"Th-that's impossible!" Luo Yanyu stammered, quickly covering her eyes.
Never in her life had she seen a dick this close—not in person, anyway. Only by accident on the internet… and she'd shut it off immediately, flustered beyond belief.
She never watched porn. Just the thought of it made her face burn. She was way too shy for that.
"Why not?" Zhao Yiming said softly, brushing his fingers against hers.
"That's what your pussy is for. It can stretch… and once it does, you'll understand what heaven really feels like."
His tone was patient and gentle. He reached up to take her hands, easing them away from her face with care.
Then, without rushing, he leaned in to kiss her lips tenderly until she stopped trembling. His touch reassured her, melting away her fear bit by bit.
He pulled back just enough to smile. "Can I continue, then?"
Her lashes fluttered, still full of hesitation, but his eyes… those peaceful blue eyes made her want to believe in him as she nodded.
[God of Richness & Love gives you a message!]
["Damn, boy! I like how versatile you are! That girl's got a soft heart—don't break her!"]
["Anyway, continue and have seeexxx!!!"]
Zhao Yiming let out a small sigh, shaking his head. He tried to ignore the absurd fact that a perverted deity was watching from above like it was a drama series.
How could this deity be this pervert and shameless???
But he pushed that thought aside. Right now, only Luo Yanyu mattered—the way she looked up at him with anxious eyes, her body warm and trembling beneath his.
He rolled on the condom and poured a generous amount of lube onto his cock. Then, slowly, he guided himself to her entrance, feeling her legs twitch as he brushed against her.
"Ugh… Please be gentle," she whispered, her voice faint and scared.
"I will," he murmured, gripping her hands again.
And then, in a single slow thrust, he pushed into her.
She gasped, jolting slightly, her whole body tensing up. Pain hit her sharply at first—but it faded just as quickly. A trickle of blood and slick fluid slid down between her legs.
"Ah…" she whimpered, her breath hitching.
But she held still, trying to control herself, to breathe through it.
It didn't hurt as much as she thought. Maybe it was her body—used to bruises and hits from her job as a debt collector. But still, this was uncomfortable.
Then she felt it—his lips again, soft and slow on hers, kissing away the tension.
His tongue brushed along her lips until she opened her mouth, allowing him in.
Their tongues met, warm and clumsy at first, and she kissed him back as best she could—awkward, but full of feeling.
Her heart was beating so fast it hurt.
The kiss made her feel safe. Maybe because it was her first… maybe because, deep down, she already knew that his kiss would be the only kiss she would have.
Zhao Yiming smiled against her lips, feeling how sweet and earnest she was.
His hand moved to her breast, cupping it gently. He stroked her slowly, circling her nipple, then giving it a soft twist.
She moaned into his mouth, and they parted—her breath trembling.
"Nngghh~ Zhao~" she whimpered, her body reacting to every touch.
Her breast tingled, her pussy clenched softly around him, making her squirm without meaning to.
He leaned down, trailing kisses along her throat, down to her chest. Each kiss left a mark as if he were branding her skin with warmth, making her his.
Then he reached her breast and kissed it tenderly. "These are perfect," he whispered with a chuckle, "so why'd you wear those fake ones before?"
Luo Yanyu gasped, red spreading across her cheeks. "D-don't say things like that! It's embarrassing!"
"And… it's not like they're as big as Madam Ruan's…" she mumbled under her breath, averting her eyes.
Zhao Yiming burst into quiet laughter, the sound full of affection. Her honesty was too cute.
Feeling that Luo Yanyu's tension had faded, her pussy now adjusted to his cock, Zhao Yiming said lowly, "I'll start to move, then."
He grabbed her thighs and began thrusting slowly, groaning as he felt how tight and hot she was inside.
"Ah… you're so damn tight, Yanyu."
"Hnggghh… and you're too big!" she whimpered, her voice trembling as her body still struggled with the unfamiliar stretch.
But the more he moved, the more her discomfort melted into something else. A strange heat started to pool low in her belly, her stomach fluttering as her body flushed with warmth.
"Ahhh… Hahhh… Ngghh~" she moaned softly, her back arching as the strange sensation bloomed into pleasure.
Zhao Yiming watched her reactions, smirking. She was a mess now—drool slipping from the corner of her mouth, eyes rolled back, her body trembling beneath him like a helpless kitten.
"Hahhh… See? Sex feels this good," he hissed, gripping her tighter and increasing his pace.
His cock slammed deeper, and when he angled just right, he hit her G-spot—making her cry out loud.
"AHHH!! THAT'S—!" she screamed, her entire body jolting in overwhelming pleasure, her voice breaking.
Each movement inside her sent a shock through her core, hitting places she didn't even know existed.
He grabbed her waist tighter and sped up slightly, their bodies slapping together wetly. The sound of it echoed in the room, mixed with her high-pitched moans and the low groan from his throat.
"Yanyu, you feel too damn good… you're gonna make me cum too fast," he muttered, biting down on her neck softly before sucking on it to leave a deep hickey.
Her pussy trembled around his cock, and as he keep pounding her fast, the liquid started to pool beneath her.
"AHHH!!~ That part againnn!!" she cried out, her voice cracking as he angled his hips and hit her G-spot again, sending her legs twitching.
Her body jolted and her walls tightened around him like a vice. It was unbearable for both of them as they were close to their cum.
"I—AHHH! I CAN'T!! I-I'M CUMMINGGGG!!"
Her scream echoed as her pussy gushed again, squirting around his cock while her body trembled under him like a broken doll.
Zhao Yiming groaned, the tightness making it hard to hold back as he paused to breathe.
But the way she clung to him… the way her soaked pussy kept twitching around him… it was impossible to stop now.
He wanted more.