Breached
Gu Qingcheng was floating on cloud nine right now, but Lin Zimo's massive cock hadn't blown its load yet—how could he let her go? He reached out with his palm and smack!
His big hand cracked down on that plump ass. Lining up his cock with her dripping pussy, he slammed his hips forward with brutal force, launching into the final doggy-style sprint.
"Ah... ah... y-you, let Qingcheng... oh... ah... rest a bit... I can't take it, mm... slow down, ah... ah... slower, brother... I can't handle it anymore."
Slutty pussy, fuck your mom—today my big dick's gonna fuck you to death... fuck you dead, you shameless whore...
Thanks to the nonstop flood of slutty juices from her pussy, every thrust made a wet squelch-squelch. His rock-hard abs kept slapping against that tempting peach-shaped ass, her pink labia lips rolling back and forth around his pounding cock. Lin Zimo's eyes locked on the sight, his excitement surging. His big hand couldn't hold back—he swung hard and cracked another slap on that sexy fat ass.
Smack~~!
"Oh... brother, hit me... ah... harder, oh... so good, my big ass—Qingcheng's big ass feels so amazing... so thrilling."
Lin Zimo's palm stung Gu Qingcheng's sexy peach booty, drawing endless sultry moans from her. Hearing those bone-melting cries only fired him up more. Her pussy clenched tighter and tighter around him, the pleasure on his cock intensifying until he was soaring.
He kept savagely spanking that jiggling fat ass while spewing filthy insults: "Fuck your mom's cunt, you stinking slut... whore, stinking cock-whore, damn it—look at that huge ass, so fucking fat... shit, it's so big just so you can kneel under brother's crotch, shaking it while you gobble dick, huh?!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
His cock hammered away alongside the abuse, his hands never slowing. Gu Qingcheng was lost in nonstop orgasms from his torment—his dick so hard, pounding her cervix deep every time, like he was gonna wreck her pussy and rot her ass raw. This was the rough sex she craved, the perfect play for her kinks.
She moaned even sluttier, her fat ass shaking wildly to meet his ravaging thrusts: "Ah... oh... I love it, Qingcheng loves it when you're so rough... ah... rough with me, play with me, play with my ass, my pussy... curse me, hit me, fuck me, oh... ah... Qingcheng the slutty whore, play with me, mm... yes, just like that, ah..."
Gu Qingcheng's whorish screams totally lit Lin Zimo up. That shaking fat ass looked so damn tempting, begging for more slaps. His hands went berserk, cracking down hard until it was covered in his handprints.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"More... ah... Qingcheng wants more spanking, beat my ass rotten, oh... ah... fuck me harder, mm... ah... fuck me to death, beat me to death, so good... feels like I'm dying, ah..."
Gu Qingcheng was in a frenzy, her plump peach ass hiked higher to take his abuse. Her pussy clamped down harder, making Lin Zimo's cock pound even fiercer. Watching that big ass wobble drove him insane—his hands swung in full arcs, really looking like he'd beat it to pieces.
Smack! Smack!
Stinking slut pussy, cock-hungry bitch, slutty mother dog—fuck your mom's cunt... big dick's gonna fuck you rotten, damn it.
Lin Zimo ravaged Gu Qingcheng's pussy like a madman, his cock pistoning wildly. The mix of her juices and his pre-cum streamed down her thighs. His brutal thrusts battered her ultra-sensitive cervix without mercy.
The crashing waves of pleasure had Gu Qingcheng screaming in ecstasy. Soon another massive orgasm hit. She shrieked at the top of her lungs, but Lin Zimo didn't let up—no matter if she'd cum or not, he wouldn't stop until he blew.
After countless more savage thrusts, Lin Zimo hit his limit. He spanked that pale tender ass hard while growling low: "Oh... ah... can't hold it... Qingcheng, ah... gonna cum, shooting it, ah..."
With a final guttural roar, Lin Zimo's cock reached its peak. Like machine-gun bullets, he unloaded everything deep into Gu Qingcheng's pussy. The hot cum scorched her into yet another climax.
"Filthy slut, so fucking good... oh... fuck... you really fucked me to death."
Gu Qingcheng was drenched in sweat from head to toe, her limbs and slim waist gone limp as jelly.
Her watery eyes glanced at the cock still oozing cum, and she shyly buried her head under the sheets.
Lin Zimo lay beside Gu Qingcheng, pulling out a cigarette and lighting up without a care for worldly bullshit.
He took a drag: "Hoo!" A cloud of smoke billowed out.
A post-fuck smoke—bliss like an immortal.
Lin Zimo half-reclined on the bed's edge, puffing away in total satisfaction.
Gu Qingcheng crawled up and stood, heading for the bathroom. But after a few steps, her legs wobbled—she had to creep along carefully in an awkward pose.
Thinking back to Lin Zimo's heroic stamina, his explosive performance that had her begging for mercy over and over...
Gu Qingcheng's fair cheeks flushed deep pink.
She checked the time—they'd been at it for over three hours.
Oh god!
That long? My little pussy won't be ruined, will it?!
Lin Zimo stubbed out his smoke with a satisfied sigh.
Right then—
Gu Qingcheng's legs buckled from soreness, and she started to topple.
In the nick of time—
Lin Zimo lunged forward and scooped her up by the waist, smiling tenderly at her.
"Where do you wanna go? Tell me, I'll carry you. Look at you—legs so weak you can't walk, still pushing yourself. What if you fall and get hurt?"
Gu Qingcheng's delicate face burned red. Her usual sultry voice was hoarse and urgent now.
"The bathroom..."
Her pussy was stuffed full—about to leak out!
Lin Zimo saw her anxious toe-curling on the carpet and chuckled.
"In such a rush? Call me something nice, and I'll carry you."
Gu Qingcheng's eyes reddened with urgency. She glared at Lin Zimo and bit her plump lip.
We've already done it anyway—calling him that won't kill me. She whispered softly,
"Hubby, carry me quick." Gu Qingcheng's cheeks were so red they might bleed.
Lin Zimo had just been teasing, but hearing her actually say it thrilled him. He laughed,
"Hahaha, good girl. Hubby's got you."
His strong arms flexed, effortlessly princess-carrying Gu Qingcheng as he strode to the bathroom.
Gu Qingcheng shyly kept her head down, her gaze landing on the scratches on his shoulder.
Memories of certain moments flooded back, nearly making her combust.
Just as Lin Zimo set Gu Qingcheng down in the bathroom—
Her work phone rang from the room.
That was her work ringtone—only business calls triggered it.
Gu Qingcheng figured it was her secretary with something urgent and blurted,
"Hubby, grab my phone for me. I'll go first."
Two seconds later, she realized what she'd called him.
Slam— She flushed and shut the bathroom door.
Gu Qingcheng sat on the toilet, patting her burning cheeks.
Lin Zimo watched, grinning ear to ear. Gu Qingcheng was too damn cute.
She trusted him completely—letting him handle her phone like that.
Lin Zimo grabbed her latest-model Huami phone and knocked at the bathroom door.
"Wifey, phone delivery service."
Gu Qingcheng flushed as she cracked the door, shooting him a grumpy glare before snatching the phone and answering.
"Hey, Li Na, what's up?" Her secretary wouldn't call without reason.
The line connected, and Li Na's panicked voice burst through.
Li Na was in full panic mode right now.
Normally, even in crises, Gu Qingcheng was the steady anchor—her and the execs might fret, but with the boss around, they stayed calm.
But Gu Qingcheng had been dodging her parents' marriage nagging, squeezing in five workdays around the weekend.
The president hadn't shown up for three straight workdays.
Without Gu Qingcheng at the Gu Group tower during this first major hacker assault, everyone was on edge.
Gu Qingcheng's shy face hardened instantly. She said gravely,
"Don't panic. I'm heading to the company now."
She hung up, swiftly changing into her suit skirt while telling Lin Zimo,
"Lin Zimo, the company's under hacker attack. I need to get to Shencheng right away. Coming with?"
She changed with her back to him.
"I'm with you." Lin Zimo dressed fast too, grabbing essentials.
Gu Qingcheng warmed at his words, watching his busy figure.
She did want him along—even if he just stood there, his presence calmed her.
Gu Qingcheng grabbed her ID and stuff, calling the driver to bring the car to the gate for the airport run.
Gu's mom was ladling tonic soup for them when she saw their rush and hurried over.
"Qingcheng, what's wrong? Why the hurry? Where are you off to?"
Gu Qingcheng hugged her mom.
"Mom, work emergency. Gotta handle it. I'll visit again soon."
Gu's dad sensed trouble and stepped up worriedly. "Qingcheng, what's the company issue? Need Dad with you?"
Gu Qingcheng remembered she'd risen to Gu Group president so fast because of his health and her management passion.
She smiled. "Dad, just a small thing. I got it. Don't worry—if I can't, I'll call you."
Gu's dad knew his daughter was capable and stubborn. "Alright. Hit me up if it's tough."
"I will. Bye, Dad, Mom—we're off. See you next time."
Gu Qingcheng reached the door amid her mom's reluctant gaze, sliding into the car.
Gu's dad hurried up, pulling out a token etched with a unique "Gu" character. He handed it solemnly to Lin Zimo.
"Zimo, this is the Gu Family Martial Hall token. Members see it as me. If you hit unsolvable trouble, show it to hall heads anywhere—they'll follow your orders."
Lin Zimo blinked—Gu Zhen was basically handing him the martial hall leadership?
"Uncle, this..." Lin Zimo started, but Gu Qingcheng cut in.
"Dad, Zimo—hurry! Flight time."
Gu's dad nodded. "Go on. Take care of Qingcheng for me."
"Got it." Lin Zimo pocketed the Gu token and hopped in.
Lin Zimo and Gu Qingcheng flew first class.
They rushed straight to the Gu Group tower in Shencheng.
The office, usually chill with coffee chats and gossip, buzzed with tension and fear.
No more lounging—eyes glued to screens in horror.
"Bad! Main server and network hit by unknown hackers..."
"Shit... my computer's out of control..."
"Done for... important data's gone from my machine..."
Gu Qingcheng and Lin Zimo walked in to chaos and cries.
The whole network crashed—data glitching on screens, keyboards dead, mice useless.
Secretary Li Na spotted Gu Qingcheng and rushed over with the latest.
"Boss, you're here! Tech security triggered emergency protocols. But this hack's ferocious—newest viruses, unknown methods. Firewall's useless. Techs are scrambling, but it's futile."
"Company status now?"
Gu Qingcheng sounded calm and steady, but inside she was anxious.
Li Na, assistants, and execs grimly reported.
"Boss, game dev department hacked—Yuanshen game source files stolen..."
"Boss, main server down—Douyin Video, Qi Miao sites forced offline."
"Boss, operations basically paralyzed..."
Gu Qingcheng knew a botched crisis would devastate Gu Group.
Panic spread through the office.
Whispers flew: traitor inside? Corporate spy virus? Rival sabotage? AI glitch?
Whatever—operations were crippled.
Gu Qingcheng paled but stayed composed. "Contacted cybersecurity team? Report?"
"Yes, Boss. Experts analyzing, no results yet."
Gu Qingcheng led Lin Zimo to network security.
A crew of balding senior coders looked terrified, futures bleak.
Fingers flew over keys, hunting the issue.
But screens showed alien code.
Snaking characters and symbols hissed like venomous serpents.
Then, Lin Zimo's mind rang with the system chime.
[Ding! System detects emergency. Infusing host with God-level Hacker skill.]
Gu Qingcheng stared, feeling unprecedented pressure for the first time.
This crisis left her helpless.
She knew zilch about coding—could only hunt better programmers. But Gu Group's network firm had top talent already. Who else?
As Gu Qingcheng floundered toward despair—
Lin Zimo patted her head. "Qingcheng, don't worry. I'll handle it. Track the hackers' source, and we counterattack."
He sat by a stunned senior coder whose machine was fried.
Per system guidance, he booted a fresh unused PC.
Gu Qingcheng gazed at his cool, composed handsome face—her heart inexplicably settled, surprise blooming.
"Lin Zimo, I believe in you." He always surprised her out of nowhere.
Lin Zimo nodded. His distinct-knuckled fingers danced over the keys.
Moments later, complex green code surged across the screen—a visual feast.
With the infused God-level Hacker skill, Lin Zimo analyzed the attack's origin and intent.
His intricate tracing revealed ferocious hackers with a clear goal: crush Gu Qingcheng's company.
Onlookers gawked at Lin Zimo in shock.
Too panicked earlier to notice—this guy was smoking hot!
And coding seriously? Even hotter—deadly alluring.