Li Bing's Drunken Passion
As she spoke those words, a flicker of melancholy crossed Li Bing's face. Clearly, she harbored some genuine feelings for that boy too. She knocked back glass after glass, soon utterly plastered. Buoyed by the raucous atmosphere around them, she finally toppled headfirst into Chu Fei's arms.
"You know, Zhang Qian was dead serious about you. After you two split, she never hooked up with another guy... Hey, Chu Fei, why the hell can you men fool around all you want, but us women can't?"
"Of course you can..." Chu Fei hauled her upright. "Aren't you playing right now? Alright, you've had enough. Let's head out..."
Good thing Li Bing, though sloshed, still clung to a shred of awareness. She settled the bill, and they stumbled outside. She rummaged in her bag, pulled out her car keys, and chucked them at Chu Fei. "You drive, right...?"
"Where do you live? I'll drop you home."
"Mm... Futian District..."
Li Bing's place was a cozy single's apartment—small, nothing fancy. Inside the door: a pint-sized living room barely big enough for a sofa, then the bedroom and a bathroom. The living room was neat enough, but propping her into the bedroom hit Chu Fei like a mess bomb. Magazines flung everywhere, lingerie in heaps, girly essentials scattered—and hell, he even spotted a lady's vibrator!
Does Li Bing even need something like that?
Chu Fei sidestepped the chaos gingerly, easing her onto the bed. He started to pull away, but Li Bing mustered some hidden strength, yanking him down hard. Her arms locked around his head as she dove in for a kiss, her sweet lips and booze flooding his mouth.
"Okay, okay..." Chu Fei let her go at it for a moment, then patted her shoulder. "Car keys are right here. Get some sleep—I'm out."
"Out my ass! You think I dragged you here just to drink?" Li Bing smacked him—hard. "Strip and shower, now... Or hell, carry me in with you!"
"Li Bing..."
"Quit fucking playing coy!" Her drunken eyes fluttered open, hazy but fierce. "Chu Fei, if you're man enough, fuck me till I can't move tonight... Mm, God, I miss that big dick of yours."
"..."
With Li Bing laying it out like that, Chu Fei dropped the pretense. He stripped her bare on the spot, scooped her up, and carried her into the bathroom.
Li Bing's body was killer—prime print model material. Their gigs demanded underwear shoots, so a flabby figure tanked the shots. She obsessed over it, borderline fanatic.
Her tits were generous, perfectly shaped, though the areolas ran a touch large. Inevitable—genetics.
Huh? Maybe he could tweak that too?
Li Bing was parched, starved for ages. Even mid-shower in his arms, she lost it—clung to his leg, sank slowly, and engulfed his raging hard-on. A few deep throats, and he was maxed out. Dazed, she rose, spun, braced the wall, ass arched high.
"Come on, Chu Fei... Pound me hard!"
"Here I come!" He gripped his shaft, nudged her sopping slit, and slammed home.
"Fuck yes! Your cock... heaven!"
Her fire had him erupting inside her three times that night, railing her till she wailed and begged. But the woman wouldn't yield. Exasperated, Chu Fei just held her close and crashed.
All that exertion meant his phone blared him awake next morning.
Mom He Peiling. Answer, and her signature bellow exploded—even arm's length away, Chu Fei swore he felt the spit spray.
"You little shit! You coming back or what? Xiao Zhang's here—waiting! Haul ass home NOW!"
"..." Li Bing stirred, eyeing him curiously. "Xiao Zhang? Chick? Client?"
"Yep." Chu Fei sat up, grabbing clothes.
"Holy shit, you're really pulling this male escort gig?" Li Bing bolted upright, pillow flying at his head.
"Just a slimming client." He didn't glance back but tossed an explanation. "Beauty Massage for weight loss."
"Beauty Massage?? You're giving her one?" Li Bing propped up, intrigued. "Heard of it, but does that shit work? Rub and drop pounds?"
"Dunno about others, but mine..." He zipped up, twisted around with a grin. "Guaranteed results!"
"Pfft!" Li Bing chucked the pillow as he headed out. "Hold up—I'll drive you. Gotta see this weight-loss magic firsthand."
"..."