Chapter 1318 - 1313: The Masked Woman
The newcomer's martial arts skills were evidently not to be underestimated. As their body leapt in the air, they evaded Song Xiaojia's attack and, while airborne, delivered a rapid series of kicks toward her.
Song Xiaojia swiftly dodged, pressing close to the wall, then spun around and kicked back at the opponent.
The opponent had no intention of avoiding Song Xiaojia's kick, instead, they raised their right foot to meet her blow head-on.
Bang…
Song Xiaojia felt a powerful counterforce emanating from the opponent's foot, sending her flying back.
Although the counterforce was strong, it hadn't hurt her, indicating the opponent was holding back. Otherwise, Song Xiaojia wouldn't have gotten off so lightly.
Rising to her feet, Song Xiaojia refrained from launching another attack, instead choosing to observe her opponent.
Dressed in sportswear, the opponent's face was veiled in black gauze, making it impossible to discern their features, though their physique suggested they were a woman.
"Who are you?" Song Xiaojia asked in a sweet voice, looking at her opponent.
The opponent, in a similarly crisp voice, replied, "My senior brother's disciple is indeed impressive."
Song Xiaojia was momentarily stunned. What did that mean? Could this person be connected to Feng Lingshan?
"Who on earth are you?" Song Xiaojia demanded again, her voice insistent.
The opponent remained silent, slowly unveiling the black gauze from their face, revealing a strikingly beautiful visage before Song Xiaojia.
This extraordinarily beautiful face was one Song Xiaojia instantly recognized, it was none other than Feng Lingfeng, the Tai Chi Sect Leader.
Zhou Kai's status was now quite different from the past; he was now the Vice President of Sichuan University Group, a position second only to Zhou Rui.
That day, due to needing to sign a contract with a company, after the signing, the other party hosted a banquet. Zhou Kai merely had a bit to drink, and then encountered the most bizarre event of his life.
Returning home, Zhou Kai fumbled to turn on the room's light; the gentle, warm orange glow bathed the entire bedroom, creating a somewhat drowsy atmosphere.
His wife, Ma Yilin, wasn't home, probably at her mother's house.
The next morning, Zhou Kai felt someone gently caressing his face; he struggled to open his eyes and saw Ma Yilin sitting by his bedside, smiling at him, "Honey, you're awake!"
Zhou Kai looked at Ma Yilin, smiling gently, and said, "Why didn't you call me? I could have picked you up!"
As he spoke, Zhou Kai was about to sit up, but Ma Yilin pressed him back down by the shoulders and said, "You rest a bit more. I just came to see you. I didn't see you last night; when I called, you didn't answer. I was worried something might have happened to you, so I came over."
"You came over in the middle of the night?" Zhou Kai asked in surprise, "Didn't you sleep?"
"I napped a bit, I was lying next to you," Ma Yilin said with a smile, looking at Zhou Kai.
Zhou Kai wrapped his arms around Ma Yilin, pulling her into bed with him, gazing at her exquisite face. Suddenly, he felt a pang of guilt.
"Hey, if you have any complaints, just say them. Holding everything in is not good!" Zhou Kai knew that this time his reckless actions had made his woman quite angry since they were almost unable to get him back. Their worry was understandable.
To those who didn't matter to them, they wouldn't care or get angry. So even when Zhou Rui gave Zhou Kai the cold shoulder, he didn't mind.
Ma Yilin's words indeed moved Zhou Kai. He was now more burdened with guilt than anyone. As the leader of hundreds of brothers, and the Vice President of Sichuan University Group, acting so recklessly was truly inappropriate.
Recalling last night's events, Zhou Kai still vividly remembered everything in his mind.
At the banquet yesterday, Zhou Kai indeed had a few drinks. Normally, he could hold his liquor well, but somehow, those few drinks got to his head.
Feeling dazed, Zhou Kai found himself escorted to a room, and when he came to, he found himself in a room with a woman wearing a butterfly mask.
The room was specially equipped, not only fully furnished but also complete with sexual paraphernalia. Inside, the woman with the butterfly mask didn't remove it, instead, she sat with arms crossed on a chair, her long, shapely legs wrapped in black stockings provocatively crossed—without even wearing underwear.
Staring at the woman, Zhou Kai felt a strong and rising reaction within him.
The masked woman's body was nearly naked, and as for himself, he was unsurprisingly stark naked too.
The woman seemed a bit perverse, was Zhou Kai's initial sensation.
"Who are you?" Zhou Kai tried suppressing his strong reaction, asking the woman.
The woman, still masked, emitted a soft, sultry moan, "Don't ask who I am, I know what you want to do, just come here."
"Damn it," Zhou Kai cursed inwardly, unable to suppress the rage in his heart, and charged at the woman.
The masked woman giggled, suddenly turning to dodge him, raising her right hand, gesturing Zhou Kai to come over.
At that moment, Zhou Kai suddenly felt like he was earning his living with just his flesh, and the woman before him seemed like an employer; he was selling his body, his dignity, his soul.
The woman continued to gaze at Zhou Kai, but he could already see the arousal in her eyes beneath the mask, her legs encased in black stockings alternately crossed, occasionally revealing her hidden places.
Inside, Zhou Kai was filled only with fury, his mind blank except for thoughts of the act itself.
"Come, let's do it my way," the masked woman commanded Zhou Kai.
At that moment, Zhou Kai seemed to become a puppet, following the woman's instructions to perform a series of unspeakable acts.
The woman didn't tell him to stop, so Zhou Kai kept performing the disgraceful acts. As he continued, the woman began caressing her ample breasts with both hands, emitting faint moans.
"Come over," the woman ordered Zhou Kai in a commanding voice.
Zhou Kai approached, and the woman raised her right leg, using the toe of her black high heel to nudge him, switching to another pose and said, "Kiss it."
Zhou Kai chuckled, moving closer. To his surprise, the woman began kicking him.
Though the kicks weren't particularly heavy, to Zhou Kai, they were an immense provocation. He leapt up, pinning the woman to the ground, madly tearing at her clothes while pounding her body with his fists. The woman indeed seemed a bit depraved, apparently enjoying this kind of treatment. Zhou Kai's blows seemed to drive her wild, making her utter cries of pain mixed with allure: "Hit me harder, oh… so thrilling, so exciting."
Damn it, I'll beat you, you crazed pervert. Zhou Kai, thinking of the humiliation he just endured, struck even harder, each blow leaving red marks on the now naked woman's body.
The woman wore a mask, obscuring any expressions on her face. The harder Zhou Kai hit, the more excited she seemed. Her twisting body was like a pale snake, exuding a bewitching allure under Zhou Kai's assault.
"Come, take me, ravish me," the woman finally gave in to her soaring desires, letting out fanciful, wanton cries that pierced to the bone.
Zhou Kai had already been driven mad by the extreme depravity, his body reacting violently; since she wanted to play, he would accompany her to the end. He grabbed a colorful nylon rope, and without caring whether the woman agreed, tied her hands to the ends of the chair, then squatted down and spread her legs, fastening them to the two legs of the chair as well.
Release, frenzied release. Zhou Kai acted like a rabid dog, disregarding the woman's cries, his movements growing faster, each thrust going deeper. The woman shook her head constantly, her hair a tangled mess, as the unprecedented thrills and pleasure drove her repeatedly to climaxes.
After the passion subsided, Zhou Kai felt thoroughly drained, while the masked woman, without even casting him a glance, turned and left the room.
After resting for a while in the room, Zhou Kai finally regained his senses, surveyed the messy room, and inwardly cursed himself, Zhou Kai, oh Zhou Kai, look what you've done, how could you face Ma Yilin?
Thinking back to the events of last night, facing Ma Yilin at this moment, how could he not feel guilty.
Luckily, Ma Yilin didn't ask any further questions; the two of them lay in bed for a while until it was about eight-thirty, then got up and tidied themselves. Zhou Kai drove Ma Yilin to Sichuan University Group.
In his office, Zhou Kai had just sat down when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," Zhou Kai said.
The office door opened, and his assistant entered, holding a paper bag, saying to Zhou Kai, "Mr. Zhou, someone has just delivered a paper bag, saying it must be personally unsealed by you."
Zhou Kai acknowledged, taking the paper bag, and once the assistant left, he opened it to find a CD inside.
Inserting the CD into his computer, he opened it to see scenes from last night's indecent encounter with the woman in the butterfly mask playing out on the screen.