Brother, You're So Violent...
Lin Zimo feigned concern. "President Yin, Supervisor Pan, are you two alright?"
"I'm... f-fine... I can still drink... Pan Yuan... get the booze..."
Yin Ziping slurred his words, tongue thick and stumbling, his mind already fogging over.
"Got it... President Yin... I'll... get the booze..."
Pan Yuan heard him and reached out blindly for a bottle, fumbling around in her haze until she seemed to grab something.
"...Booze... got it..." With one yank, she pulled Yin Ziping straight into her arms.
Yin Ziping, lost in his stupor, felt a warm, enveloping embrace.
"Heh heh heh..." He squinted with a grin, an evil leer twisting his face.
Lin Zimo and Gu Qingcheng watched in shock as the pair groped at each other.
Yin Ziping, mind gone, pawed at Pan Yuan's chubby face and chuckled.
"Heh heh heh... Pan Yuan, you're so soft..."
Pan Yuan, dazed, clutched him tight and cackled wickedly.
"Oh, stop it... President Yin, you're such a man..."
Yin Ziping beamed with smug confidence at her words, pulling her head close to whisper.
"I've got even manlier stuff... Wanna try it?"
Pan Yuan's massive face flushed with a shy little giggle as she snuggled against him flirtatiously.
"Oh gosh... I'm so shy... You're such a tease, President Yin..."
...
Lin Zimo and Gu Qingcheng stared at the nauseating display.
They were utterly stunned.
Gu Qingcheng had sensed something off with the wine from Lin Zimo's reaction, but she never imagined it would lead to this.
Lin Zimo knew from the system that it was Charm Wine, but even he hadn't expected the effects to hit so hard. In just minutes, Yin Ziping and Pan Yuan were completely out of it.
At this rate, they'd be putting on a full live porn show any second now.
"Lin Zimo... what do we do...?"
Gu Qingcheng looked at him helplessly. Truth be told, this was her first time witnessing something like this live—she'd only ever seen tasteful educational videos before.
Lin Zimo took her hand. "Let's go. That's their lovers' business—not ours."
He pulled her away, putting distance between them and the pair.
By now, Yin Ziping and Pan Yuan had started their performance...
The guests nearby, clustered in small groups whispering about recent business news, heard the weird noises and turned curiously.
Then someone yelled in shock.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Who the hell are these two? Starting up right on the banquet hall sofa...?"
The shout drew an instant crowd, all gaping in horrified disbelief at the grotesque scene.
"Oh god, they're disgusting! I just hurled!" Someone retched on the spot.
"Urp—I'm blinded by the grossness. Gimme eyes that haven't seen this shit!"
Curiosity had burned them—serves 'em right!
"What kinda chihuahua vs. tank matchup is this? Gotta film it for the bros—misery loves company!"
Out came the phones, videos rolling. Bros share the pain and the laughs!
Gu Qingcheng, being led away by Lin Zimo, heard the retching and chatter behind them. Curiosity got the better of her; she glanced back and nearly puked.
"Lin Zimo, my eyes are filthy now. Saw shit I shouldn't have. Let's go home—you gotta wash 'em for me..."
"Sure thing. Home we go. My eyes got scorched too—need you to clean 'em up."
Lin Zimo was just as traumatized.
A pig-fat woman cradling a mangy, balding Mediterranean dude. The visuals were pure eye-bleach territory.
No lingering—they called the driver and headed straight home.
Gu Qingcheng gazed out the window at the receding Songhe Tower Hotel. A breeze tousled her hair, her CEO aura in full force as she murmured coolly in her sultry voice.
"It's getting chilly. Time to bankrupt Yin Enterprises."
Lin Zimo blinked in surprise, teasing her. "Gu Qingcheng, do all you CEOs have a CEO Overlord quote book or something?"
Every novel he'd read—okay, not all, but damn near 99.9%—had the overlord CEO dropping that line.
Gu Qingcheng's imperious vibe shattered at his jab. She blushed. "What? Ahem... I picked it up from novels. Isn't it super badass?"
Lin Zimo burst out laughing. "Hahaha... You're something else. Learning life hacks from web novels? Impressive!"
"Oh yeah? Laugh at me, will you? I'll tickle you to death!" She lunged at him with grabby hands.
"Hahaha..." Lin Zimo didn't even flinch.
The veteran driver up front caught the scene in the rearview and silently raised the partition.
A connoisseur of CEO romance novels, he mentally filled in the trope. "Oh man! After all these years, the ice queen president's finally laughing like a normal girl."
...
Back at the Gu Family Old Mansion, Lin Zimo and Gu Qingcheng dove right into "washing their eyes"...
The cure, of course, was a steamy show starring a stud and a bombshell...
Lin Zimo scooped her up, giving her ass a hard squeeze. "Ready to wash up, baby?"
He gripped his massive cock and pinned her to the sofa, slapping it roughly across her pretty face.
Slap!~~ Slap!~~ Slap!~~
The meaty thwacks were electric, thrilling him so much his dick twitched uncontrollably. Veins bulged like coiled serpents along the shaft—intimidating as hell.
"Ah... so good... Your big cock's so hard, so thick... So fucking handsome... Love it, love it so much..."
Gu Qingcheng cooed playfully, stripping naked while Lin Zimo kept smacking her flushed, youthful face. His heart raced harder, the rigid beast still battering her cheeks.
"Love it so much... Mmm... Your cock... it's so thick, so dark... The best dick I've ever seen! Ah!"
She shot him a slutty glance, then wrapped her fingers around the slab on her face, savoring its girth and steel. Her cherry lips parted, pink tongue darting out to lap at the head.
"Oh... fuck, shit... You filthy bitch, so goddamn slutty. Yeah... mmm... that's it... Lick it good, fuck... Clean my cock spotless... then I'll fuck you proper... shit!"
Gu Qingcheng lavished his cock with suction, tongue teasing the head first, slurping up leftover cum. She swirled around the slit relentlessly, probing his nerves until it gaped wider, her tip flicking in and out.
The glans was a guy's most sensitive spot, packed with nerves—and the slit was ground zero. Her expert torment had Lin Zimo's legs quaking, those sprinter-thick thighs actually trembling.
Spotting his weakness, she amped it up: lips sealing the head in her hot, tight mouth, tongue zeroing in on the slit. Lin Zimo shuddered in ecstasy, head thrown back—he'd have collapsed without something to grab.
Her blowjob skills were pro-level, unreal. Just minutes of head after busting a nut, and he was on the edge again. He shoved her off, gasping. "Fuck no, baby... Stop sucking. Keep going and I'll blow again. Shit... you cock-hungry slut, how many dicks you sucked to get this good? Fuck, I can't take it."
His eyes bloodshot, voice shaky—pure satisfaction for her. Reducing a man like that? Validation of her talent. She loved it.
"Only yours... Got a gift for it, right...?"
She batted her lashes smugly.
That whorish look fired him up. He stepped forward, shoving her against the sofa, hand snaking back to choke her neck, yanking her face to his. Tongues clashed in a savage kiss.
"Mmm... ah... you... mmm..."
Infected by his heat, her arms looped his neck. Eyes shut, they made out fiercely while her free hand stroked down to caress his throbbing cock, making the head dance.
"Oh... fuck you, slut... Can't go a minute without dick, huh...? Acting all prim at the hotel... Now you're full whore mode!"
She broke the kiss with a grin. "Yeah... brother... No big cock and I'll die. Ah... fuck me, brother—fuck me dead... Wreck my slutty pussy. I love it."
She fake-shied away, but Lin Zimo yanked her hair, slapping her face hard.
Smack!
"Fuck your mom, slut—talking that nasty and still playing shy? You're such a cheap whore!"
She clutched her stinging cheek, pussy clenching in delight. She hugged him tight, giggling lewdly. "Brother... you're so rough... Felt so good. Truth is, I love it violent. Hehe... Even Daddy never hit me—you're the first!"
"Mmm... ah... ah... mmm..."
That set him off. He crushed her to his chest, choking her neck harder.
Gu Qingcheng gasped and moaned in his arms, arms wrapping his back. "Mmm... naughty brother... ah... You know I like it, choking me like this... So bad... Brother... cough... cough... Feels so good, love it!"
Lin Zimo grinned. "Love playing rough with you too..."
She moaned desperately. "Then... ah... fuck me already... Pound this masochist slut. My pussy craves your big cock—ram it in, ah..."
He leered. "Whore, fuck your mom... I'll wreck that sloppy cunt."
His hand released her throat, seizing her perfect tits for a savage mauling. His grip was brutal, merciless—no mercy for the beauty. She craved exactly that: a dominant brute in bed, the kind who could make her cum buckets.
He knew masochists inside out—exactly how to push her buttons!
"Ah... mmm... oh... Feels amazing... ah... love it... mmm... You're pinching so good... Ah... keep going, abuse this slut's tits."
He ravaged those beauties: tender caresses one second, vein-popping brutality the next—like he aimed to burst them.
"Ah... Qingcheng needs... oh... needs big cock. Brother's cock inside... oh... sister's pussy's so itchy... can't take it... Qingcheng wants it bad..."
She gazed at him seductively, hands roaming his broad back.
Her voluptuous body writhed against him, tit pleasure melting her mind. All she could do was arch them higher for her perfect man, begging him to fuck her.
"Ah... brother, you're so violent... oh... I... mmm... Qingcheng loves it like this. Abuse me rough—no holding back... Don't worry... mmm... brother... sister feels so good... oh..."
Her moans egged him on; he squeezed harder. Sweat beaded on her skin, her sexy face glistening, lips suckling his fingers like they were his monstrous cock.
"Ah... want it so bad... oh... Gimme cock—fuck me now... I need you, need your huge dick pounding me... mmm... oh..."
Like a streetwalker, she spewed filth shamelessly, body grinding. Her slutty display ignited him; he viciously pinched her stiff pink nipple, drawing a sultry cry.
"Ah!"
Electric bliss shot from her nipple, body hers no more—pure domination high, intoxicating rush.
"Oh... love it... mmm... ah... Pinch me, brother—twist my nipple... ah... yes... oh... so good, just like that. Ruin it, harder... oh... sister loves it, so fucking good..."
Her cries fueled his fire. Deep breath—he mauled those plump tits savagely, veins bulging, fingers digging deep, creamy flesh spilling between them. His cock jerked upward.
This brutality was her dream; pleasure surged, lust skyrocketing. Treated like a fucktoy for his urges—just like last night's deepthroat. Degrading, thrilling.
"Ah... ah... so good... oh... brother... ah... tits feel amazing... fuck... killing me with pleasure. Rougher, meaner—no problem... ah... oh... love it... mmm... ah..."
Eyes squeezed shut, face crimson, she screamed. Lin Zimo watched her youthful breasts deform like dough under his assault. He worried she'd cry pain—but she begged for more.
No man could resist. He went feral: her moans, the silky feel, him on top—perfect erotic masterpiece.
The intense kneading sent pain signals to her brain, but her slutty mind flipped it to ecstasy. The sharper the hurt, the wilder the bliss—numb, lost, nearly blacking out from rapture.
"Oh... ah... brother, tits... ah... sister's big tits feel so good. Yes, like that... squeeze... hard... ah... so good... mmm... dying of pleasure... Keep going, harder, brother—crush your slut sister's tits to bits."