The Story of Renting a House (05)

【Five】

"Tell me, why don't you go help him? I think he's a nice guy, I won't mind if you do something with him."

"N-no, you're talking nonsense."

Jing's answer seemed to be responding to the very first question.

"Really nothing? Why did you glare at me when I told you to let him stay? Did you think of something else?"

I really noticed Jing's face when Yang said those drunken words, she was just very embarrassed and kept her head down.

"No, I didn't think of anything else."

Jing seemed to be in great pain, as if she used all her strength to squeeze out those words.

"Wife, just say yes this once, try it with him. Just to comfort him, I won't be angry."
Yang continued to tempt Jing, but Jing ignored him, and my heart was pounding as I eavesdropped at the door.

"Should I call Xiao Yuan over later? You're already dressed, so let him come in and fuck you with his big cock. He'll definitely be willing. We'll both take good care of you then. If you want, you can do it with just him. I'll sleep in his room tonight. You can play here until dawn." Listening to
Yang Ge's magnetic and seductive words, I don't know what Jing Jie was thinking at that moment, but as soon as I heard it, my cock was already hard and throbbing.

"No, no, don't call him, don't call him. It's so embarrassing."

Jing Jie finished speaking with a panting and lewd moan, as if I was really about to go in and do something.
"That won't do. He's already at the door. It would be impolite not to let him in."

I was startled. Did Yang Ge know that I was still outside? I subconsciously wanted to move closer to the door to make it easier to escape.

"Look, Xiao Yuan's come in, all his clothes are off. Look how nice his dick is, it's pink, maybe he's a virgin."

To be honest, if I take care of myself and don't talk about losing my virginity, I really am still a virgin. It's kind of sad to think about it. I'm almost graduating from university, and I'm still single. Everyone else is in pairs, but I have to take care of myself. I sighed again.

"Look how hard his dick is, can't you bear not to help him? Baby, use your mouth, okay? Just give him a little suck, lick him."

I have to say, Yang's words were very persuasive. Even I, who hadn't seen anything but was eavesdropping outside the door, was already getting aroused.

Sister Jing remained silent. If it weren't for the moans coming from the room, I would have thought she got out of bed in anger.

"If you won't lick his cock, then I'll just let him stick it in, let his big cock go inside your little pussy, okay?"

Sister Jing seemed startled: "No! Don't stick it in, don't let him stick it in."

Although I knew it was a fantasy game, I was still one of the participants, and hearing Sister Jing's strong reaction made me a little angry.

"Damn it, am I really that bad? None of them like me, they're all with other men. They just don't want to be with me. I'm going to fuck you all, fuck you bunch of slutty bitches to death."

My mind wandered, and I fell into demonic ways. That's exactly what happened to me. I was a little embarrassed just now for having such inappropriate thoughts about Sister Jing, who was so nice, but now I started to resent her, wishing I could just rush into her room and fuck her to death.

"That won't do. He's already like this, how can we not let him in? Look, he's in, his cock is all the way in."

Yang seemed to understand what I was thinking, and regardless, he still inserted his cock into Jing's body. Although I couldn't see it, I guessed he must have pulled his own cock out and pretended it was mine, slowly putting it back in.

"No, no, quickly, quickly pull it out, pull it out, my husband will be angry."

"Okay, you've made me feel good, I'll pull it out after I cum. Otherwise, I'll let your husband see how I fuck you."

Yang changed his tone as if he was imitating my tone, and I could tell he had taken on my role.

"No, I can't cum, only, only my husband can cum inside. Please don't cum inside."
I don't know if Jing was really out of her mind from being fucked or if she wanted to cooperate with her husband in this role-playing game, but she also acted as if I was the one fucking her from behind.

"Don't let anyone ejaculate inside? You're lying. Didn't Xiao Chen ejaculate inside you last week when you went out?"
I wondered who this Xiao Chen was. Was he another friend of Yang Ge and his wife, and had he been dragged into this fantasy game as well?

"He didn't ejaculate inside. I... I made him... I made him wear a condom. He didn't ejaculate inside."

I couldn't quite believe what Jing Jie was saying. Was it true or false? If it was false, Jing Jie was pretty quick to get into character. If it was true, I couldn't even imagine.

"Then how about letting Xiao Yuan ejaculate inside later? He's still a virgin, clean."

"No, no, you can't ejaculate inside. Wear... wear a condom. Don't ejaculate inside."

Jing Jie's defenses had been completely broken down by Yang Ge. She was already involuntarily fantasizing along with Yang Ge's rhythm.

"No way, the first time you have to cum inside, you have to cum inside in a bit."

Then came a series of clear slapping sounds, much louder than before, and Sister Jing's moans also grew louder, as if she had completely let go of her worries and concerns, indulging herself.

"You said you wouldn't let me cum, so why is your little slut still so tight? I can hardly pull it out. What will your husband do if he finds out?"

"He...he won't, he likes me being fucked by other people the most. He won't be angry."

"Hmph, you little slut, you know your husband quite well. How about we find other people to fuck you together next time?"
"No, no, my husband has to see and agree first. I can't just go out with other people."

"Okay, I'll tell your husband, next time I'll fuck you with him, okay?"

"...Hmm, if my husband agrees, that's fine."

"What 'fine'?"

Sister Jing ignored Brother Yang's teasing and remained silent.

Brother Yang seemed to be deliberately speeding up to punish Sister Jing, the sounds of his waist and buttocks colliding were incessant.
"Just tell me what was that. Tell me, or I won't fuck you anymore."

"No, no, put it in, don't pull it out."

"Then tell me."

"It's...it's about letting you and my husband fuck me together."

I don't know how Yang felt after hearing that, but I was pounding with rage, my cock throbbing so hard it felt like it was going to burst through my pants.

"You little slut, you wouldn't let me fuck you a moment ago, but now you're thinking about me and your husband fucking you together. Tonight I'm going to fuck you until you're satisfied, and make your husband wear a big green hat."

Taking advantage of their focus on their advances, I carefully slipped back to my room. The events of that night had been too shocking for me; the rent was something I didn't even want to think about anymore.

"I never imagined that the seemingly respectable Jing-jie would be like this in bed. Do she and her husband often play these kinds of games? I wonder if what happened with Xiao Chen earlier was true."

Many questions swirled in my mind.

"Is Zhao Sichun like that too? Does she become like this in bed?"

My thoughts began to wander again to this woman I could only dream of. They say what you can't have is always the best, and I've come to deeply understand that now.

"Knock, knock, knock, Xiao Yuan, open the door."

I was awakened from my sleep by the knocking and shouting outside the door. It was Jing-jie.
I grabbed my phone to check the time; it was already past nine. But what did she want so early in the morning?

"Jing-jie, what's wrong? Is there something you need?"

Jing-jie smiled at me. "Look at you, you're only just getting up now, your hair is a complete mess."
I touched my hair and sure enough, it was a tangled mess.

"Okay, okay, enough joking. Go get your clothes for me." "

Clothes? What clothes?"

Jing-jie rolled her eyes at me. "What clothes could it be? Just your old, musty clothes that are practically moldy. I'm about to do laundry anyway, so I'll wash yours for you too."

It turned out Jing-jie remembered what we talked about last night. I thought she was just being polite, but I didn't expect her to actually remember it. I was quite touched.

"No need, I'll wash my face and then wash myself."

"Why are you being so polite with me? By the time you finish washing by hand, it won't be noon yet. It's much more convenient to put it in my washing machine. Besides, you'll have to take it out to dry after you're done washing, and there's no sun here at noon, so it won't be dry by evening. Hurry up and go get the clothes."

I wanted to say something to refuse, but seeing Sister Jing's determined look, I didn't say anything more.
I was going to take all the clothes out and carry them to her, but then I thought I'd just hand her the basin to avoid trouble.

"Giving me the whole basin? How rude!"

I smiled sheepishly, and Sister Jing laughed at my silly look.

"By the way, is Brother Yang still sleeping?"

"Him? He just went out."

"Oh, I thought he was so drunk last night, he won't wake up until noon."

"Yeah, that's all he's good for, he gets drunk easily but also sobers up quickly."

I noticed that Sister Jing's eyes seemed to be deliberately avoiding mine, and I knew she must be thinking about what happened last night.

We chatted for a few more minutes at the door, and then Sister Jing took my big basin of clothes into her room.

Maybe it was because I really drank a lot last night, although I wasn't drunk, my throat felt incredibly thirsty.

I boiled some water in the kettle, and while waiting, I remembered that my underwear was still in the basin. Wouldn't Sister Jing have to wash it for me later?

I hesitated whether to rush over and get the basin of dirty clothes back, but when I got to the door, I hesitated again. Wouldn't that be too obvious? What would I say then? Wouldn't Sister Jing and I be incredibly embarrassed?

Actually, the major reason I didn't take that step wasn't any of the concerns mentioned above, but rather the demons within me. Last night, when I overheard Yang and Jing having sex, I fantasized about myself. My feelings for Jing had changed; I started noticing her figure, noticing her alluring, swaying buttocks.

I think I've started having some inappropriate thoughts about Jing, but I don't feel guilty at all. She's been taking care of me like a kind older sister; how could I have such thoughts about her? I tried to

remind myself of this, but another voice inside me said, "Screw it. It's stupid not to take advantage of a good deal. Jing wants you to sleep with her too; even her husband agrees, so what are you pretending for?"

It was these two completely different voices within me reminding and tempting me that made it so hard for me to make a decision. But as I pulled back from the brink, I honestly revealed my true feelings.
"Knock knock knock... knock knock knock..."

I was startled; there was another knock on the door. Could it be that Jing had seen my underwear and brought it back to me?

"Xiao Yuan, open the door."

It was indeed Sister Jing's voice. Had she really really brought my underwear back? I felt both nervous and embarrassed.
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