Chapter 216: Chapter 115 Addiction (2)
The two kissed passionately for a long time. Shi Yang held Zhao Meimei tightly, pressing her against himself, and in a hoarse voice, he whispered, "If we don’t go home now, I can’t hold on any longer."
Zhao Meimei snuggled in his arms, thoroughly enjoying the intimacy with her lover. She coyly said, "My legs are weak, I can’t walk."
Without hesitation, Shi Yang released her, stepped forward, and turned his back, "Get on, I’ll carry you."
Zhao Meimei draped herself over him, wrapping her arms around Shi Yang’s neck. She leaned close to his ear and asked, "Is this like Pigsy carrying his wife?"
Shi Yang playfully slapped her butt twice, "It’s a husband carrying his wife."
Zhao Meimei giggled out loud.
Shi Yang teased her, "Wife, call me ’husband,’ let me hear it."
Zhao Meimei obliged, "Husband."
Shi Yang pretended to stumble, "Oh no, you called me so sweetly that my legs turned to jelly."
Feeling blissful, Zhao Meimei kissed Shi Yang on the neck, "Husband, you must hold on and carry me home safely."
Shi Yang laughed, "Don’t worry, even if I fall, I won’t let you fall."
Zhao Meimei lay on Shi Yang’s back, unable to stop smiling.
Shi Yang walked steadily into the corridor, climbed the stairs, and after a long while, two people slowly emerged from the greenbelt.
Wang Jiayue covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide in shock, mumbling, "Why did you bring me here to see this?"
Zhang Zhao let out a slight cold laugh, "It was clearly you who wanted to see, Wang Jiayue, the person you like is Xu Xu, right?"
Wang Jiayue suddenly turned pale, shocked, "You... what do you intend to do?"
Zhang Zhao coldly replied, "What do you think?"
Wang Jiayue softly said, "I... I do like Xu Xu, but this matter has nothing to do with you."
Zhang Zhao couldn’t help but sneer, "Hmm, it has nothing to do with me, but it seems Xu Xu likes Zhao Meimei?"
Wang Jiayue pursed her lips, her eyes slowly reddening, suppressing a deep anger, "So what? Why did you bring me here today? What do you want to do?"
Zhang Zhao raised one corner of his mouth, smiling mockingly, "Do you think, after seeing that scene, Xu Xu would still like Zhao Meimei?"
Wang Jiayue’s face flushed red, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, "How would I know?"
Zhang Zhao’s eyes were icy, slowly saying, "If it were me, I might break off those thoughts, or impulsively confess to her, but no matter what, in the end, I probably wouldn’t win her heart."
After speaking, Zhang Zhao left without a word.
Wang Jiayue stood there, watching Zhang Zhao’s retreating figure with chaotic eyes, biting her lips slowly, "So what? What does it have to do with you?"
Zhang Zhao’s voice floated over from a distance, "I just want to be an observer, to see what the outcome is when the same thing happens to someone else."
"You’re sick! Crazy!" For the first time in her life, Wang Jiayue cursed someone, her tightly clenched hands turning knuckles white, "Why should I fulfill your wishes? I..."
Wang Jiayue looked up at the empty corridor, her lips trembling, the words stuck in her throat, unable to say a single word.
After a moment, as if waking from a bad dream, her already slightly hunched back completely collapsed. She turned and left with a heavy step, backpack in tow.
The corridor’s sensor lights blinked on, one by one, then faded out.
Shi Yang stood at the front door of his house with Zhao Meimei on his back, bending down, "Baby, we’re home. Get down now."
Zhao Meimei clung to his neck, unwilling to let go, "Brother, carry me inside."
Shi Yang no longer insisted, standing back up straight and speaking indulgently, "Then you better hold on tight."
Shi Yang removed his supporting hand from Zhao Meimei, reaching into his pocket for the keys to open the door, as Zhao Meimei’s legs gripped around Shi Yang’s waist, her arms clinging tightly to his neck.
It was summer then, Zhao Meimei wore her school uniform dress, with short-sleeved blouse, while Shi Yang sported loose-fitting dress pants and a collared shirt. Zhao Meimei squirmed on Shi Yang’s back, her skirt hiked up, and the suit fabric was quite thin.
As her hips rubbed against his lower back, it inevitably caused a reaction.
Shi Yang twisted the lock open, realizing at once, glancing down to see his trousers bulged significantly, knowing he was fully aroused this time.
Zhao Meimei remained blissfully unaware, laying contentedly on Shi Yang’s back, chatting away, "Brother, you don’t even know, last night you bit a mark on my neck, it was so obvious, I wore a band-aid all day, just took it off secretly after class... Ah!"
Shi Yang shut the door with a kick, unable to wait those few steps to the bedroom, he pressed Zhao Meimei onto the sofa, pouncing on her.
Their breath and scent filled the air, the smell coming from Zhao Meimei’s body. Shi Yang held Zhao Meimei down, trapping her with his torso, their hips aligned and pressing against her buttocks.
Their clothes half-off, sprawled together on the sofa, both could hear each other’s chaotic hearts beating in desire and fulfillment.
Shi Yang’s grip grew stronger, clutching Zhao Meimei tightly...
By the end of that day, Shi Yang rasped with endless satisfaction, "Meimei, I think I’m getting addicted."
Shi Yang was always conflicted, with a mix of clarity and confusion. He knew very well that Zhao Meimei was still young, not yet fully grown. He upheld the last boundary, enduring and refusing to cross the line. But amidst internal conflict and physiological pleasure, he gradually leaned towards the latter, indulging this wishful thinking time and again.
Every time, bolder, more reckless, and more skilled than the last, seeking greater thrill and friction, he lost control several times, unable to resist pushing the boundaries. Such actions were extremely dangerous, with the slightest misstep easily crossing the line.
As Shi Yang gradually calmed from the exhilarating storm, the sudden return of reason after the dizziness made him feel guilty. He felt as though he were leading Zhao Meimei astray, a heavy guilt pressing him down.
Shi Yang, holding Zhao Meimei in his arms, spoke with a slightly heavy tone, "Meimei, I went a bit too far just now."
The blush hadn’t faded from Zhao Meimei’s face, as she contentedly nestled in his arms, "No, I thought it was really good, really comfortable."
Looking at Zhao Meimei, Shi Yang couldn’t help but ask, "Aren’t you afraid I might actually take advantage of you?"
Zhao Meimei answered without a second thought, "I’m not afraid, I’d willingly give myself to you."
Suddently feeling the urge to smoke, Shi Yang pressed his lips together to suppress it, "Meimei, you’re still young, I... I really shouldn’t be touching you so early."