Chapter 43: The Lustful Stewardess
Lin Zimo glanced at the stewardess, speaking unhurriedly. "A bottle of mineral water for me, thanks."
"Right away, sir. Please wait just a moment..." The stewardess hadn't gotten a clear look at Lin Zimo's face.
But the multimillion-yuan watch on his wrist, and the noble air about him, were utterly captivating.
Shi Luoyin saw Lin Zimo's cool, indifferent expression—he clearly wasn't swayed by the stewardess—and a delighted smile bloomed on her face.
As expected of the man I like, she thought. He's not like those typical guys who turn into total pervs at the sight of a pretty girl.
Shi Luoyin: "A cup of green tea for me, thanks."
Sensing the cold shoulder from both of them, the stewardess figured it was because of the girl present. After delivering the drinks, she backed off.
But she planned to find a chance later to chat one-on-one with the guy.
Once they were alone...
Lin Zimo turned to Shi Luoyin, asking with concern, "Does your wound still hurt? Want me to rub it for you again?"
Shi Luoyin's face flushed crimson beneath her mask at his words, her mind instantly flashing back to last night.
That massive stick—she could barely wrap both hands around it.
A true monstrous weapon from hell.
Shi Luoyin murmured shyly, "No need... I'm feeling much better already."
Then she leaned in close to his ear, whispering timidly, "But... that thing of yours... is it okay? No aftereffects or anything?"
Lin Zimo pondered for a moment before replying, "I don't know. Why don't you take another look?"
Shi Luoyin froze—agree? Disagree? After agonizing for a bit, her face burned red. "Lin Zimo, you big bully!"
She fled in embarrassment. "I... I'm going to the bathroom."
Lin Zimo watched her shy retreating figure with a faint smile. "So cute. Can't even handle a little teasing..."
……
Meanwhile, the stewardess in her tight hip-hugging skirt noticed Lin Zimo was finally alone and seized the opportunity.
She strutted over in her high heels, swaying her voluptuous curves.
"Hello, sir. Is there anything else you need? We offer other services too."
As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly in front of him, her peach-blossom eyes gazing seductively at Lin Zimo.
The motion made her fitted white uniform blouse hug her impressive curves.
But Lin Zimo remained cool. "No thanks."
The stewardess, hearing his deep, magnetic voice, refused to give up so easily.
She smiled and edged closer. "Sir, you look a bit tired. How about a massage?"
The masculine pheromones wafting from him made her legs go weak.
Unfortunately, Lin Zimo said, "I really don't need one. Please don't disturb my rest." There was a chill in his tone.
He wouldn't get tangled up with other women during a mission—if he got a bad review, all his effort would be wasted.
The stewardess felt frustrated at his words.
What's with this guy? So immune to charm?
Is he some devoted romantic? Nah, doesn't seem like it.
She tugged at her stockings, unwilling to let this rich, perfect catch slip away.
"Sorry about that." But suddenly—
"Ahh!" With a startled cry, her foot "slipped," and she tumbled straight into Lin Zimo's arms.
Her ample chest pressed right against his face.
For that instant, Lin Zimo struggled to breathe.
Holy shit! So big... and soft.
"Oh no, sir, I'm so sorry—I tripped."
As she hurriedly got up, her long leg "accidentally" brushed over a certain part of him.
Feeling the hardness there, she blushed shyly. Not so unresponsive after all, huh?
Seeing Lin Zimo rise, she waited demurely for what would come next.
"You..."
Lin Zimo knew exactly what she was after.
But as a man, staying unmoved after such blatant teasing? That wouldn't make him much of one.
Time to teach her a proper lesson.
Make her understand why the flowers are so red!
He glanced at her name tag. This slutty stewardess was named Han Yuya.
Looking at Han Yuya's flushed, alluring face—so damn tempting.
Lin Zimo shut the airplane bathroom door.
Pulled her into his arms.
He didn't dare kiss her—didn't want to smudge her lipstick or makeup.
So he just held her tight.
His large hands roamed roughly over her delicate body, caressing without mercy.
"You big perv... I thought you were impotent... turns out you're such a beast... ahh..."
Han Yuya, pinned in his embrace, let out endless seductive moans.
Craving more, she spun around, pressing her back to him.
She ground her uniform skirt against his pants.
The fabric rode up her curves, exposing her tantalizing black-stockinged peach ass.
Paired with those sheer black stockings accentuating her legs...
Her flushed crimson face...
Her plump, full breasts...
Her slender waist...
The lewd sight had Lin Zimo swallowing hard.
He couldn't hold back his raging lust any longer.
He grabbed her body.
Positioned her in front of the airplane bathroom mirror.
This way, not only could he see her slutty expressions...
But she could watch herself getting fucked and dominated—her cheap, depraved face.
Her masochistic ecstasy.
Han Yuya loved it. "Daddy... ahh... don't be too rough, don't rip my stockings... mm... play with me however else you want, ahh..."
"Got it... I know my limits. Just relax."
Meanwhile, from behind, Lin Zimo ground his crotch against her black-stockinged plump ass.
His originally soft cock hardened instantly.
Han Yuya felt his erection and reached back with her small hand.
Groped it directly.
Stroked it gently.
While moaning lewdly, "Ahh... Daddy... your cock's so hard... ohh... ahh... so hot, so burning... did you wanna fuck me to death back when I brought the water? Mm... you're so excited now... you big perv... huge-cocked wolf, ahh..."
Lin Zimo, driven wild by her seductive allure, lost all restraint.
His hand snaked around front.
Through her uniform, he grabbed her soft, juicy pair of massive tits.
His palm wreaked havoc.
Kneading and squeezing those giant breasts over and over.
Savoring the explosive pleasure from Han Yuya's plump jugs.
The silky softness drove him insane.
If asked for her sexiest feature, Lin Zimo would pick that fat ass.
Best handfeel? Hands down, these tits.
The perfect sensation had him groping while groaning in praise. "Fuck... ohh... shit, baby... ahh... your huge tits feel... oh fuck... so damn good... big and soft... perfect... groping them is pure bliss... fuck..."
Han Yuya moaned nonstop under his assault.
Stars sparkled in her enchanting eyes.
Feeling his obsession with her body made her heart swell with sweetness.
She moaned back at him, "Ahh... big bad boy, huge-cock daddy... grope away if you love it... mm... my tits... ahh... are all for daddy to play with... ahh... a little harder... yes... just like that... I love it... Yuya feels so good..."
Lin Zimo grinned lewdly. "Alright, you little slut... fuck... these big soft tits are cock heaven... I could grope 'em forever and never get enough... shit, I'll knead these fat jugs to mush... fuck... so goddamn sexy, teasing me like that... fuck you..."