179: Chapter 179 I still want to drink...

The mattress was very soft; her body sank in and bounced a little.

Before she could react, Wang Yang was already on the bed.

His knees pressed against both sides of her body, looking down at her from above.

He reached out and began to take off his clothes.

He pulled his hoodie off over his head, revealing his sturdy chest and well-defined abdominal muscles.

His pants were also taken off and tossed aside.

Wang Feng lay on the bed, watching him.

Her heartbeat suddenly quickened.

It was clearly her own initiative.

It was clearly her who dressed like this to seduce him.

It was clearly her who had just knelt before him to do those things.

Yet at this moment, seeing him pressing down on top of her, she actually felt nervous.

A kind of nervousness she hadn't felt in a very, very long time, like a young woman experiencing this for the first time.

Wang Yang looked down at her with a smile on his lips.

"Now you know how to be nervous?"

Wang Feng bit her lip, not knowing where to put her hands.

"I, I'm not."

Wang Yang's hand landed on her waist, his fingertips hooking the hem of her nightdress and slowly pulling it up.

The silk fabric slid over her body, revealing her fair waist.

Revealing her flat abdomen, revealing the full curves of her chest.

"Want me to let off your husband, your son, and your big brother?"

Wang Feng's breathing became heavier and heavier.

"I beg you."

Wang Yang's hand slid from her waist to her buttocks, raised his hand, and slapped down hard.

A sound rang out.

Wang Feng shuddered all over, letting out a soft hum from her mouth.

"Then let me see if you really have the qualifications. If you have the ability."

Wang Feng bit her lip, a layer of mist clouding her eyes.

"I will make you satisfied."

Wang Yang laughed, and his hand fell again.

Another sound rang out.

"Mmm."

Then another sound.

"Mmm."

In the room, the crisp sounds and Wang Feng's voice intertwined.

The curtains were drawn tightly, blocking all the afternoon sunlight outside.

The dim, yellow light of the bedside lamp fell on the bed, and on the two intertwined figures.

...

Two hours later.

The movement in the room finally calmed down completely.

The curtains were still drawn tightly, the dim, yellow light of the bedside lamp falling on the bed.

And on the scattered clothing on the floor.

Wang Yang leaned against the headboard, one hand behind his head, a trace of a satisfied smile on his lips.

Great.

It really was great.

Delivered to his doorstep, no responsibility, no need to get emotionally involved, it was purely a freebie.

This feeling was completely different from when he was with Zhao Yaqin or Luo Shiyun.

Being with them was about cherishing, pampering, and genuinely wanting to treat them well.

Being with Wang Feng was purely for enjoyment.

Unfortunately, he used protection.

The experience was a bit lacking; with a barrier in between, it wasn't quite as satisfying as it could have been.

Otherwise, it could have been even better.

But it didn't matter.

Anyway, it was a freebie, no need to be too picky.

It's good enough to have something to eat; why be picky about the bowl?

Wang Yang turned his head and glanced at Wang Feng, who was lying beside him.

She was lying prone on the bed, her whole body feeling like it had been taken apart, she didn't even have the strength to turn over.

Her hair was scattered messily on the pillow, a few strands stuck to her cheeks and neck by sweat.

Her face still had a flushed look, her eyes half-open and half-closed, her gaze unfocused, as if separated by a layer of fog.

The bright red lipstick on her lips had long since smudged, bleeding out to the corners of her mouth, looking both disheveled and sexy.

There were marks all over her body.

Especially her buttocks.

Her entire buttocks were swollen, bright red.

They were covered in fingerprints, layered on top of each other, making it impossible to tell which slap caused which.

Wang Yang hadn't held back at all just now.

Wang Feng took a good while to recover before she had the strength to speak.

Her voice was hoarse and filled with exhaustion, but it still hid a trace of cautious anticipation.

"Wang Yang, just now... how was my service? Was it good?"

Wang Yang leaned against the headboard, not speaking.

Wang Feng propped herself up, moved a little closer to him, rested her hand on his leg, and looked up at him.

Her eyes were watery, filled with a fawning light.

"The thing you promised me... can you do it? Let them go, okay? I gave you everything."

Wang Yang looked down at her, a smile slowly curling at the corners of his lips.

The smile was very gentle, very reassuring, like the warm sun of spring.

"Of course. You worked so hard today, I am very satisfied."

He reached out and gently patted her face, the movement very light, like stroking an obedient pet.

"Rest assured, I will definitely do what I promised you."

After saying that, Wang Yang smiled.

He would certainly do what he had promised, but he hadn't actually made any promises to her.

Wang Feng's eyes instantly lit up, and a big smile bloomed on her face.

Like a drowning person grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood.

"Really? You aren't lying to me?"

"Mmm. I'm not lying to you."

Wang Feng's eyes reddened, tears swirling in her eye sockets.

She lunged over, hugging Wang Yang's arm, the softness of her chest pressing tightly against his arm.

"Thank you, Wang Yang. Thank you. I knew you wouldn't be that heartless."

Her hands started getting restless again, her fingertips sliding down his arm, her voice as soft as water.

"Then... do you still want more? I can still do it. I still want to drink your seed."

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with anticipation and fawning.

Wang Yang looked down at her, the smile still hanging on his lips, but there was no warmth left in his eyes.

He reached out and removed her fingers from his arm.

"No need. You should rest."

Wang Feng froze for a moment, her hand stiff in mid-air.

"But..."

Wang Yang ignored her and rolled out of bed.

He picked up the clothes scattered on the floor and put them on one by one.

He pulled on the black crew-neck hoodie and pulled up his dark gray casual pants, his movements unhurried.

Wang Feng lay prone on the bed, watching his back as he got dressed.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed it back.

Wang Yang finished dressing, walked to the door, and looked back at her.

She was lying prone on the bed, her body covered in the marks left just moments ago.

Her buttocks were swollen high, her whole appearance wretched and disheveled.

Wang Yang curled his lips.

To be honest, Wang Feng was indeed wanton enough and open enough.

This trip today wasn't a loss.

But this was as far as it would go.

His seed wasn't something just anyone was qualified to drink.

Just now, he was just in the mood and went with the flow.

Now that the mood had passed, Wang Feng naturally didn't have that qualification anymore.

He had long since checked Wang Feng's data using the system.

The critical hit count was a full three.

Besides Zhang Shouren, there was Deputy Director Wang Hao, and one other person he didn't know who it was.

If he hadn't used protection, he wouldn't have touched this woman at all.

For a pregnancy candidate that even the system deemed unqualified, how could he possibly let her conceive his child?

Wang Yang opened the door and walked out.

The door closed behind him.

The hallway was very quiet, with wall lamps glowing with warm yellow light.

Wang Yang walked towards the elevator, his pace steady.

He sneered in his heart.

Wang Feng thought she could trade her body for the safety of her husband, her son, and her big brother.

It was simply wishful thinking.

From the very beginning, he never intended to let Zhang Mingde and the others off.