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Chapter 13
"Lu the Beauty, undo your clothes again and let me look at your tits, or who knows how long it'll take me to finish this time!" Redhead leaned back against the headboard with a pillow behind him, smoking as he stared lustfully at Lu Yao's flushed face. When she didn't respond, he lifted a foot and lightly kicked her butt.
"No." Lu Yao hadn't planned to respond at all, but when he actually used his foot to kick her, the disrespect made her bristle. She shifted her body in irritation, clenched her teeth, and snapped "No!" at him.
"Suit yourself. But if I don't come, you're not allowed to leave." Seeing she refused to cooperate, he smirked and dropped it. Lu Yao frowned and glanced down at the shaft in her hand. Remembering what she had looked up on her phone last night, her cheeks flushed scarlet at once.
"Spit…" Just thinking of doing something so humiliating made shame spike through her. But it was still better than letting him violate her. With that in mind, she blushed, gripped his shaft in one hand, and stroked up and down. Then she lowered her head slightly and spat a little saliva onto the crown, pinched the purplish glans to circle it gently, and pressed her thumb against the slit to lightly rub and knead.
"Hss… Lu the Beauty, did you secretly practice last night?" Feeling the change in her technique, Redhead couldn't help a wicked grin. He guessed she had probably searched for ways to make men climax quickly and was trying to use technique to speed him up.
"Don't talk…" Being seen through made Lu Yao's shame burn hotter. She pursed her lips and shot him a fierce glare, then continued following the moves she'd learned from the video stroking his shaft occasionally cupping and gently massaging his two testicles to try to bring him off faster.
But she didn't know that improving technique only helps if the man cooperates. If he doesn't want to come, it's still difficult.
Especially since Redhead was naturally long-lasting and was purposefully holding back. After she stroked him for over ten minutes, he was still lounging, smoking, and watching his phone, showing no intention of climaxing.
"Well… d-does it… feel good?" After helping him for more than ten minutes, Lu Yao was slightly breathless, her slender arms starting to ache. When she accidentally glanced up and saw him chuckling at a comedy clip on his phone, anger surged in her chest.
Bastard… I'm working myself to exhaustion for him, and he's deliberately distracting himself with funny videos!
Still, she didn't want her effort to go to waste. Swallowing her anger, she forced what she thought was a seductive smile and asked him again.
"Huh? What did you say?" He looked up as if confused, pretending he hadn't heard her. Then he nodded solemnly, as though only just processing it. "Of course it feels good. Keep stroking me for a bit, and I might finish soon."
"C-could you please take this seriously?" Of course she could tell he was toying with her. She was already debasing herself, and he was treating it with total indifference deliberately distracting himself so he wouldn't come and could torment her longer. Grief mixed with anger. She bit back the urge to sob and snapped at him.
"But you won't let me touch you. If I don't look at my phone, should I just lie down and sleep?" he replied in feigned helplessness. He lit another cigarette, took two puffs, then added, "Besides, I want to finish quickly too. But my big cock just doesn't feel like coming. I can't help that."
"Y-you… Don't you have… that… on your phone…? If you open one of those… movies, wouldn't that help?" Fighting mortification, she kept stroking and stammered out the suggestion.
"Boring. I've watched those too many times." He crossed his legs and swung his foot lazily, "accidentally" brushing her waist now and then. Shame and anger flashed in her eyes. "If nothing works, then do it yourself!"
"Lu the Beauty, do you really hate helping me this much?" To her surprise, instead of pressuring her, Redhead suddenly asked that. Her first thought was that he was scheming something, so she answered flatly, "Obviously."
"Hmm…" He stroked his chin as if thinking, then smiled. "If you truly don't want to help me, I can make it so you don't have to going forward."
"Hm?" For a moment, hope flickered then caution. He wouldn't give up so easily. She said nothing and waited for the catch.
"It's like this. I want you to do me another favor." He flicked ash with a show of seriousness. She had already guessed there was something else, so she only nodded for him to continue.
"I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend for a while." He scratched his head, smiling awkwardly. When she opened her mouth to object, he cut in, "Hear me out. You know it's always just been me and my grandma. She's old now, her health isn't good."
"She's always wanted me to bring a girlfriend home and settle down. But my family has no money, no apartment, no car so of course no girl wants to date me. I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend and come home with me a few times so my grandma can rest easy."
He finished and watched her. "Well? What do you think?"
"If you agree to this, I won't make you stroke me anymore." He had already finished a cigarette without realizing it and lit another, took two puffs, and added, "That's the deal."
"No. I'm a married woman. How could I agree to something like that?" She shook her head decisively. "And I'm older than you. Who would believe I'm your girlfriend?"
"You don't look that old we're about the same," he chuckled, flattering her. "We'd just be fooling my grandma. We'd go share a meal with her a few times. All she needs is to know I have a girlfriend."
"No. Absolutely not. If it were something else, maybe. But not this." She feared any new entanglement after this ordeal ended and refused to be drawn deeper.
"Then there's no other way. You'll just have to keep stroking me," he said with a shrug and a leisurely drag. "My grandma's probably already disappointed in me anyway. Whether I bring a girlfriend home or not doesn't matter."
"But whether I come or not that depends on you." He crossed his legs proudly. "And as you must have realized, if I don't want to come, you won't make me. Then you'll sit here all night. I slept all day I've got plenty of energy."
"You…" The threat was obvious. Frustration prickled under her skin. She knew she couldn't outlast him, and she had no desire to spend the whole night here. After a long silence, she said hesitantly, "I can help you but we have to set clear terms. If you break them, our agreement is void, and you must never harass me again."
"Relax. I keep my word. Once you've pretended to be my girlfriend a few times and soothed my grandma, I promise never to bother you again." Seeing she had finally yielded, he brightened at once. They discussed details: how long to pretend, how many times to visit his home, and so on. Only after they had agreed on everything and she felt there were no obvious pitfalls did Lu Yao nod.
"Where are you going, Lu the Beauty…" he called, stopping her when she tried to leave. She paused and glanced back, puzzled. "We're done talking. What else?"
"You can't just stop halfway through stroking me. Be reasonable." He raised his hips with a filthy grin, wagging his shaft. "At least finish the job this time. Otherwise I'll be so pent up."
"You… Didn't we agree… I do that for you… and you… you won't make me do this anymore!" At the sight of his still-stiff length, her face flushed and she turned her gaze away quickly.
"That was after you agreed to be my girlfriend. We said you wouldn't have to do it anymore after this time. But you haven't finished this time, so it doesn't count." He gripped himself and slowly stroked. She stood there in silence for a moment, then returned to sit beside him. "This time… don't hold back on purpose."
"Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll finish quickly." He sat up at once, pulled her hand over, and placed it on his rigid shaft.
"Ah…" She sighed softly, frowning as she wrapped her fingers around him and began to stroke again. After more than ten minutes, he finally let out a low, guttural groan, and thick, sticky semen spurted out.
The moment he finished, Lu Yao blushed fiercely, bolted for the bathroom, quickly washed the semen from her hands, and fled the ward in a panic.
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