When Lin Jingjing woke up the next morning, she was already washed up and ready, just waiting for Zhao Xuan to rise.
Her body still ached fiercely from the night before. Zhao Xuan's brutality had genuinely scared her — on the surface, he looked like a mild-mannered guy who'd just finished the gaokao. But weirdly, Lin Jingjing realized she didn't hate the feeling.
"He's really… powerful…" Remembering last night, she felt a slight dampness between her legs.
She grabbed her phone from the bedside table. Yesterday Zhao Xuan had transferred money in front of her, but seeing the bank balance text made it feel more real.
"So… I just sold myself?" Staring at the screen, she blanked out for a second.
"At least I sold myself to just one person." With a soft sigh, the soreness in her body eased a little. She glanced at the sleeping Zhao Xuan and got up to wash up.
After taking a couple steps, she suddenly remembered something, turned back, peeked at the man in bed, then knelt and crawled toward the bathroom on all fours…
After freshening up and getting everything ready for Zhao Xuan, she crawled back to the bedside and knelt, waiting for him to wake.
By the time Zhao Xuan opened his eyes, it was already ten in the morning. He saw Lin Jingjing kneeling dutifully beside the bed.
The moment she noticed he was awake, she immediately bowed in greeting.
"Come, get on the bed." Zhao Xuan patted her head.
After that wild night, even he was a little worn out — it had been his first time too.
Morning wood was normal for a teenage guy. Lin Jingjing looked at his stiff rod and was about to position herself, but Zhao Xuan stopped her.
"Give Master morning head. Just hold it in your mouth." Not in the mood for anything too intense that early, he slid into her mouth, ordered her not to let her teeth touch, then lay back, enjoying himself while opening his class QQ group chat.
Even without extra movement, after twenty minutes Zhao Xuan hit his limit — guys' stamina in the morning is usually trash.
He tossed his phone, grabbed her hair, and shoved his cock deep into her throat.
"Hold still, don't move!"
It was Lin Jingjing's first deep-throat, and being treated so roughly, she couldn't adjust. But she didn't dare move either, choking back her gag reflex and swallowing as best she could.
"That's it, keep going!" The tightening of her throat sent waves of pleasure through Zhao Xuan. When he heard her gurgling, he pulled out.
After letting her catch her breath for a few seconds, he thrust deep again, adjusting her head angle to go even farther.
After repeating that a few times, he finally shot thick ropes of cum into her mouth.
"Pfft—" Her mouth couldn't hold it all, and her swallowing wasn't fast enough. White globs spilled from the corners of her lips, and a strand even shot out her nose.
Zhao Xuan collapsed onto the bed in post-orgasm bliss. Lin Jingjing immediately crawled to the side, coughing hard.
A while later, Zhao Xuan got up and went to the bathroom. After taking a piss, he noticed the sink already stocked with toiletries.
Earlier, he'd thought about just peeing in her mouth, but figured she couldn't handle that much liquid yet, and besides, he didn't want to waste her like that.
After all, she was his first woman, and she'd given him her virginity. He'd told her to practice her skills, but honestly, he had no clue how far that should go. She was five years older, and Zhao Xuan loved being cared for by a mature "big sister" type — especially one he could dominate.
Back at the bed, Lin Jingjing had cleaned up in the other bathroom and walked out.
Seeing her still a little wobbly from last night's abuse, Zhao Xuan hugged her naked body, groped her all over, then gave her plump, perky ass a loud smack. "Get dressed — Master's taking you shopping."
Lin Jingjing wasn't materialistic on the surface, but Zhao Xuan knew a woman "bought" for forty grand a month was basically a gold-digger underneath. Still, as long as she was loyal and obedient, fitting his fantasy of a mature maid, he didn't mind. If she were truly high-and-mighty, she wouldn't have been so easy to win over.
They had lunch at the hotel restaurant, then headed to Times Square.
Zhao Xuan didn't know much about luxury brands — just general price ranges. Specific quality comparisons? Total blank. So he didn't play the big shot; he let Lin Jingjing pick the brands.
The moment she stepped out of the car, she tugged him straight into a boutique.
"Gucci." Zhao Xuan recognized the name — expensive as hell. But with ¥1.6 million freshly credited, he wasn't worried.
It was also a test for Lin Jingjing — to see how she'd position herself.
Her materialism ran deep, though she hid it well. Stepping out of the car, she'd been briefly dazzled and dragged him in. But after scanning a few items, she cooled down, realizing someone in her "position" shouldn't be that eager.
"Master, please choose for your slave. I'm dressing to please you." Blushing, she moved close, whispering so only he could hear.
Zhao Xuan was pleased — she knew her place. That meant he could bring her out regularly. Had she gone straight for a shopping spree, he'd have cut back on spending; nobody's money grows on trees.
Well, his did, kind of — but spending still had to be fun.
Truth was, Zhao Xuan didn't get designer fashion, especially runway designs. But reading price tags? No problem.
Back then, Gucci wasn't that stratospheric — most bags were under ¥20k. He didn't understand why a plain-print mini bag with a tiny metal clasp cost ¥21k, but he'd noticed Lin Jingjing's gaze lingered longest on that one.
After a brief walkaround, seeing it wasn't the priciest in-store, he picked a light brown handbag for her worth nearly ¥50k.
"Pick your own clothes. I'll wait here." He glanced at the dresses — nothing outrageous — trusting her taste.
"Thank you, Master!" she said softly, then hugged him, kissing his neck a few times before skipping off to shop.
Clothes weren't like bags — ready-to-wear prices weren't insane. Plus, he trusted her now. Zhao Xuan sat in the lounge sipping water and flipping through Gucci's fashion mag.
The lounge was by the entrance, designed for men accompanying shoppers. Being a weekday, the store was empty; only three guys in the lounge — two middle-aged uncles, making Zhao Xuan stand out.
Meanwhile, outside…
Bai Lvdi was shopping with some girlfriends. Her family was average income, but one friend was a little rich, always buying luxuries, so Bai tagged along often.
Today, after leaving another store, her sharp eyes caught a familiar figure.
"Isn't that Zhao Xuan?" She edged closer to the Gucci store to confirm.
"Zhao Xuan? That nerd from our class?" a girl asked.
Zhao Xuan's grades were great — famous grade-wide, but not popular.
"Yep, him. His family's probably not wealthy, just regular working-class." Bai Lvdi didn't really know him, but his constant poker face had always rubbed her the wrong way. She'd quietly stirred others to bully him before.
While they gossiped about why Zhao Xuan was there, inside the store he saw Lin Jingjing finish picking clothes and went to pay.
Two dresses: ¥63k. Add the two bags from before: over ¥140k total. With a cashback card in hand, Zhao Xuan felt that was too little. So he picked a bag each for his parents, pushing the spend to over ¥200k, then activated the random cashback card and paid.
"Your slave will study hard and serve Master well!" Lin Jingjing's eyes sparkled as she whispered in his ear near the exit. She was now even more convinced of his immense wealth.
Feeling her warm breath, Zhao Xuan's lower body twitched — nearly made a fool of himself.
[Cashback 300%]
Triple return — decent luck. Seconds later, ¥600k+ landed in his account.
"Shopping that earns money? Gotta get more of these cards." He loved the no-tax perk.
"Any cap?" He wondered if unlimited use would be wasteful.
[No cap, but must be spent on clearly priced goods. No investing or gifts.]
So no using it for houses or auctions.
Watching this unfold, Bai Lvdi froze. She knew her luxury brands — the two bags Lin Jingjing carried were ~¥70k. The dresses, though unseen, were Gucci ready-to-wear, at least ¥30–40k for two. Zhao Xuan's own bags were over ¥50k. He'd just dropped at least ¥150k without blinking.
Bai knew plenty of rich kids, but ones who spent like that were either reckless heirs or seriously loaded. From what she knew, Zhao Xuan didn't seem that reckless.
"Regular working-class?" one girl scoffed at Bai's earlier comment. They all had some sense of brand pricing — ¥100k+ wasn't rare, but dropping it casually meant Zhao Xuan's net worth was unimaginable.
Zhao Xuan didn't notice Bai's group. With Lin Jingjing in tow, he got back in the car and headed to Vanke Xishan.