Midnight Massage
Gu Qingcheng's room was cozy and warm, with a few photos of her from childhood to now scattered on the desk.
She was adorably cute as a little kid, a soft, cute loli when she grew older, and now a cold, glamorous beauty. Beautiful from youth to adulthood, her aura evolving with time.
Seeing Gu Qingcheng's anxious tension, Lin Zimo comforted her.
"Don't stress. I can crash on the sofa or the floor if you want."
But Gu Qingcheng shook her head at his words.
"My parents are sharp as hell. If you don't sleep with me, they'll notice for sure, and then explaining our 'relationship' gets messy."
"For real?" Lin Zimo wasn't buying it. "They didn't bug your room with cameras, did they?"
"No way!" Gu Qingcheng gasped. "What kind of twisted mind thinks that? Who spies on their own daughter?"
"You made it sound so absolute." Lin Zimo rolled his eyes.
Gu Qingcheng explained, "Mom's just got eagle eyes. She'd always catch me if I did something naughty."
"Like what bad stuff?" Lin Zimo grinned, suddenly recalling that little toy she'd left in the bathroom.
Gu Qingcheng caught his expression and instantly remembered, her cheeks flushing. "Stop that! Don't get any ideas! It's not about the toy!"
"Oh." Lin Zimo said it, but his smirk said otherwise.
Gu Qingcheng snapped, flustered and furious. "I'm a virgin at my age—what's wrong with a little toy?!"
"Alright, alright, I dropped it." Lin Zimo saw her bristling like an angry cat and backed off quick.
Truth was, the system would've flagged if she'd lost her V-card. All his gigs were with untouched campus goddesses who'd never dated.
Right then, Gu Qingcheng grabbed a glass, yanked Lin Zimo to the door, and pressed it upside-down against the wood. She shushed him, pulling him in to listen.
Lin Zimo chuckled at her cute antics and played along, eavesdropping with her.
Footsteps and voices drifted from outside.
Gu's mom: "Our girl's been single forever, and now this boyfriend pops up after 'five months'? Super suspicious."
Gu's dad: "I like the kid as a son-in-law. If they're for real, we stay out of it."
Gu's mom: "If not, we give 'em a push. Cook the rice into porridge, you know?"
…
Gu Qingcheng and Lin Zimo listened a bit longer.
Then she realized their position—face-to-face, breaths mingling, noses filled with each other's faint, intoxicating scent.
Her cheeks burned crimson. She stepped back, whispering, "You... go shower. Gotta be clean to sleep."
"Sure thing." Lin Zimo headed straight to the bathroom.
Gu Qingcheng heard the water running in her bathroom, like he'd invaded her territory. She rushed to the balcony for cool air, pulling out her laptop to scan company files—anything to calm down.
But she stared blankly, not reading a word. Her focus was glued to the bathroom.
A naughty devil in her head whispered: Rare chance. Wanna sneak a peek?
Don't you want to see Lin Zimo naked?
She shook her head hard, banishing the thought.
God, what was wrong with her? Acting like some horny slut!
Moments later, Lin Zimo emerged, lower half wrapped in a white towel.
His handsome face, damp hair—pure sex on legs.
Gu Qingcheng froze like she'd been thunderstruck.
Too hot!
She bit her lip hard, fighting the panic.
Her heart raced, blood rushing to her head at the sight.
His skin glowed smooth and healthy under the lights, water droplets trailing down his chiseled body, sparkling.
Fluid, powerful muscles—especially those eight-pack abs, screaming raw masculinity.
And those abs!
His V-line dipped strong and sleek, towel swaying at his hips.
High-bridged nose, firm lips—self-control and grit radiating off him.
Gu Qingcheng's pulse thundered, that heart-flip awe like the Big Bang.
Lin Zimo's boy-man charm was irresistible, perfect proportions and graceful moves leaving her breathless.
He caught her staring, eyes wide with awe and lust.
He grinned. "All clean. Your turn?" His deep, velvety voice purred.
Gu Qingcheng zoned out for ages before snapping back. "Right!"
Face flaming, heart pounding, she bolted to the bathroom.
Lin Zimo listened to the water, finally getting her earlier distraction.
That sound was pure temptation, stirring hidden urges to peek.
Under the shower, Gu Qingcheng scrubbed bubbles, eyes locked on the door—half dreading he'd peek, half wishing he would.
White, scented foam clung to her pale, flawless skin, hugging her voluptuous curves.
This sexy boss babe body would make any man hard instantly.
Water cascaded over her stunning face, down her 36D peaks, bouncing free...
She rinsed quick, toweled off, reached for pajamas—then froze in horror.
In her panic, she'd grabbed the wrong ones! A soft, cute bunny set—total mismatch for her icy CEO vibe. And worst: no panties!
Teary-eyed, she scanned the bathroom—no other options. Bunny it was.
Lin Zimo lounged on the sofa, scrolling his phone. Door creaked—he looked up.
And there: a soft moe, busty bunny bombshell!
Cute alone was meh, sexy alone was fire—but together? Killer loli-boss hybrid perfection.
Gu Qingcheng in snowy white bunny camisole slip—fluffy details, killer curves like a seductive dream sprite.
Graceful poise, light steps, every curve poetic, full and flowing.
Long, pale legs flashed under the hem, skirt swaying hypnotically.
Steamy bathroom haze carried her fresh, natural scent.
Wet hair dripped onto white shoulders, veiling her collarbone; eyes sparkled with shy dewiness.
Seeing his stunned gaze, she blushed. "Lin Zimo, stop staring."
"Oh, okay." He looked away—though he'd already seen plenty.
Gu Qingcheng's gotta be 36D+, those surging tits.
He obeyed so quick? Was her charm lacking?
Women—such contradictions. Want it or not?
She dashed to the closet, swapped for a normal nightie, blow-dried her hair, then slipped into bed.
Lin Zimo pondered sofa-sleeping.
Gu Qingcheng poked her pretty head out. "Don't sleep on the sofa—Mom'll suspect. Come to bed."
"You sure? I climb in?" He eyed the empty half.
"Mhm, quick!" She was tense.
To dodge Mom's suspicions, he slid into her soft bed.
Instantly, her unique feminine fragrance enveloped him—sweet, faint.
Never dreamed he'd share a bed with the Gu Group's icy goddess CEO.
Feeling him settle, Gu Qingcheng tensed up, clueless.
She squeezed her eyes shut, faking sleep—rigid, heart racing.
Memories flooded: living room kiss—soft, comfy, addictive.
His lips so plush, too quick to end. Wanted more!
That thought hit—her heart lurched.
God, why so thirsty now?!
Shocked by herself, she whipped her flushed face away.
Result...
"Ah—ow!" A pained yelp. In her shy haste, she'd wrenched her neck.
Sharp pain shot through; her pink cheeks paled.
"Gu Qingcheng, you okay?" Lin Zimo flicked on the bedside lamp, leaning over concerned.
She nearly cried from stupidity—twisting her neck turning her head? Epic fail!
Hissing, "Ow! Think I tweaked my neck. Hurts bad!"
"Want me to rub it?" Lin Zimo puzzled—how do you neck-strain in bed?
She flashed to her sprained ankle massage: bliss, flooding ecstasy...
After seconds, biting her lip: "Yeah... do it."
He sat up, eyed her pale, pretty neck—silky jade glow under light.
He gently laid her head on his thigh.
"This hurt?" Her neck was gorgeous too—elegant, fine porcelain begging touch.
White shoulders, delicate collarbone—a tempting vista.
No flab, yet plush and rounded.
Snowy skin screaming for marks.
"Nah, not too bad." Pillowed on his leg, his manly musk filled her nose.
His jawline from below? Still handsome AF.
"Starting now." His voice low.
"Okay." Tense, eager.
His warm, strong hands massaged her neck gently.
"Ow~ Lin Zimo, lighter!" She yelped—he'd hit the spot.
"Hang in—hurts now, feels good soon." He kept going.
Fingers like a pianist's—precise, warm.
"Mmm~ You're right... less pain, kinda good now."
Pain faded to deep comfort, relaxation.
"Good." Lin Zimo said, "Desk job, no exercise—classic cause."
"Mmm~ Lin Zimo, you're amazing!" She hummed blissfully.
His fingers glided, tips electric—shivers rippled her.
"Mmm~ Ah~"
Outside her door.
Gu's mom, face mask on, carried hangover soup past—heard faint sounds.
"Ow~ Lin Zimo, lighter."
"Hang in... feels good soon."
"Mmm~ You're right... now... good."
"Good."
"Mmm~ Lin Zimo, you're amazing..."
…
Mom blushed, tiptoed away giggling.
Daughter and son-in-law getting busy making babies!
He's got stamina!
Great! Grandkid soon!
She happily added goji berries to Dad's soup, then returned beaming.
"Hubby! Wake up! Heard them going at it outside her door. Haha, grandbaby incoming!"
Dad bolted awake, thrilled. "No shit?!"
"Duh! I know the sounds." Mom puffed proudly.
Dad flushed, grinning. "Awesome. We'll nourish Zimo tomorrow."
Mom smiled. "You first—goji hangover soup, no headache."
Dad: "..."
Hoping Zimo outlasted him—more grandkids for her.
Meanwhile, in the room.
Post-massage, her neck felt fine—warm bliss lingering.
Eyes met, drifted to lips—air thick with tension.
Lost in the haze, they kissed.
Lin Zimo felt: wet! Sweet! Silky!
Gu Qingcheng melted into it, eyes shut.
Finally parted.
Her eyes watery: "Lin Zimo, you're incredible!"
He chuckled softly. "Got even better. Wanna try?"
Activating God's Right Hand massage.
She trembled, face scarlet, whispering: "Yes."
His hands roamed neck, shoulders, collarbone...
She bit her lip.
Familiar ecstasy—heart racing, blood boiling.
Breaths quickened.
He felt her soft quivers under his palm on silky skin—pure delight.
God!
Too good! So intense!
She spasmed, body melting, eyes glazing.
Bliss surged from his hands everywhere.
Likes exploding. Favorites piling.
Thrilling! Tingling!
So good! So wet!
She couldn't take it.
Long pale legs stiffened, toes curling tight.
A muffled moan escaped.
Finally.
Flushed back to reality, feigning poise—voice shaky: "Lin Zimo, neck's good. No more."
"Okay." His voice husky.
She shifted—cheek bumped something hard.
Like a thick stick!
Realizing, she blushed blood-red.
He inhaled deep, aching.
Softly: "You've massaged me tons. My turn."
"You sure? You know how?"
He knew she played solo wild, but conservative with others—no dates at 28.
She swallowed. "...Watched tutorials. Theory solid, no practice."
Leaning in, she kissed him—hand gripped his rock-hard cock...