Chapter 307: The Pink Mole
The car Zhang Yang was driving now was an imported Audi Q7 2013 TFSI Exclusive Edition, priced at around 1.5 million — Qiao Xier's doing. Its massive body and dominating front end carried an intimidating presence.
Most importantly, the spacious interior — as Gao Qi would say — was the ultimate home-travel, girl-"slaying," water-"releasing" superweapon.
Five meters long and two meters wide, it could easily seat eight people. If the two rows of seats behind the driver were laid flat, he could even play mahjong inside. So things like car shaking were child's play — even a threesome was no problem.
When Tang Qiqi coyly poked the Audi, the image of car sex and a mass of snowy-white flesh instantly filled Zhang Yang's mind, short-circuiting his brain. He scooped up the already-soft Tang Qiqi, opened the car door, and carried her into the back seats.
Tang Qiqi looked confused as she watched Zhang Yang get out again, pull down all the manual sunshades, and flatten the rear seats. Only then did she ask in surprise, "What are you doing?"
The question made Zhang Yang freeze. What was he doing? Wasn't it obvious?
He cupped her tender, rosy lips and kissed her again. After a moment of his assault, Tang Qiqi softened once more. She wrapped her small hands around his waist and twisted lightly. "Brake… engine… turn them off."
Zhang Yang broke into a sweat — only now noticing he hadn't turned off the engine or engaged the handbrake. She must've seen the car moving slightly and tried to warn him, not seduce him into the car.
But now Zhang Yang didn't care. He turned off the engine and quickly climbed into the back seat. Even a fool would understand what he intended. Tang Qiqi stared at him wide-eyed, her small fists trembling — she was nervous.
Earlier outside the car, standing alone under the dim streetlight with the cold wind on her face, the first person she thought of was Zhang Yang — the man who took her first time.
She didn't know whether this counted as love. Standing there, she suddenly wanted to turn around and run back into his arms. But her pride forced her to walk forward mechanically. She didn't know what path lay ahead, but it felt like she had no reason to stay.
Looking back on the past two years, she didn't know how she survived — every day filled only with training, killing, and revenge.
Now that her vengeance was fulfilled, she felt no joy — only a sudden, boundless emptiness.
She calmly analyzed her relationship with Zhang Yang. At first, he was merely her target. After failing, he didn't kill her. She knew he only kept her alive to use her to obtain information on Spade Eight — she wasn't even a chess piece to him.
Later, through a series of coincidences, she was violated by him. At that moment he seemed to change a little — even willing to help her fulfill her unfinished wish and rescue those lonely old people.
During the ambush near Tujia Village, he even trusted her completely, exposing his back to her. If she had pulled the trigger then, everything would've changed.
At that moment, she realized that this naive, silly pretty-boy she once despised also had innocence and persistence. Though he stole her first time — hateful — she no longer hated him.
Later that night, when he foolishly tried to kill Cheng Jisheng alone, she realized — this man cared for her. Yes, part of his reason for killing Cheng Jisheng was self-protection, since Cheng had come to Meining and threatened his safety.
But he didn't have to do it himself — the National Security Bureau agents could have handled it, and the villa was secure.
Tang Qiqi believed that part of his reason was for her — to help her avenge her foster father and give her two years of suffering a perfect ending.
Even if Zhang Yang didn't think that way, she chose to believe it.
A woman stubborn in her heart is adorable… and foolish.
So the moment Zhang Yang drove after her, her mind turned into mush — she decided to follow this man.
Of course, following him and having sex were two different things. She understood what sex was. Though she wasn't the type to take initiative, during her days studying at the University of Michigan she'd almost had a boyfriend. In America, premarital sex wasn't taboo, and she'd seen far more extreme things — car sex was nothing.
But after returning home, her heart had sealed shut. Revenge occupied her whole mind. Now that her frozen heart was thawing, she felt afraid of intimacy.
Inside the spacious car cabin, Zhang Yang turned on the Q7's ambient lighting and played soft music. The rainbow-colored glow shone over them seductively.
Hearing their breaths grow heavier, she began to shrink back. Even though anger had drowned everything during her first time, the pain of being pierced still haunted her.
Zhang Yang saw her eyes — unclear in the dim light, but still readable. As long as she wasn't resisting, it was fine.
He kissed her again, pulling her into a dreamy haze, then gently lowered her onto the seat.
The Q7's genuine leather seats were wide and long.
Tang Qiqi only hesitated briefly before giving up resistance. Zhang Yang didn't pause. One hand slid onto her thigh. She instinctively tried to block him, but was quickly overwhelmed. His hand followed the hem of her skirt upward toward her pale inner thighs, then gently touched her most sacred place.
Her little fists opened into trembling claws gripping his shirt, and she let out a breathy moan.
"Don't!" She had barely spoken when she felt a cool breeze — her lace panties had already been pulled to her knees.
While she shifted her long legs in nervous panic, Zhang Yang's other hand reached upward, sliding down her smooth shoulder, tugging off her strap, and with practiced ease unhooking her bra.
When her full breasts bounced out into his hands and were kneaded relentlessly, Tang Qiqi made a bold decision.
Staring at Zhang Yang's hungry gaze fixed on her chest, she said boldly, "I want to be on top."
Zhang Yang froze. Before he could react, Tang Qiqi wrapped her arms around him. Her cherry lips rained kisses over his face. Her deft little hands unbuttoned his shirt, slid off his belt, and the moment his pants dropped — the heat below was wrapped in her warm tightness… The Q7 was huge, tall, and roomy. Even someone her height could move freely in circus-like ways.
She was wild — and Zhang Yang was dragged into a whirlpool of unprecedented ecstasy.
The lights dimmed. The heavy Q7 rocked rhythmically, accompanied by low music and squeaky sounds.
When their breathing finally calmed, both of them were fully naked. The spacious back cabin was covered in scattered clothing. Tang Qiqi lay on Zhang Yang's chest, listening quietly to his heartbeat. Neither wanted to move.
System points! Zhang Yang lifted his head and saw the red digital clock behind the steering wheel — 23:40.
He suddenly remembered — the M-level hidden mission wasn't completed yet.
"Qiqi!"
"Mm?" Hearing him call her like that, Tang Qiqi felt a burst of sweetness. It had been years since someone called her name so intimately.
"I…" Zhang Yang hesitated, unsure how to begin.
"Say it." Tang Qiqi rubbed her cheek against his chest, lips pursed.
"Are you… underage? Why do I feel like… you seem really smooth down there… a white tiger?"
Tang Qiqi's face instantly flushed. She twisted him viciously. "Nonsense! I just have less, not what you said…"
"No, I have to check." Zhang Yang said, turning on the car light.
Beep! The interior light wasn't very bright, but after being in the dark, it felt piercing.
Tang Qiqi squinted, her face flushing red. She instinctively tried to cover herself but was too late.
Zhang Yang took the chance to turn the light even brighter and spread her legs.
"Ah!" She shrieked softly, instantly covering her mouth. Then she reached desperately to stop him from seeing her already-messy sacred place.
Despite just finishing a fierce round, Zhang Yang was still mesmerized by her holy place — drool nearly leaked from the corner of his mouth.
Luckily he remembered the M-level hidden mission. And there it was — just below her soft curls, a tiny pink mole the size of a grain of rice, glimmering like a pink diamond embedded in snow-white skin.
As she tried to clamp her legs shut, Zhang Yang decisively reached out and pressed the pink mole before she could stop him. At that moment, the damn system's voice rang out.