Smash!
Su Yun grabbed the cup she poured for herself and hurled it with all her might. The expensive porcelain cup hit the tiles, and splashed the dark coffee all over Ye Zhen's shiny Italian leather shoes.
"You useless thing!" Su Yun screamed, her voice cracking.
The elegant doctor was gone and in her place stood a woman driven mad by her dry sex life.
"I am your wife! Not a bloody piece of furniture to be dusted off once a year!"
"Take your board meeting and shove it right up your tight ass!"
Ye Zhen jumped back, his face draining of colour, "Su Yun! Have you lost your mind?!"
"Lost my mind?" Su Yun nodded in anger, "Good! Good! You want to see a woman who has lost her mind??"
Su Yun spun around, her chest heaving violently. Her erect nipples rubbed against the silk of her gown as she marched into the kitchen
Ye Zhen blinked, terrified as he asked, "What are you doing?"
Well, he got his answer three seconds later.
Su Yun returned with a heavy, black, iron pan in her hand.
Now, she was obviously not going to make omelettes here.
With her eyes burning with a mix of murderous rage and unsatisfied lust, she held the pan like a Head-Splitting Axe, ready to chop his head in two.
"You said I was an inconvenience?" Su Yun hissed, stepping forward, "Come here, Ye Zhen! I will show you an inconvenience!"
"Since you can't use your tool, I will use mine to conveniently flatten that tiny dick of yours along with that brain!"
"Su... Su Yun! Put the pan down!" Ye Zhen's face went white in horror. He scrambled back, knocking his chair over with a crash, "You are bloody mental!"
"Yes! I am mental!" She swung the pan.
Whoosh!
It sliced through the air with terrifying speed, aiming right for his head.
"One of us is doing the pounding today!" Su Yun looked like she was possessed by a devil. She was out for blood.
"Help! Murder!" Ye Zhen squealed. He had no strength and a limp dick. Against a furious and sexually frustrated wife wielding an iron pan, he was absolutely doomed.
He tried to run out of the front door, but his legs gave in.
"Die, you old turtle!" Su Yun raised the pan to deliver that one blow that would make the morning news headlines.
Ye Zhen scrambled backward, knocking his chair over, "Su Yun! Put the pan down! You will end up in prison!"
"I am more than happy to!" She lunged.
But at that exact moment, footsteps echoed from the stairs. Just as the pan was about to descend, a figure blurred into the room behind her.
Ye Tian had just come down the stairs. He was dressed in a cheap but well-fitted black suit he had bought for the interview. His hair was combed neatly, revealing his forehead and sharp eyes.
When he saw the domestic violence unfolding in front of his eyes, he was pleasantly amused.
'Whoa. Auntie Su has a temper.' Ye Tian thought. But he couldn't let his "foster father" have his brain flattened, not yet. Ye Zhen could still be useful.
So Ye Tian moved. His movement was fast, like a ghost drifting over water. In just two strides, he was down the stairs, across the living room.
Just as Su Yun was about to bring the pan down, Ye Tian appeared behind her.
But he did not grab the weapon. That would be so rude.
He grabbed Su Yun instead.
His left arm wrapped around her slim waist, pulling her back forcefully into his chest. His right hand shot out to restrain her falling arm... or at least, that was the intention.
Maybe it was the momentum.
Maybe it was the soft silk of her nightgown.
Or maybe, just maybe, Ye Tian was just a calculated scoundrel.
His hand missed her arm and clamped directly onto her right breast.
'Oh, come off it!'
'You guys don't actually believe that was an accident, do you?'
'Momentum? My ass.'
'That was no slip. It was a precise airstrike. He aimed for the mountains and he landed the plane perfectly.'
Squeeze.
"Ah!"
Su Yun froze instantly. The angry scream died in her throat, and was replaced by a strangled gasp from shock.
Time seemed to stop. The sensation was overwhelming. Ye Tian's big palm completely engulfed her soft, heavy mound of flesh. His fingers instinctively dug in her flesh, and the rough skin of his palm rubbed against her sensitive nipple through her thin gown.
The frying pan wobbled in her grip and slipped out of her hands, clattering on the floor.
Bang!
Su Yun's body went rigid, and her brain shut down.
Unbearable scorching heat exploded from her chest and flooded her entire body. Her nipples hardened instantly, eager to spill out of the restraints of the gown.
"Calm down, Auntie Su," Ye Tian whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her skin, "Murder is illegal. He isn't worth the prison time."
"Nngh..." Su Yun's knees buckled.
She slumped back against him, her back pressed against his solid chest. She could feel the wall of muscle behind her.
And she felt something else as well. Something hard pressing against her lower back.
'Well, well. It seems our 'little' Ye Tian is standing at full attention.'
'And judging by the way Su Yun is leaning into it, she is more than ready to help him stand at ease.'
Ye Zhen, seeing his wife immobilized by Ye Tian, didn't waste a second.
He grabbed his briefcase and ran for the door like a dog with its tail between its legs.
"You... You wait until tonight!" Ye Zhen yelled over his shoulder, his voice cracking, "I will deal with you then.'
And Ye Zhen stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
Silence returned to the villa.
Nobody spoke, Nobody moved. But the tension in the room was thick enough to cut even a knife.
With the useless husband gone, the house suddenly felt very small and very hot.
Su Yun was breathing heavily, her chest heaving up and down. And with every breath, her breast moved against Ye Tian's hand, which was still holding onto her.
She should push him away.
She should ask him to let go.
But she didn't. She couldn't even lift her finger.
'And let's be honest, why would she?'
'The man she married just treated her like a piece of furniture, while this young dragon is gripping her tit with such passion.'
Ye Tian knew exactly what he was doing. He felt the softness in his hand.
'She is so sensitive,' he thought, a smirk playing on his lips behind her head, 'Just one touch and she is already melting.'
Su Yun was already on the edge when suddenly Ye Tian decided to pull back. A smart hunter won't just dive in.
They have to make the prey beg for it.
"He is gone now," Ye Tian said softly.
He slowly, agonizingly slowly, removed his hand from her breast. The loss of contact made Su Yun nearly whimper.
He spun her around gently.
Su Yun looked up at him. Her face was flushed crimson, her eyes misty and unfocused. She looked like a woman who had been drugged.
"Ye... Ye Tian... I..." she stammered, her voice trembling. She didn't know what to say.
'You touched my boobs,' seemed too crude.
'Thank you,' seemed wrong.
"You looked like you were about to cry," Ye Tian teased her, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
His fingers lingered on her burning cheek, "Don't waste tears on him. It will ruin your beauty."
Su Yun's heart hammered against her ribs.
Badum!
Badum!
"I have to go to the interview," Ye Tian said, checking his watch. "I will bring you back something sweet tonight. Wait for me."
He leaned in.
Su Yun closed her eyes, her lips parting slightly in anticipation. She tilted her head up.
Kiss.
Ye Tian didn't kiss her lips. He planted a soft, lingering kiss on the side of her neck, right over her pulse point.
His lips were hot. He sucked gently, just for a fraction of a second, enough to send a shiver racking through her entire frame.
"Be a good girl," he whispered.
Then, he pulled away, turned on his heel, and walked out the door with the swagger of an Emperor leaving his concubine.
As the door clicked shut, Su Yun was left standing alone in the middle of the living room.
Her legs finally gave out. She sank onto the expensive carpet.
The silence of the house was deafening, but the noise in her head was screaming.
She raised a trembling hand to her neck, touching the wet spot where his lips had been. It burned as if he left a mark.
Then, her hand moved lower.
She cupped her own breast, squeezing it just like he had.
"Ah..."
A moan escaped her lips. It sounded foreign, animalistic.
It wasn't enough. Her own hand wasn't rough enough. It wasn't big enough. It lacked the heat.
"Ye Tian..." she whispered his name like a curse, or a prayer.
Her hand slid down her stomach, over the silk of her gown, and slipped between her thighs.
She was soaked.
The guilt hit her. She was a married woman, this was taboo. This was dirty.
But as her fingers found the sensitive clit between her lips. The guilt vanished from her heart, replaced by blinding pleasure.
"God... why..." she gasped, her head thrown back, her hips bucking involuntarily against the floor.
"This is so wrong."
"Yet it feels so good?"
In the empty living room, the Director of the First Hospital, the wife of CEO Ye, lay on the floor, surrendering completely to their inner demon called Lust.
And Su Yun knew, deep down knew that she was already addicted to the poison that was Ye Tian.
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