Chapter 18 Do Not Stay Here

  Mu Tianyang's face turned gloomy, and he said: "Then you'll just stay with me. Tell her you're going to school! You can board here and study, I'll give you a month off every month so you can go home and see her!"

  "She... she will ask the teacher..."

  "Are you determined to go?" Mu Tianyang suddenly stared at her.

  She said with a bitter tone: "I'm only 17, it's what I should be doing!"

  "Fine, I can't help you!" He nodded angrily and suddenly spread her legs apart, letting her straddle his own.

  "What are you doing?!" Wanqing shouted loudly.

  He came to open his own pants zipper and grabbed her uninjured hand to put it in.

  "Ah——"

  "Keep your voice down!" Mu Tianyang gritted his teeth and taught her to hold onto his avatar, "Don't let Zhang Mama hear you."

  She wanted to withdraw her hand in fear, but he held it down. She looked nervously towards the kitchen and begged: "Don't... please don't do it here..."

  "Make it hard!" he commanded coldly, "otherwise I'll call the hospital right away and let your mom know what's going on between us!"

  "Don't be like that, I'll do it, I'll do it..." she said hastily shaking her head. Holding his hand tightly, she then asked, "I... how am I supposed to do it?"

  He grasped her arm and slid it up and down: "Hold onto it, think of it like this, up and down, in and out..."

  She bashfully complied, wishing she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into. Before long, his desire was revived under her small hands. Mu Tianyang let out a comfortable sigh, his hand roaming over her body.

  Her body trembled with emotion, wanting to resist. He gave her a threatening look, and she could only obey and sit on his lap, not daring to retreat at all.

  Slowly, his hand slipped into her underwear, caressing her petals.

  "Don't..." A soft and melancholic voice whispered, "Hurt..."

  "Still swollen?" He took a glance at her. The past two days were too intense, but he didn't plan to let her off... because she was just too delicious!

  A moment later, his fiery passion had hardened like iron. He pushed her hand away, lifted her body up, and aligned his hardness with her softness... and thrust in!

  "Ah—" Wan Qing softly cried out and fell into his arms, repeatedly begging, "Don't... don't do it here..."

  Zhang's mother is in the kitchen, you will see her.

  "Who told you not to listen?" Mu Tianyang bumped upwards a few times, hugging her as he stood up, "Put your arms around my waist, don't fall off!"

  "What do you want to do?"

  "Go upstairs!"

  He held her and turned, walking upstairs. Every step up the stairs hit deep inside her. Wan Qing bit his shoulder in distress. Today was different from the past two days, besides pain, there was a hint of unfamiliarity... with pleasure...