Chapter 17: In Netori We Thrust!**
Su Meilin ran as fast as she could to hold the door from opening. Her body leaned on the doorframe, cum dripping down her legs.
She felt weak, so weak—but she knew it'd be a huge problem if their affair got exposed this early.
Jin Haolong was a temperamental man. And worse—he was powerful enough to crush a guy like Zhao Yiming with a snap of his fingers.
"No–nothing! I just hurt my foot because I dropped a glass!" she shouted, her voice trembling.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yiming had an entirely different problem. He tilted his head, eyes glued to Su Meilin's curves as she bent over at the door, that fat ass arched up just right. The sight alone made his cock twitch.
'Is it that damn dog-shit deity again, stuffing my head full of dirty thoughts?!'
Now he was seriously questioning his sanity. But hell—she looked too damn sexy like that.
If he could just thrust into her right now, make her moan while her husband stood helpless on the other side of the door...
["That would be fucking hot!!!"]
A notification popped up in front of him. The cursed sign he already knew too well.
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