A sudden splash, Du Mannin emerged from the water, wrapping herself in a bath towel while wiping her waist-length hair dry!
The top-tier room in a five-star hotel is indeed extraordinary, even larger than her own bathroom at home. It's just a pity that after such careful preparation, she was stood up with a single phone call.
Du Mannin stood in front of the mirror, gazing at her body. At twenty-one, she was a stunning sight wherever she went. Her delicate oval face, skin as clear and smooth as jade, willow-leaf shaped eyebrows and autumn-like eyes made quite a combination. Water droplets trailed from her hair, over her smooth forehead to her sensual lips, finally disappearing into the valley of her lush bosom.
She boldly let her towel fall, her chest batting boldly into view. Eyeballing her own smooth and finely cured body, a profound resentment welled up within her.
After three years, he had finally returned from his studies; they were finally going to meet. In this city of fleeting love affairs, no one would ever believe that she had been in a relationship for five years and was still a virgin. He cherished, endeared, and respected her. Their childhood bond was uniquely empathetic.
He had also expressed his desires to her. After all, men are easily impulsive, while women are inherently shy. They dared only to hold hands and innocently explore the fringes of each other's bodies.
Today was his birthday. Gathering up all her courage, she booked the best room, prepared a candlelight dinner, and was ready to present herself as a gift. But he… he missed his flight.
She knew that come the next sunrise, she would have lost all her courage to plan another such surprise. God knows, this was the boldest thing she had done in her life, after setting aside all her inhibitions.
“Sigh…” Du Mannin heaved a sigh, casually putting on an erotic nightgown lying near the bed.
Perhaps no woman has ever experienced what she was feeling - wearing such a provocative nightgown for the first time in her life and not even wanting to take a second look. She went to the cupboard, grabbed a bottle of strong red wine which she had originally chosen for its mood-enhancing properties; now she was drinking to drown her sorrows.
"Huh?” After swallowing some wine, Du Mannin licked her lips curiously. Wasn't this supposed to be a highly alcoholic wine? Why did it have such a sweet taste? Suddenly, she realized – the hotel staff must have substituted it with a cheap wine.
Let's treat it as a beverage! Grumbling to herself, she threw her head back and drank half a bottle in one gulp. The idea of drinking to drown her sorrows appealed to her and in no time, she finished off the two bottles of wine she had bought. Tossing away her slippers, she flopped onto the super large double bed.
"So soft…" she rubbed herself against the soft blanket with satisfaction, sighing contently – and with the waves of intoxication sweeping over her, Du Mannin closed her eyes and sank into a deep sleep...
The five-star Imperial Hotel, a high-end holiday resort!
As the automatic gate slowly opened, a tall and handsome man walked in, followed by two equally handsome men. The man in the lead wore a well-tailored black suit and sunglasses that hid most of his face, yet his chiseled features still exuded a cool charm.
"Room 8018, thank you!" The deep, magnetic voice of the man instantly stunned the receptionist. She stared at him, clearly smitten. The man frowned in displeasure and repeated more patiently, "Room 8018, Miss."
"Uh, uhm, okay! Room 8018... here's your room key, sir." The receptionist finally pulled herself back to reality, handed over the key to him with both hands. The man didn't even spare a glance at her as he headed towards the elevator.
Two equally handsome men observed the scene from behind him. One of them couldn't resist quipping, "Second brother, it seems Boss's charm is stronger than ever."
The other shot him a frosty stare and murmured, "Third Brother, two months ago, someone made the same comment and ended up commuting between our companies in Australia and New Zealand for a month and a half, flying over half of Australia. I wonder if that person has learned his lesson?"
"Tsk! You lack a sense for gossip!" The man known as Third Brother grumbled. Turning to the receptionist, he gave a roguish smile and whistled, "Hey Miss, your hair is gorgeous..."
Second Brother, quickly picked up room keys provided by the receptionist, and impatiently pulled Third Brother away to catch up to their leader. Third Brother waved goodbye to the receptionist, eliciting tittering giggles from the rest of the women there. Upon seeing this, the leading man cast a glance towards Third Brother, who immediately quieted down. The elevator slowly ascended to the destination as the trio remained silent until they reached Room 8018.
Once the leader entered his room, the two others each headed to their own nearby rooms.
Nangong Han entered the room, switched on the light, promptly removed his tie and jacket, tossing them aside. He then stepped into the bathroom. But what he found was a scene that made Nangong Han furrow his brows. Lying on the floor was a dainty, triangular pair of underwear. Further in, by the side of the oversized bathtub, laid a woman's bra...
Nangong Han's frown deepened. He backed out of the bathroom, entered the bedroom, and turned on the light. And sure enough, a woman was curled up on the huge double-sized bed, sleeping soundly.
The small figure of the woman settled in the enormous bed, partially hidden under the soft quilt. Unable to get a clear look at her, Nangong Han chose not to approach and returned to the bathroom. Getaways usually meant company underlings wishing to suck up would send women to his bed.
But this woman gave a terrible first impression. How could they send him a woman who was not adorned in seductive nightwear waiting for him, left her intimate apparels scattered around carelessly? And most importantly – this woman was asleep...
After a quick shower, Nangong Han dried his hair and re-entered the bedroom. He switched the main light off, leaving only the bedside lamp on. The soft, yellow glow threw a soothing ambiance onto the room. Nangong Han laid down on the other side of the bed. After a long flight from the U.S., he felt fatigued.
Unexpectedly, as Nangong Han lay down, the woman stirred restlessly, murmuring something and promptly snuggled her body into his, her hand hooked around his waist and nestled against his forearm. She flicked her small pink tongue over his skin affectionately before settling back into slumber.
Nangong Han turned his head, only then properly looking at the woman lying next to him. Her dark, voluptuous hair spread out over the bed and the alluring sheen on her blushing face under the dim light caught his attention. Her visibly moist, pink lips parted ever so slightly, her chestnut fragrance mixed with a sweet smell of alcohol.
She wore a semi-transparent nightgown, her ample bosom visible in the room's soft glow. Her trembling in-tune with her breath, the seductive curves of her body offering a lethal temptation. Nangong Han felt heat building inside him, his desire swiftly awakened, he didn't hesitate and turned over, pinning her beneath his stature. She gave out a soft moan, her voice sweet and seductive.
"You little fox, so this is how you welcome me!" Nangong Han's voice was husky as he leaned in to kiss her lips. Their softness and sweet taste caught him by surprise. His hand slid up, sliding her nightgown down to bare both their bodies, taut against each other. Their intimacy took both of them by surprise, the tingling sensation spreading throughout their limbs.
"Mmm..." Du Mannin let out a contented sigh as if floating on the ocean, her head spinning.
Nangong Han was left stunned by her honest and unpretentious response which ignited his desire. His kisses trailed down from the corner of her mouth, pecking gently at her neck before journeying down to her chest, his mouth finding her cherry nipple.
"Ah... um... It's ticklish..." Du Mannin moaned, this unexpected pleasure making her arch her back. Her hands wrapped instinctively around his shoulders. In her drunkenness, she could only respond with her most primal instincts, forgetting shyness and modesty.
"Ah... It hurts..." Du Mannin cried, her hands pushing against his chest, trying to reject him. Intense pain brought a moment of clarity to her intoxicated mind. The blurry male face and potent torte of sensuality reminded her of her initial plan to give herself voluntarily, yet the pain was too much! She could only shakily clutch at his neck, mumbling into his ear, "Ouch... It hurts... So painful... Ah, big brother, be gentler. It really hurts..."
The moment he penetrated her, Nangong Han's body stiffened, frozen atop hers. He could clearly feel that he had broken through her barrier, a sensation he had often avoided. He disliked the emotional attachments that could come with taking a woman's virginity, preferring a straightforward exchange of money and pleasure. This unexpected realization led Nangong Han to suppress his rising desire and he was about to withdraw from her body.
"No! Don't... stop, big brother..." Du Mannin croaked out brokenly, his rough invasion causing her pain yet also an odd numbness. Every thrust seemed like an electric current, making her toes curl.
Regardless of whether she was a virgin, he was just doing his job. Nangong Han didn't ponder his anger or the slight discomfort in the back of his mind. He continued to move within her for the mutual enjoyment, the impact against Du Mannin's body making a rhythmic noise.
Another suppressed scream sounded as gorgeous sparks ignited within her mind. Her eyes closed, breathing ragged, her entire body spasming with waves of tingling pleasure. Brief emptiness filled her mind till she felt the weight on her lift, murmuring a dazed, "Big brother..."
With a smack, a heated pain spread from her buttocks. He... He actually spanked her? He wasn't too gentle or too rough, it almost felt like flirtation. Yet, it ignited the indignation that had built up over the night, especially after his lie about missing the flight. Without opening her eyes, Du Mannin squeezed herself into his arms and found a spot to retaliate, biting down hard.
"Ouch!" Nangong Han grunted in pain, watching the closed-eyed woman gnawing fiercely. When she finally pulled away, she had left a bloody mark under his arm.
"It's late, wild kitten." He bent down to capture her lips, muffling her shock. His hand relit a storm upon her body...
The next day, Du Mannin was awoken by a relentless ringing of her phone. As her eyes opened, the unfamiliar surroundings had her disoriented for a while. Only after a while, she remembered that she was in a hotel room. Grabbing the phone by the bedside: "Hello..."
Her voice was soft and weak, causing the person on the other line to falter before a man's voice politely spoke: "Hello, Miss, I am the duty manager at the Royal Hotel. May I speak with Miss Du in room 8018?"
"Yes, what's up?" Still a bit confused, it took Du Mannin a while to comprehend his words. The man coughed awkwardly on the other end: "Er, nothing... Miss Du, did you... did you have a good night?"
"Very good..." Rubbing her head, it seemed she drank a little too much, though there was no need to share that with the hotel manager.
"Really? Are you sure you're okay?" The hotel manager asked with concern. Du Man Ning lightly responded, "I'm fine."
"Alright, that's good to hear. I won't disturb your rest further. Goodbye, Miss Du."
"Goodbye!" Du Man Ning had just finished speaking when the beep-beep sound indicated that the phone call had ended. The speed at which the hotel manager hung up puzzled her, causing her to slightly furrow her brows, mutter, "How absurd", and then place the phone back.
However, when she saw the hefty stack of cash by her bedside, her expression froze. An idea flashed across her mind, causing her to sit up abruptly. This sudden wakeup made her bodily aches seem more intense, nearly causing her to fall back onto the bed. Scenes from the previous night flooded back to her - they were blurred and distant.
But when she tremblingly lifted the blanket, her face suddenly became deathly pale. The sight nearly scared her out of her wits. The messy bed was stained with now-brownish bloodstains - the remaining scent of lovemaking filled the air, making it clear what had transpired the night before.
