He didn't give her a chance to argue. Sliding along her opening, he slipped his index finger inside.
To his surprise, her untouched core gripped him like a fish's mouth, sucking him in and refusing to let go.
"It's so hot, so tight…" Chen Ling's gaze darkened as he stared at her lewd reflection in the mirror, easing his finger deeper.
Yaxi's ragged breaths mingled with his, one high, one low, out of rhythm.
"It hurts, Chen Ling—it hurts, ugh… don't go deeper."
A faint ache tugged at Chen Ling's chest. He held her gently, stroking her leg, but his finger pressed harder.
It was too tight, too small—he couldn't fathom how this body could ever take a man's thick, rigid cock.
"Once it's stretched, it won't hurt anymore. Yaxi, I'm sorry—just bear with it."
With that, he thrust in and out, fast and relentless, his fingertip curling inside, probing her depths.
Yaxi's breathing grew heavier, her body trembling.
By chance, he hit a raised spot on her inner wall. Her hips jolted, and she stifled a cry: "Ah, no, no!"
"Clerk, what's with your store's service? They've been in there for almost fifteen minutes—when's it our turn to change?" Lu Ziyang's voice cut through from outside.
"Sir, the mirror's inside the fitting room. Fifteen minutes is perfectly normal."
"Lu Ziyang, did a pig squash your brain? I'm not trying on clothes—who's changing, you?"
"I… I mean, but inside…"
Chen Ling ignored the chatter, chuckling to himself. That's the spot.
He zeroed in on Yaxi's kinks and sweet spots, goading her: "Scream louder—let your desk mate see you like this. Legs bare, fucked senseless and crying on my hand."
Then he added two more fingers, targeting that G-spot that had set her off before, thrusting and grinding with fierce precision. His other hand gripped the soft flesh of her inner thigh, kneading it, giving it light smacks.
Yaxi clamped her mouth shut, whimpering silently.
"So tight—you trying to crush me?" Chen Ling smirked, the scarlet lust in his eyes the only hint of his desire. "Next time you take my cock, if you squeeze me too hard, I'll ram it into your cervix and fuck you till you scream. Everyone'll barge in and see what a slut you are."
Yaxi's hazy eyes fluttered open. In the mirror, her core was devouring half his hand. His pale arm flexed with taut muscle, veins bulging on the back—a man's hand.
All the wet dreams she'd had couldn't compare to this raw, vivid reality. She'd never imagined she'd end up like this.
"Chen Ling…" Her body burned at its peak. Even if this was his show, Yaxi wanted to hold him before she came.
As he pulled out to thrust again, she carefully turned, avoiding his injured leg, and looked up at him.
Then she took his hand and guided it back to her entrance.
Chen Ling's gaze slid from her needy eyes to her soaked lower half, something venomous seeping into his stare, a tiny piece of him breaking inside. He shut his eyes briefly, then plunged in, grinding that spot with feral intensity. His rich, husky voice rasped out a curse: "Slut."
At last, he opened his eyes. A gush of liquid sprayed out, splattering the cushioned stool and his pant leg. Yaxi's core closed slowly, like a clamshell. His heart hammered wildly—good thing she wasn't pressed against him, or she'd have heard it.
His cock throbbed painfully, desperate for something to wrap around it.
Yaxi gazed up at him, her eyes still clouded with lust, cold yet glittering. Maybe that sparkle was her true self.
She flashed a cute smile. "Chen Ling, you did great. Good boy."
Her voice bewitched him, sending a shiver up his spine.
Then a pair of hands landed on his head—she was petting him.
Chen Ling's mind swirled with overlapping lights and shadows, but he couldn't resist the sight before him. Her perky breasts, legs splayed, slick fluids splashing his pants—maybe even a few drops soaking into his cock. So depraved.
He couldn't stifle the deep satisfaction swelling inside him, telling himself: This is what it feels like to be needed. He hadn't even spared a thought for the people outside—what they were doing, what they'd heard.