Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Chen Feng drove his glittering, dilapidated van, cursing and swearing all the way, as if the profanities were free.

"Damn it, what lousy luck!"

Half an hour later, I returned to the attic.

He glanced up at the second-floor window. The lights were off; Lin Fang and Liu Yu must have been asleep. He tiptoed upstairs, took out his keys, and opened the door.

The living room was pitch black, with only the moonlight streaming in from the window, casting blurry outlines of the furniture on the floor.

Chen Feng didn't dare turn on the light, afraid of disturbing the two women's sweet dreams. He slipped directly into the bathroom, closed the door, and only then dared to turn on the light.

The person in the mirror looked rather disheveled—the collar of their shirt was stained with blood, their hair was messy and still damp, and they had an indescribable smell about them.

"Damn it, what bad luck," Chen Feng cursed under his breath, quickly stripped off his clothes, and turned on the shower.

The icy water poured over his head, sending a shiver down his spine.

He closed his eyes, letting the cold water pour down his head, washing away the filth and stench. The foul smell gradually dissipated, replaced by the fresh scent of shower gel.

Chen Feng took a cold shower for a full twenty minutes before he felt a little better.

He turned off the shower and stood in the bathroom, panting heavily, the cold water quelling the heat in his body. However, as he picked up a towel to dry himself, that alluring figure uncontrollably surfaced in his mind again.

A scene of Jiang Hong doing yoga...

And her warm breath when she whispered in my ear…

No wonder people say that cuteness is worthless in the face of sexiness.

"Depend on!"

Chen Feng found that his body was starting to act up again. Frustrated, he turned on the shower again, and the cold water poured over his head once more, which barely suppressed the fire.

Unfortunately, the fire was burning too fiercely, and cold water couldn't extinguish it at all.

Chen Feng dried himself off and walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. He originally intended to go straight back to his small room to sleep, but his legs wouldn't obey him, and he inexplicably walked towards Lin Fang's room.

Like a cat stealing cream, Chen Feng tiptoed inside and gently closed the door behind him.

The room was dimly lit, with only a sliver of light filtering through the curtains. A soft mound of skin rose on the bed; Lin Fang lay on her side, breathing evenly and deeply, clearly fast asleep.

Chen Feng walked to the bedside and looked down at her.

Even in her sleep, Lin Fang's brows were slightly furrowed, as if she had something on her mind. She was covered with a thin silk quilt, revealing a section of her long, fair legs, the softness of which could be vaguely seen rising and falling with her breath.

Seeing this scene, Chen Feng was once again ignited.

All the embarrassment and frustration transformed into a primal urge at that moment. He desperately needed a thrilling battle to prove that he was a man in control, not a bloodshot, runaway brat.

Chen Feng lifted a corner of the blanket, his body still damp and chilly, and suddenly crawled inside.

"hiss……"

While sleeping, Lin Fang suddenly felt a cold sensation on her back, which startled her and made her cry out in fright. She instinctively tried to struggle.

"it's me."

Chen Feng's voice was hoarse and deep, carrying an undeniable domineering air.

He hugged Lin Fang's soft body tightly from behind, his large hand skillfully roaming, igniting clusters of flames wherever it went.

"Chen Feng? You..." Lin Fang woke up groggily, smelling the familiar scent of shower gel. Her tense body relaxed slightly, but then a surge of anger welled up inside her. "Are you crazy? What time is it? Why aren't you asleep yet! Why are you so cold... Ugh!"

Chen Feng silenced the rest of her words with a firm kiss.

This kiss was devoid of any tenderness; it was filled with aggression and possessiveness. Chen Feng seemed to be venting all the anger he had endured that night in this kiss.

Lin Fang was breathless from the kiss, and pushed against Chen Feng's chest with both hands, protesting indistinctly, "...What's wrong with you? There are other people here..."

"So what? Isn't it more exciting for some people?"

Lin Fang rolled her eyes and kept punching his chest with her little fists. She kept cursing, "You pervert." But she was actually looking forward to it.

Chen Feng released her lips, his heavy breath spraying onto the nape of her neck, but his hands became even more unrestrained.

"You...you bastard!" Lin Fang was both ashamed and angry. When she felt the hot touch behind her, her morning grumpiness instantly melted away.

She knew Chen Feng was acting strangely tonight.

Normally, this man, though bad, always showed her some respect and gentleness. But tonight, he was like an enraged beast, savage, domineering, and brooking no argument.

"Did you get upset outside?" Although Lin Fang felt weak all over, she still keenly sensed his emotions, reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear.

This gentle concern made Chen Feng pause, a warm feeling welling up inside him, but it was followed by an even stronger desire to conquer.

"I wasn't upset, I just missed you."

Chen Feng bit her earlobe, his voice low and terrifying: "Sister Fang, you are so beautiful."

After saying that, he didn't give Lin Fang a chance to speak again, pouncing on her like a hungry wolf.

"You bastard!"

Lin Fang's suppressed breathing was accompanied by her nails digging deeply into Chen Feng's firm muscles.

The old wooden bed creaked and groaned in protest, its sound particularly clear in the quiet of the night.

This time, Chen Feng showed no mercy, held nothing back, and unleashed his most primal power. He channeled all the anger he had accumulated from Jiang Hong during the day, his anxiety about the future, the shame of his nosebleed, and even Teddy's urine into his strength.

Lin Fang was like a small boat tossed about in a storm, clinging tightly to the only mast, bobbing up and down with his rhythm.

She bit her lip hard, trying to remain calm, afraid of waking Liu Yu next door. But this suppression and restraint, combined with Chen Feng's rare power, gave her a different feeling.

Looking at Lin Fang's appearance, Chen Feng suddenly remembered the peeing teddy bear and cursed, "You damn dog..."

Lin Fang jumped in fright and quickly turned around to glare at Chen Feng. "You're the dog! Chen Feng, how could you... like that? You pervert!"

Chen Feng realized something was wrong and quickly explained, "Sister Fang, I didn't!" He immediately realized that explaining was futile, so he started making "creaking noises" again.

After an unknown amount of time, the storm finally subsided.

Exhausted and panting heavily, the two finally released their pent-up anger, followed by an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort. Before long, they fell asleep with smiles on their faces.

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