake?" A lazy voice sounded above her head. "Still in pain?" Seeing the little woman's red lips pouting, Shang Zhuoteng lightly pecked them, and the dragon of desire within him seemed to awaken as well. The
woman, blushing and unsure what to do, played with the two small red spots on the man's chest with her hands, refusing to look up at him.
"Why did you suddenly..." She wanted to ask him why he had suddenly taken her, but didn't know how to start, so she could only keep drawing circles on his chest.
Shang Zhuoteng narrowed his eyes, enjoying her caresses, and the fire of desire below burned even faster.
"Yuanyuan, you're playing with fire." His hand stopped moving, his big, inquisitive eyes blinked, and his sensitive body began to tense up again, because a large hand under the blanket was caressing and playing with the woman's beautiful breasts.
"Although male breasts don't have the function of breastfeeding like female breasts, they still exist as erogenous zones." Her small hands grabbed the wolf's hand to stop him from touching her, and the blush on her face showed that the little woman already knew.
"I'll take you for a soak in the bathtub." He threw back the covers, ignoring the woman's shyness, and scooped her up in his arms.
Yang Aiyuan realized that if Shang Zhuoteng hadn't been holding her, she would have had no strength left; to use a phrase from a novel, her stamina had been completely drained.
The bright red bloodstains on the sheets were a clear reminder that they had indeed done it, and seemed even more intimate, making her body more sensitive to his touch.
Shang Zhuoteng placed Yang Aiyuan in the bathtub before entering himself. The woman exclaimed in surprise, "Zhuoteng, why are you bleeding down there?"
He looked down at his erect penis, which was stained with her virgin blood, though the innocent girl didn't understand that it was actually her own.
Seeing that the man didn't answer, she assumed he was bleeding from the pain of being squeezed too tightly. Ignoring her own aches and pains, Yang Aiyuan felt incredibly guilty.
Seeing that the clumsy little lamb still didn't understand what was going on, Shang Zhuoteng didn't plan to explain. His own desires hadn't been satisfied yet, and her delicate flower path couldn't withstand his desires again, so he'd use her little hands to solve it.
"Just help me wash it clean." He took her little hand and guided it to his growing dragon. The surprised expression on Yang Aiyuan's face made him want to tease her.
Her little hand gently grasped his fiery dragon, her fingers lightly washing away the bloodstains, her grip on the swollen and lubricated dragon becoming increasingly loose.
"Move up and down." The man's hand grasped the little woman's hand, teaching her how to bring him pleasure. After teaching her, the man lazily lay in the bathtub, enjoying the little woman's service.
The bathtub Shang Zhuoteng had ordered was made to be quite large according to his size; the petite Yang Aiyuan sat perfectly on his outstretched legs, her legs spread wide and gripping his waist for stability.
The man carefully washed the bloodstains from Yang Aiyuan's inner thighs, not even sparing her vulva. He probed her with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, causing her small hand, still gripping his penis, to move faster and faster, until milky white semen spurted out.
Yang Aiyuan, like a curious child, stared at what she held in her hand; it was the first time she had ever seen semen.
The tub was filled with semen, and the thought of it possibly dripping onto her made her face flush again.
To stop her from staring at his enormous size any longer, Shang Zhuoteng picked Yang Aiyuan up and turned her back to him. Her delicate arms gripped the edge of the tub, confused about what the man was doing.
After waiting for a while without any movement, Yang Aiyuan shifted her buttocks back slightly, leaning against Shang Zhuoteng's chest.Shang Zhuoteng, who had originally intended to relieve his desires, found his little brother aroused again by the movements of this irresistible little woman. He had been thinking of letting her go, but it seemed she had offered herself up again. He grabbed her buttocks, his fingers sliding down her cleft, lightly probing her anus. Her untouched anus was even more sensitive, and the little woman on his lap froze in fright, withdrawing her hand from the edge of the bathtub and pressing her legs down.

"No...don't touch there...don't anal sex..." Trembling with fear, Yang Aiyuan didn't want to endure it again, and said "no" three times in a row.
"Don't be afraid, I won't move. I won't touch anywhere else except your vagina." He withdrew his fingers from her anus and moved forward, entering her newly opened flower valley.
Shang Zhuoteng didn't have a penchant for SM, and he couldn't bear to hurt Yang Aiyuan. The only part of her body that could still accept his huge size was her tender vagina, which he had forcefully stretched open. It was truly hard on the little lamb.
He gently kissed away her unease and fear, and his two large hands covered her snow-white breasts from under her armpits, teasing her sensitive nipples, ears, cheeks, and neck. His lips roamed over her smooth back.
"Mmm~~~" The huge dragon entered her vagina from behind, filling it even more tightly. Hearing the low panting of the man behind her, she knew that she wasn't the only one aroused in this lovemaking. Yang Aiyuan's body would become even more proactive.
"Ugh...it's too hard...it hurts a little...I want to look at you..." The intense movement caused her recently relaxed labia to ache again.
This position made Yang Aiyuan even more sensitive, yet she also felt insecure. Shang Zhuoteng turned her towards him, his innocent face softened by desire. Knowing he might be a little impatient, he slowed down to let her enjoy the pleasure of being possessed.
"Does it still hurt?" Yang Aiyuan felt like she was dreaming; only in her dreams did Shang Zhuoteng show her such tenderness. When she had erotic dreams, Shang Zhuoteng would always care about her feelings, afraid she would be in pain or tired.
Shang Zhuoteng saw that the little woman's eyes were a little moist, thinking that the indulgence had overwhelmed her body. Yang Aiyuan shook her head and whispered, "It just feels unreal."
His thick penis thrust upwards forcefully, trapped in her narrow flower path, moving slowly. "Isn't it real?"
"It hurts... Teng..." Not knowing if Yang Aiyuan was calling him or saying it hurt, Shang Zhuoteng could only carefully pick her up and press her down.
"Be good, relax, I'll take care of it." Looking at Shang Zhuoteng, who was being so careful with her, Yang Aiyuan hugged him. The real touch showed that it wasn't a dream. The lubrication at their point of contact made entry and exit smoother.
"It hurts a little, but it's bearable." Even if it didn't hurt, Yang Aiyuan would say it hurt, just to see Shang Zhuoteng worry about her again. Her love had been rewarded.

Chapter Four: The Time for Settlement
The first time, they did intense exercise twice in a row. The exhaustion made Yang Aiyuan fall into a deep sleep. Fortunately, she didn't have class the next day, otherwise she might not even know how she died. She woke up again in the afternoon of the next day. The sheets still had the childlike bloodstains on them. The man who had already gotten up brought in some cooked porridge.
As soon as Shang Zhuoteng entered, he saw the petite woman pulling the covers up as if she were a wolf in sheep's clothing. He raised an eyebrow, strode onto the bed, and trapped Yang Aiyuan between his legs. He picked up a bowl of porridge, ready to feed her spoonful by spoonful.
Knowing the man's displeasure at her covering up, Yang Aiyuan could only say, "I want to brush my teeth before I eat." The lingering taste of yesterday's man reminded her of their passionate night. She thought Shang Zhuoteng would let her go and bring her clothes, but instead, he was again embracing her, just like yesterday.
The petite woman in the mirror was covered in the man's kiss marks. Having just transitioned from a girl to a young woman, she had gained a touch of sexiness, and her words unconsciously carried a coquettish tone.
Shang Zhuoteng looked at her breasts swaying as she brushed her teeth, once again restraining his desire, imagining what it would be like if they did it on the washbasin next time, how she would submissively submit to his desire while looking at herself in the mirror.
The woman brushing her teeth, of course, kept her erotic fantasies a secret. Her peach-like skin made the man standing behind her grope her, his large hand instinctively reaching for her soft, full breasts, only to be slapped away by the woman who had already finished brushing her teeth.
"You're so annoying, trying to take advantage of me while brushing your teeth." His beautiful eyes glared, the lecherous man still grinning wickedly.
"Which part of your body hasn't I touched?" He planted another hickey, declaring his ownership.
Yang Aiyuan secretly rejoiced that the lingerie commercial shoot was over; otherwise, so many marks all over her body would be hard to erase no matter how much they were edited out.
After finishing the porridge, it was time to settle accounts. "You're not allowed to go out with Liang Jingxuan anymore, and you're not allowed to let any other man hold your hand." His domineering words declared her exclusivity.
Yang Aiyuan looked sweetly at the man's violent face. Was this a sign of jealousy? Was that why he was so determined to possess her?
"If it happens again, I'll make sure you can't get out of bed for a week." Seeing Yang Aiyuan's unyielding smile, Shang Zhuoteng felt a pang of jealousy.
Wearing Shang Zhuoteng's men's shirt that reached above her knees, revealing her two nipples, Shang Zhuoteng gave a warning by tugging and biting at them through the fabric, leaving them wet, like a woman's breasts soaked with milk.
He even washed her underwear; it had to be said, this man did have a delicate side. The entire weekend, Yang Aiyuan and Shang Zhuoteng stayed in bed, their passionate lovemaking unfolding, forgetting the outside world, only their lovers' world.
"Yang Aiyuan, what's this?" Shang Zhuoteng angrily stared at the billboards outside. On Monday, he saw Yang Aiyuan's underwear ads everywhere. Yang Aiyuan jumped out of the car, running as if a lion was chasing her.
"Go ask Jingxuan!"
Damn it, I knew it was that fox's doing. This morning, she was intimately speaking of another man's name to her partner, calling him so affectionately. Yang Aiyuan, you're doomed!
As Yang Aiyuan ran, a chill ran through her body. Was it the wind blowing from the grove of trees nearby, supposedly a lovers' garden?
Could she pretend she didn't see that man? For the past few days, Yang Aiyuan had been silently wailing, avoiding him for days. The lion's rage was burning her eyebrows.
She had planned to sneak back to her dorm as soon as class ended, but the moment she stepped out of the classroom, the man lying in wait dragged her away. Like a lamb with its limbs tied together, she was about to be put on the chopping block. She was so scared! She wasn't afraid of cockroaches, mice, mosquitoes, bees, or flies, but she was afraid of this lion named Shang Zhuoteng! Linhan, Xiaohan, come save me!
But God didn't hear her prayers and cries for help. Yang Aiyuan, this little lamb who could barely be considered a fat lamb, was still snatched away by the lion waiting to pounce on its prey.
Shang Zhuoteng knew that before giving an injection, he would first apply alcohol to cool the area, giving her a little sweetness. He did the same before spanking Yang Aiyuan's bottom, to lower her guard before torturing her severely.
Yang Aiyuan stared in terror at the ambiguous smile on Shang Zhuoteng's face, because both sides of the road along the way were covered with posters of the photos he had taken for Bao Manni.
A smile hiding a knife—she didn't know when he would pull out the knife hidden on his person and kill her. Waaah, she hadn't done anything wrong, so why wasn't the culprit who had encouraged her taking her place and suffering the instant death in his eyes? It wasn't fair.
No man would be happy to see his girlfriend, his future wife, flaunting herself in her underwear in front of everyone. Even though Shang Zhuoteng sometimes used his charms, it was a double standard; he could do it, but Yang Aiyuan couldn't.i=39> It is undeniable that although Yang Aiyuan is not the glamorous type, she has blossomed with her own unique style in the hands of designers. Her petite figure perfectly matches the current trend of a youthful face and large breasts. Yang Aiyuan, who is hiding in school, is unaware of how popular she is outside. Every man will stop and linger in front of the underwear advertisement. His woman has become a pastry in other people's eyes.

Every time she saw Liang Jingxuan at the company, she was furious, but she was helpless against that old fox. If she withdrew the advertisement, it would be a breach of contract, and she would have to pay a hefty penalty. With the advertisement's high exposure, Yang Aiyuan had made Baomanni's new lingerie a hit, and Baomanni couldn't possibly agree to withdraw the advertisement under these circumstances.
Whether it was the innocent type or the seductive type, the lingerie on that petite woman drew men's attention more to Yang Aiyuan's high breasts than to the lingerie itself—that's what made the lingerie advertisement so eye-catching.
There was no way to gouge out the eyes of every man staring at the advertisement, and poor Yang Aiyuan, unaware of the situation, was about to become cannon fodder under Shang Zhuoteng's jealousy.
Wasn't a romantic candlelight dinner her most longed-for scenario? In novels, even the most ordinary male and female protagonists would have a romantic candlelight dinner, accompanied by red wine, beautiful violin or piano music as background, and then the male protagonist would express his love or propose to the female protagonist. Why did her candlelight dinner with Shang Zhuoteng feel like a negotiation, with a very strange atmosphere?
"Uh... well... all the staff shooting the ad were women." Even the slow-witted Yang Aiyuan knew she needed to appease the man's anger
first. She'd already heard this from Liang Jingxuan. To prevent him from storming the company or killing every man who'd seen Yang Aiyuan's body, Liang Jingxuan had informed her the day before she arrived at the company, casually mentioning how his girlfriend was shooting the ad.
Damn it, she should have beaten Liang Jingxuan up to vent her anger.
Seeing no sign of easing on Shang Zhuoteng's face, Yang Aiyuan's face fell. What could she do to appease him? He'd kissed her from head to toe and she wasn't angry at all. The woman, who had initially felt a little guilty, was now ignoring the man who was constantly sulking.
Looking at her poster hanging in front of the lingerie store, Yang Aiyuan thought it looked great. Seeing herself looking beautiful, even in just lingerie, was a rare moment of beauty, satisfying the vanity of any woman who loves beauty. Besides, she wasn't even wearing underwear when she filmed the condom commercial last time, and the man wasn't this angry then.
Yang Aiyuan pouted and sullenly finished her rare candlelight dinner, not wanting to let that sulking man ruin her mood.
Shang Zhuoteng was still waiting for Yang Aiyuan to say something to comfort him, but unexpectedly, this little woman ignored him and ate happily. It seemed that without some punishment, the little woman wouldn't know whose body she was.
"Zhuoteng, where are you taking me?" This man was acting strangely today. He took her to eat something delicious, but she had been angry and hadn't eaten much. Now, holding her hand and walking in the department store, he wasn't afraid of being recognized, but many people were already pointing and whispering about their huge height difference. Yang Aiyuan was worried that he would be photographed by paparazzi.
"You'll know when we get there." Shang Zhuoteng ignored the stares of others. Let them take pictures if they want; it would be even better if his popularity dropped.
Liang Jingxuan was just taking Yang Aiyuan to shoot an advertisement; no one paid much attention to the model's name. Passersby only vaguely recognized her but didn't approach her directly. Seeing Yang Aiyuan's menacing demeanor as she walked, no one dared to ask.
Yang Aiyuan stared blankly at Shang Zhuoteng, who was actually with her in the lingerie store. The man didn't blush, but she did. In the women's lingerie store, the saleswoman was excitedly introducing various Baomanni lingerie, while the man stood at the cashier waiting to pay. Why was he giving her lingerie as a gift? Shang Zhuoteng was acting strangely today.
"Miss, your boyfriend is so fierce, but so good to you! And with such big breasts, your boyfriend must love you to death, right?" In the fitting room, avoiding Shang Zhuoteng's piercing gaze, the saleswoman chattered incessantly.
Yang Aiyuan didn't need underwear; the manufacturer had sponsored many before. However, Shang Zhuoteng's act of personally taking her to buy underwear still made her feel very intimate, like a boyfriend and girlfriend, even though he had never said she was his girlfriend. She just assumed that.
After buying the underwear, he took Yang Aiyuan back to school. Yang Aiyuan thought the day was over, but Shang Zhuoteng wasn't satisfied. He pulled her along for a walk on campus, attracting attention wherever they went, holding Yang Aiyuan's hand like a child's.
Yang Aiyuan felt a warmth in her heart. Were they really on a date today? It was rare; this busy man had taken time out of his busy schedule to spend an afternoon with her. Was it because they had already been intimate that they had become a couple?
In the evening, apart from a few couples in the shadows, few people strolled on the campus paths. Every corner had a couple occupying it. Unconsciously, they walked to the newly built small park on campus. The grove of trees was newly planted, and the newly grown leaves shaded couples leaning against the trunks, whispering sweet nothings.
This was the legendary grove, a haven for lovers. Sheng Linhan often said that this grove was always eerie, haunted by ghosts. Even though Yang Aiyuan was an atheist and didn't believe in ghosts, wouldn't anyone be afraid in a dark, unseen place? So she found it hard to understand why couples always chose such dark places to be intimate.
Hearing her comments, Sheng Linhan looked at Yang Aiyuan with a "you're too innocent" gaze, a hint of sighing at her incorrigibility.
At that moment, Yang Aiyuan realized that the man's anger hadn't subsided at all; he was still angry, just hiding it inside. He had spent the entire afternoon preparing for this moment tonight. She also understood why couples always chose such dark places to be romantic. They wanted to do such shameful things; how could they do it under a third wheel? The zipper on the
back of the short dress was already undone, and the dress quickly fell to the ground. Shang Zhuoteng liked women who wore dresses; it made it easier for them to do what they wanted.
A pair of innocent-looking lingerie, mixed with her similarly removed panties, lay on the man's coat alongside a dress that had suffered the same fate. The intertwined clothes were a microcosm of lovers making love by the tree.
Yang Aiyuan was powerless to struggle and could only let the man strip her naked. In contrast, the impeccably dressed man only unbuttoned the front of his suit pants, pulled down his underwear, and his enormous erection easily penetrated the woman's delicate flower path from behind.
This beast in human clothing.
Fortunately, the public facilities in the small park were not yet complete, there were no streetlights, and the only light bulb was probably the crescent moon hanging high in the clouds.
"From now on, you can only wear the lingerie I buy for you. Don't go with Liang Jingxuan no matter what conditions he offers, lest you be sold without even knowing it." Thinking of how he was tricked into the entertainment industry by Liang Jingxuan in high school, Shang Zhuoteng's old and new grudges erupted at once. He slapped her snow-white, narrow buttocks with a slightly punitive gesture, and the sharp blade pierced her hard.
"Ugh... I was wrong... I'll never do it again... No more..." In the grove where only couples gather, Yang Aiyuan clung to a relatively sturdy tree, afraid it would break under her swaying. A thick, pointed shaft entered and exited her flower path from behind, the petals being flipped open.
"Uh... No... Stop... Waaah..." Why do we have to make love in a place like this just to shoot an underwear ad? I'm so scared.
"You said you don't want to stop? Okay, then I'll go faster." Shang Zhuoteng quickened his thrusts, the woman beneath him swaying so much she could only rely on the small tree for support. This trunk is so thin, what if I break it? I never want to come to this grove again.
The faint sounds of other couples making love drifted in the wind, and there seemed to be people near other saplings. Yang Aiyuan was so scared, waaah, someone might see us.
Shang Zhuoteng lightly slapped her narrow buttocks. "He told you to go and film it, so you went? Why didn't you discuss it with me first? If you wanted Baomanni, I could buy her for you. Why did you have to go and film it?"
This man had been angry for a long time. To prevent him from thinking of new ways to torment her every day, she did whatever he said.
"I can't take it anymore! Waaah~~~" The little woman promised, "I won't film next time..." "Can we leave here quickly?"
"I think it's really enjoyable to do it here. Other people are doing it too, and we can see the traces you left here tonight during the day tomorrow." I hate this domineering man, Shang Zhuoteng, how could you force me like this? Waaah, let's go back to bed. Poor Yang Aiyuan still had to endure the man's lust mixed with anger in this grove.

Chapter 5 The Little Lamb's Jealousy
Yang Aiyuan secretly hid to the side, watching with jealousy as even though it was just a sportswear advertisement, the female model still took the opportunity to take advantage of Shang Zhuoteng. Really, she was very angry. Being angry was useless. This was work, and every time she righteously told Shang Zhuoteng that she was angry, she ended up being eaten up.
Liang Jingxuan chuckled as he watched Yang Aiyuan vent her anger on Shang Zhuoteng with the snacks in her hand. He then glanced at Lisa, who was clinging to Shang Zhuoteng. Someone was jealous; it seemed Shang Zhuoteng's expression wouldn't be so sour during the break.
Having worked together for years, Liang Jingxuan had long noticed Shang Zhuoteng's impatience and disgust at Lisa's constant groping. However, out of consideration for the company, he couldn't directly dump her. The arrival of the "little sheep" (Lisa's nickname) was a good way to calm him down. As soon
as the director yelled "break," Shang Zhuoteng immediately pulled Lisa off him. Poor Lisa was tossed aside, her F-cup breasts swaying wildly from Shang Zhuoteng's merciless actions. Every man present was attracted to those large breasts, except for Liang Jingxuan and Shang Zhuoteng.
Shang Zhuoteng's lack of attraction was understandable—he had Yang Aiyuan and wasn't interested in other women. But what about Liang Jingxuan? Was he not a man, and therefore unaffected by attraction?
Liang Jingxuan shook his head, watching the lecherous men stop their work and stare intently at Lisa's breasts. Unfortunately, they were fake; the movement looked completely unnatural, and who knew how many layers of plastic were inside? They'd been in the industry for so long, yet they still stared at anyone with big breasts. No wonder so many women get breast implants, creating an unspoken rule.
Xiao Yuanyuan's breasts were much more beautiful. Based on the principle of not messing with a friend's wife, he certainly didn't have the courage to stare at Xiao Yuanyuan's breasts. Last time during the advertisement shoot, to avoid angering the lion, he only looked at her fully clothed. But now that the advertisement was out, seeing such a clean-cut little lamb, why not take a look? I didn't mean to.
Shang Zhuoteng's mood improved considerably when Yang Aiyuan came to visit the set. Yang Aiyuan, who still had a year until graduation, wasn't so busy with her studies anymore and would visit the set whenever she had free time. Shang Zhuoteng would also go to the school when he had time, taking her to leave their love marks in a private corner.
Yang Aiyuan blushed as she recalled their daytime visit to the grove. It was broad daylight, and they'd discovered it was their playground; some condoms buried in the ground had been unearthed, making everyone's faces flush.
The condoms were a collection of every brand, scent, and color imaginable. The cleaning lady in the park scolded the imaginary boys, saying they weren't exactly academically gifted, yet they were so quick to seduce women.
Yang Aiyuan thought of the condoms in her bag. Because Shang Zhuoteng might want them at any moment, he'd stuffed a dozen condoms into every bag she owned—not just one, but a dozen. This crazy man had carefully hidden them in a small, unnoticed pocket.
Thinking of this, a faint blush rose to Yang Aiyuan's face—the shy blush of a young woman.
Shang Zhuoteng, pulling the little woman whose thoughts were wandering elsewhere, escaped the disgusting filming location. Looking at her apple-like rosy cheeks, he assumed she was too shy to blush from just having her hand held. But what about this?
How red would her face be? Shang Zhuoteng had no idea that what the little woman was thinking was the same thing he was about to do.
His hand unceremoniously played with her breasts through her clothes. The little woman immediately snapped back to reality, her flushed face confirming his guess—she was indeed very red.
"What are you doing?" Even knowing what the man was about to do, Yang Aiyuan still wanted to escape. So many people were watching; how could she be so embarrassed? Turning around, she realized she was no longer standing where she had been, but squeezed into a small dressing room with Shang Zhuoteng.
These filming location dressing rooms usually had four mirrors: two full-length mirrors at the front and back for actors and models to change clothes, and small mirrors on the sides for touch-ups or combing hair.
Looking at Yang Aiyuan's unpainted, baby-like face, his eyes, which had been tormented by Lisa's heavy makeup all day, finally got a rest.
He couldn't get enough of kissing her cherry-like lips, caressing her soft breasts to quench his longing. His little lamb, whom he'd thought of all day, had finally come to his side to rescue him—his angel.
She wore a pale purple, puff-sleeved babydoll dress and a matching tiered skirt, making the petite Yang Aiyuan look like an adorable doll. He wondered what she would look like in a maid outfit. Shang Zhuoteng wanted to pull up the loose babydoll dress, but Yang Aiyuan automatically straightened her arms, allowing him to take the dress off.
Looking at the proactive doll, Shang Zhuoteng couldn't hide the smile on his handsome face. He sat on the stool where the clothes were, so he could see every emotional expression on Yang Aiyuan's face.
Still jealous because of Lisa's actions, Yang Aiyuan took off the men's tracksuit that smelled of another woman and threw it aside. Seeing the little lamb's somewhat angry actions, Shang Zhuoteng remembered the expression on her face when he first saw her and understood what was wrong—the little lamb was jealous.
"Her breasts are big, so you're hugging her so tightly, aren't you?" Yang Aiyuan rubbed her soft breasts, still covered by her bra, against Shang Zhuoteng's nipples. This lecherous man always acts like this when he sees a beautiful woman.
"I'm not hugging her at all. She leaned against me herself. Can you see how much I'm enjoying it? Her breasts are padded, and they're pressing so hard it hurts. Yours is much more comfortable." The violet bra was front-fastening, free from the support of the underwire, and her 33D breasts bounced into Shang Zhuoteng's eyes.
"Your little mouth is so wet, do you really want me? Little lamb, sit on me." The woman-on-top position allowed him to hold the petite Yang Aiyuan tightly, with half a head still sticking out.
Her delicate flower cave always had some difficulty accepting his huge size, requiring a long foreplay to lubricate her flower path. Because of jealousy, Yang Aiyuan became more proactive, increasing the secretion of her love juice. Without much restraint, Shang Zhuoteng entered her virgin-like narrow cave.
"Little Lamb, I love the way you're jealous, I love the way you moan on me, I love the way you're naked, and I love the way you're being penetrated by me." Countless couples seemed to be intertwining in the front and back mirrors. Shang Zhuoteng changed direction, and a scene of a woman's vagina devouring a man's massive member appeared in the mirror, evidence of her passion left on the stool.
"Teng... ah..." She wanted to say something but couldn't, all her energy was wasted on the man's endless demands. The woman in the mirror had flushed cheeks, her face filled with the expression of being loved by the man, letting him leave marks on her body. The man's back was also covered in red scratches.
"Ah... um..." Suddenly remembering that this was the dressing room, and Shang Zhuoteng was going to continue filming, Yang Aiyuan suddenly regretted leaving such obvious marks on him.
"Scream." Regardless of whether anyone would hear, Shang Zhuoteng was determined to hear Little Lamb's passionate voice.
"Someone will hear you, and you still have to go back..." The intense movements beneath her drove Yang Aiyuan to madness, leaving her only able to let out moans that satisfied the man. She didn't care about the obvious marks left on her body; if he wasn't satisfied, he wouldn't mind continuing until he was, letting those who came to find them hear the blushing moans of spring emanating from this changing room
."Be good, wait a little longer." The extremely sensitive Yang Aiyuan was about to be brought to orgasm by Shang Zhuoteng. With a forceful thrust, he penetrated to the deepest point. After the little lamb reached her climax, the man's semen sprayed onto the stool.
He took out a napkin from Yang Aiyuan's purse to wipe the marks on the stool, then dressed her in her women's clothes. He patted her still flushed face and teased her wickedly, "Let's continue in a bit."
Yang Aiyuan couldn't stay in the dressing room filled with their erotic atmosphere any longer and ran out. Shang Zhuoteng didn't chase after her; the little lamb couldn't go far anyway.
"Little Yuanyuan, are you leaving? Aren't you going to wait for Zhuoteng? We just need to shoot a few more scenes.
" Because they had already finished filming, the director hadn't called anyone to find him. When she encountered Liang Jingxuan, Yang Aiyuan didn't know if she felt guilty or if he was really looking at her with lustful eyes.
"Such pink strawberries, are they freshly planted?" Clearing up Yang Aiyuan's doubts, Liang Jingxuan was indeed looking at her with lustful eyes, and Yang Aiyuan's face flushed red instantly.
"Why are you flirting with my woman?" Shang Zhuoteng, following behind, looked on with dissatisfaction at the little lamb who could only blush because of him, blushing because of the teasing of other unimportant people. He
brazenly declared his ownership, and another hickey was planted on his chest. Such a private area, a hickey could only be planted by someone intimate.
The rutting and jealous male lion, Liang Jingxuan, watched with amusement as the little lamb and the big lion, one willing to hit and the other willing to be hit, went along.
The delivery girl rushed to his table. Seeing her covered in sweat, Liang Jingxuan remembered the girl who had brought him food seven years ago, always keeping her head down, never daring to look him in the eye, silently standing beside him, waiting for him to finish eating before quickly taking away the food, and then bringing him food again the next day. The
delivery girl, feeling Liang Jingxuan's constant stare, couldn't help but feel secretly pleased. When had a top agent ever stared at her like this? Especially a handsome guy like him! She had completely forgotten about her business.
"Brother Liang, this is your lunchbox." It wasn't her; only she had that gentle voice, only she would call him "Uncle" repeatedly, only her calling his name would give him that inexplicable flutter in his heart.
The figure in his dream had vanished, and before him stood only an unfamiliar delivery girl. "Oh, thank you.
" As always, he played the role of a gentle, top-notch agent, smiling as he accepted the lunchbox.
The two entangled young lovers had already gone to eat their dinner. When would he be able to get close to the woman who always kept her distance? They had once sat at the same table, eating together.
"Sister Lisa, aren't you eating?" The production assistant, Xiao Li, was encountering a busty beauty for the first time, a glamorous and alluring superstar.

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