"Butler?" Lin Jingjing's head was spinning from one shock after another.
"Yeah," Zhao Xuan replied, laying out his terms. "I'll find a place to stay, but one person won't be enough to handle everything. I won't shortchange you—I'll cover all your expenses, and there might be work-related stuff you'll need to take care of too."
For Lin Jingjing, a small-town girl who'd just graduated from an ordinary university, those terms were downright tempting. She knew "butler" was just a fancy word—this guy, five years younger than her, basically wanted to keep her all to himself.
Even so, it was hard to say no.
Lin Jingjing was from Ganzhou. Fortunately, her parents were open-minded; they worked long hours at factories in the nearby economic development zone to put her through college. After graduation, she stayed in Lianhai, determined to buy a home in Ganzhou for her parents someday.
In her first six months on the job, thanks to her looks and competence, she sold quite a few properties. Regular homebuyers didn't usually hit on her, and she managed to pocket over 60,000 yuan in that time. But after turning down hints from her boss, things took a nosedive.
"Alright… I agree." After an intense internal struggle, Lin Jingjing finally nodded. Partly, she decided to gamble that Zhao Xuan was the real deal—a genuine diamond in the rough. And partly, Jiangcheng was much closer to Ganzhou, so she could visit home more often.
Just as Zhao Xuan had made up his mind to claim Lin Jingjing tonight, he got another notification:
[First Taste of Forbidden Fruit: For the host, this person before you can open a brand-new door—claim her.]
With that mission popping up and seeing Lin Jingjing's cheeks flushed, Zhao Xuan completely lost control, morphing into a hungry wolf.
"Mmm…" Caught off guard by Zhao Xuan pouncing on her, Lin Jingjing hadn't even had time to react before he wrapped his arms around her and covered her lips with his.
She'd seen adult videos before, sure, but this was her first time in real life. Zhao Xuan had zero experience—he was just going on instinct, sucking gently on her little tongue while his left hand slipped inside her dress from the chest area.
Her ample breasts were already squeezed tight by the fabric; now with a big hand crowding in, there was hardly any room left. Zhao Xuan felt his hand wedged between two silky, bouncy orbs, unable to move an inch further.
Still, the sensation alone was enough to send a rookie's blood rushing. He kneaded her breast roughly, while his right hand reached behind her to try unbuttoning the dress for more maneuvering space.
"Mr. Zhao, not in the car…" Lin Jingjing didn't put up much resistance. In fact, his roughness sent a tingle between her legs, making her wet. But there was no way she could accept losing her virginity in a car.
"It's my first time… please, let me keep some dignity." Feeling Zhao Xuan wasn't stopping, she pleaded again.
Hearing that, Zhao Xuan finally cooled down a bit.
She was a virgin—and so was he. Getting frisky in a car in busy city streets was a bit insane.
"Let's go—to Junyue Hotel." He buckled both their seatbelts, started the engine, and drove off.
As for the private room at Xinghai Yipin?
Forget the deposit.
Zhao Xuan had already booked an executive suite at Junyue Grand Hotel earlier. Dinner? They'd grab something simple at the hotel.
Tonight's main course was the stacked beauty riding shotgun.
He parked, dashed to the front desk for the keycard, and practically flew upstairs to the room. The moment the door shut, he scooped Lin Jingjing into his arms and tossed her onto the nearly two-meter-wide bed.
The executive suite wasn't the fanciest room in the hotel, but at over 130 square meters, it was roomier than most apartments—conditions were top-notch.
"Ah—!" Lin Jingjing felt herself thrown onto the soft mattress, and in an instant, the man was on top of her.
"I'm gonna take a shower first. We've got all night, and I'll take good care of you." Caught off guard by the sudden boldness of this kid, Lin Jingjing could only arch her chest invitingly while coaxing him softly.
Zhao Xuan thought it over, then let go of her. He gave her perky butt a firm slap, rubbed it hard, and said, "Fine, but strip outside the bathroom first."
Lin Jingjing's face turned beet red.
"Or I'll devour you right now." Zhao Xuan issued the threat and pretended to tear her dress apart.
"Don't rip it—I… I'll take it off for you." She caved.
"Stand over there first." Zhao Xuan didn't let her start undressing immediately. Now calmer, he figured, like she'd said, they had all night—plenty of time to savor this.
Lin Jingjing slid off the bed and stood where he pointed.
Zhao Xuan sat up, pulled her to the edge of the bed, kept her standing, and began stroking her body from top to bottom.
Being pawed like an object by a guy five years younger stirred a flicker of humiliation in her heart. Strangely, instead of disgust, she found herself drawn to that humiliation.
"Strip."
At those two words, Lin Jingjing obeyed almost reflexively, slowly untying the ribbon at the back of her dress.
Summer clothes came off easy. In under a minute, she was out of it, revealing a white bra and panties.
Another minute later, she stood fully exposed before Zhao Xuan, hands unsure where to go—instinctively wanting to shield herself, yet afraid of angering him, switching between clasping behind her back and crossing in front.
"Alright, go shower." After teasing her body for a bit, Zhao Xuan sent her to the bathroom.
He called room service for dinner, then headed into the other bathroom.
Not because he didn't want to shower with her—it was because he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back. Neither of them wanted their first time happening in a bathtub.
And through his tests, Zhao Xuan confirmed that Lin Jingjing really did have a submissive streak.
Earlier, he'd given her embarrassing commands and treated her like an object while she stood there. That whole sequence actually boosted her favorability toward him to 90!
Men can shower lightning-fast. By the time the server brought dinner, Zhao Xuan was already showered and dressed in pajamas.
He grabbed a few slices of cake and a piece of chicken breast to tide himself over, chugged some high-end mineral water, then Lin Jingjing emerged from the bathroom.
She wore a white robe, slightly damp hair cascading down her back. The robe was loosely tied at one button, giving tantalizing glimpses of her large breasts, slim waist, and even her sex with every step.
Zhao Xuan patted the bed, signaling her to sit beside him.
"Want something to eat?" he asked with a grin, pulling her into his arms.
He felt the beauty trembling.
"Okay." She reached for the tray of food.
"No hands—I'll feed you." He yanked her arms behind her, picked up a slice of cake, bit half, leaned in…
Lin Jingjing, catching on fast, tilted her head up. Zhao Xuan used his tongue to push the cake into her mouth, swirling it around inside.
After feeding her several pieces of cake and some water, her eyes were glazed, and her lower mound glistened with slick moisture.
"You little vixen, already wet?" Zhao Xuan set the tray aside, ripped open her robe, and began fingering her.
"It's because of you…" She tried to protest, but he slapped her 32E breast, sending a wave rippling across it.
"Still talking back?" The slap gave him both tactile and visual pleasure. Wanting more, he spanked her breasts a few more times.
"Don't hit me, don't hit me—I'm a slut, a little whore…" She quickly begged for mercy.
"Breasts that size—you trying to tempt men? You really haven't been with anyone else?" Zhao Xuan wasn't letting up, fingers teasing her sex while kneading her ample chest.
"I'm a virgin. Jingjing's big boobs were born just for you, to tempt only you." Already dazed with desire, she rubbed her thighs together, trying to ease the emptiness.
"Then how do you prove it?" Zhao Xuan had stripped off his robe too. His nearly 20-centimeter erection jutted out before her face.
"Mmm…" She knew what he wanted to hear, but a shred of pride held her back.
Zhao Xuan checked her status—her favorability had hit 100.
"Figure out a way to prove it yourself, or I won't take you." He kept her on edge. His own member throbbed painfully, so he pulled her slender legs up and started a thigh job.
"P-Please… insert into my little hole to prove my purity!" Unable to bear his teasing, Lin Jingjing finally blurted it out.
"Good—I'll deflower you now!" Zhao Xuan hoisted her up, pressing the tip against her entrance but holding back.
"Open your eyes! Watch me take your cherry!" Another slap to her breast—he was loving the feel.
Lin Jingjing dared not disobey. Love and fear tangled inside her for this boy five years younger; she opened her eyes without hesitation.
Then, with a powerful thrust, Zhao Xuan buried his massive heat deep inside her.
"Ah!"
A scream escaped her. Zhao Xuan felt the resistance of her untouched flesh and the barrier breaking; a trace of crimson flowed out, staining the sheets—proof she'd told the truth.