Chapter 93: Chapter 91: Xiang Yiren’s Strategy Succeeds (Combined Chapter)_2
"Go on! I’m not sleepy yet. I’ll play a bit longer."
Sun Dasheng was engrossed in his game, speaking without turning his head.
Perhaps his ’newbie advantage’ had worn off, as his winning streak turned into a losing one.
Sun Dasheng threw his phone down, cursing, "Who the hell is actually winning in this game?!"
Then he picked the phone up again and went back to his room to sleep.
He opened the door to a pitch-black room. Not wanting to wake the person sleeping soundly inside, he didn’t turn on the light. Groping in the darkness, he made his way to the bedside and took off his clothes. He placed his phone on the nightstand first, then slowly lay down.
Habitually, he reached out to embrace the person next to him, only to find his arms wrapping around empty air. Instead, his palm brushed against a smooth back.
Huh... why is she sleeping on her side tonight?
He didn’t think much of it, simply shifting closer and wrapping his arms around her from behind. His hands rested on her full curves.
This was a bad habit of his. Whenever a woman was beside him, he needed to hold onto something to fall asleep.
Soon, he felt the woman’s body temperature begin to rise rapidly.
He chuckled softly and tightened his grip on her. "Were you pretending to be asleep all along?"
"Trying to avoid my ’household punishment’?"
As he spoke, he pressed his body against hers.
Damn it!
The next second, he realized something was wrong. This woman wasn’t Xiang Yiren.
If it wasn’t her, there could only be one answer—the woman was Jiang Ziyan, who had been unconscious earlier.
"Xiang Yiren, what the hell are you up to!"
He hissed angrily and tried to pull away. But the woman beside him clung tightly to his hand. After a moment, a voice as faint as a buzzing mosquito emerged from under the covers.
"Director Sun, don’t be mad at Yi Ren. She told me about it, and I agreed."
Well, well, so it was a joint operation. In that case, he couldn’t let a ’criminal’ get away. This one would have to be dealt with severely, too.
「Afterward.」
The bedroom light flicked on. Leaning against the headboard, Sun Dasheng lit a cigarette.
"So, tell me. How did you two conspire against me?"
Jiang Ziyan, her face flushed and glowing with a post-coital radiance, had shed her earlier shyness. She nestled her head against his chest and gave a full account of their prior ’crime.’
It turned out she really was unusually sensitive and hadn’t woken up on the way home. However, while Sun Dasheng and Xiang Yiren were playing their ’little game’ in the other room, she had slowly come to. Although the room’s soundproofing was decent, their commotion was so loud that she could hear everything clearly from her bed, just one wall away. Half-awake but not fully, she could only lie there and endure the endless torment.
So later, when her best friend came to check on her again, she let her have it, mockingly imitating the distinctive sounds her friend had been making. But her best friend, instead of getting angry, asked if she wanted to try it too.
That left her dumbfounded.
Could things really be like this? Were there really such good friends in the world, so good that they would share a man?
At first, she didn’t believe it and flatly refused. But she couldn’t hold out against her friend’s persistent pleading. Her friend didn’t seem to be faking it, either. On top of that, there was her friend’s description of Sun Dasheng’s almost inhuman stamina, which made Jiang Ziyan a little tempted.
Of course, she wouldn’t admit that what tempted her most was her friend’s promise of endless pocket money if she became his woman.
It was just pure curiosity, she told herself. She was just curious what it would be like to play ’little games’ with someone who had a body like that.
Especially for a twenty-something-year-old virgin like her, the curiosity was even greater. She had been raised under the strict supervision of her parents. Being a "mama’s girl" and a "papa’s girl," she had always been obedient. Naturally, she never dared to play the ’little games’ that other kids started playing in high school. Her only experiences were with some props she’d secretly bought online. She would dispose of them immediately after use, terrified her parents might find them. So, she had no idea what it felt like to play ’real games’ with a man.
Now, she knew.
Her whole body ached as if it were about to fall apart. But aside from the soreness, only one word could describe the feeling: bliss. Way better than doing it alone. No wonder those women in the movies are always screaming, ’More!’
Listening to her confession, Sun Dasheng realized everything was just as he’d expected. It was all orchestrated by that woman, Xiang Yiren.
Sun Dasheng extinguished the cigarette in his hand and stood up to leave.
Jiang Ziyan, still lying in bed, watched him go, her expression dimming. It seems he still prefers Sister Yiren after all.
"You’ve had a long day. Get some rest," the man paused at the door to say. "As for your Sister Yiren... this time, she knowingly broke the law, which makes her crime even worse. I’ll go and serve her some proper ’household punishment’ now."
Then he closed the door and left.
Hearing this, Jiang Ziyan’s heart felt much lighter. She pulled the blanket over her head and tried to sleep.
Good luck tonight, dear sister. You’re on your own.
Before long, a rumbling like a tractor started up from the next room, punctuated by someone’s plaintive pleas for mercy.
This night was destined to be sleepless.
「The next day.」
All three of them slept in. It was after ten in the morning before they finally started to get out of bed. Jiang Ziyan dutifully prepared breakfast.
"Oh no, I have so much to deal with at the shop today!"
As the responsible and newly appointed manager, Xiang Yiren quickly put on some makeup, grabbed a few breakfast items from the table, stuffed them into her purse, and headed for the door. Before closing it, she turned to the breakfasting Jiang Ziyan.
"I’m giving you the day off. Stay home and get some rest."
Then, glancing teasingly at her rear, she added, "So, you experienced the big monster’s combat power last night, huh? See? Even if yours is bigger than mine and you keep it tighter, you still couldn’t handle his firepower."
After mocking her, she didn’t wait for a comeback, closed the door, and hurriedly left.
Men are quick at everything... except for using the toilet. After squatting in there for who knows how long, Sun Dasheng finally opened the bathroom door.
When he came out, an alluring figure with her back to him, practicing yoga, caught his eye. He didn’t need to see her face; her exaggerated curves told him it was Jiang Ziyan.
Sensing his presence, Jiang Ziyan paused her yoga, kneeling on the mat. "Director Sun, breakfast is a bit cold. I can go heat it up for you."
"No need. You continue," Sun Dasheng said, glancing around. "Where’s Yi Ren? I don’t see her anywhere."
Jiang Ziyan replied casually as she resumed her yoga pose, "Sister Yiren went to work."
"Oh? So career-minded? Eager to get to work already?" Sun Dasheng asked, surprised. "Why didn’t you go with her?"
"Sister Yiren gave me the day off and told me to rest," Jiang Ziyan explained.
Oh, right. That little minx Xiang Yiren was the store manager now; she could verbally approve leave for anyone. They’d just have to file the paperwork with HR later.
At that moment, Jiang Ziyan switched to a different pose. She knelt on the yoga mat with her legs shoulder-width apart and her hands planted on the floor. Her right hand reached back to pull her right foot up toward the ceiling, holding the pose. Then she switched to the other side.
The sight instantly made Sun Dasheng hard as iron.
Damn, that’s hot. Yoga really is a wonderful thing. It shows off a good figure perfectly... Simply sublime.
Hearing him swallow hard behind her, Jiang Ziyan offered a kind reminder. "Director Sun, are you hungry? Breakfast is on the table. It just needs to be heated up."
He was hungry, alright. But not for breakfast. He was hungry for the tempting little vixen right in front of him.
"Ah!" Jiang Ziyan cried out softly as a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind.
"Director Sun, what are you doing? I’m doing yoga."
"I’m hungry," a beastly growl rumbled from behind her.
"If you’re hungry, breakfast is on the table. Why are you holding me?" Jiang Ziyan struggled slightly.
"Don’t move. Hold that pose," Sun Dasheng growled, pressing against her. "I’m going to have an appetizer first."
His feasting was voracious. Before he could take more than a few ’bites,’ the ’dish’ that was Jiang Ziyan was utterly devoured.
「After the feast.」
Jiang Ziyan buried her head in his chest, feeling ashamed of her own weak-willed performance.
Sun Dasheng toyed with her hair, asking curiously, "Are all women who practice yoga this sensitive?"