I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!
Chapter 57: Both Of Them Lost Control & Mind**

Chapter 57: Both Of Them Lost Control & Mind**

Zhao Yiming tried to steady his breathing, his chest rising and falling as he looked down at the mess he’d made of Su Meilin.

But she wasn’t satisfied—not even close. She struggled against the bindings, her body writhing beneath the water, desperation written all over her flushed face.

"Just let me go! I want to touch your cock—I want to ride you!" she cried, yanking at the tie with trembling hands.

She was so horny and desperate, looking at that make him grin wide.

"Not this time, Meilin."

He leaned over her, hands gripping the edge of the bathtub, his face inches from hers.

His voice dropped lower, full of heat. "This time, I’m the one who’s going to ruin you."

Without breaking eye contact, he lifted one of her legs and rested it on his shoulder. Then, pulling a condom from the system inventory, he slid it on with practiced ease.

The moment it was in place, he began grinding against her slick entrance—her pussy already soaked from the bath and her own desire.

"Ngghh~ Just fuck me already!" Su Meilin sobbed, her voice cracked with need.

"I-I can’t take it anymore! I want your cock so bad!"

Tears streamed down her cheeks, her whole body trembling as she begged for the cock she’d just been worshipping.

"Don’t worry. I will," Zhao Yiming growled.

And with one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her.

"AHHH!!! SO GOODDHHNNN!!!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the tiled walls as her head flew back, mouth open in a moan that tore from her soul.

Her body convulsed around him.

"You came just like that?" Zhao Yiming hissed through his teeth.

Her pussy clamped down tight, twitching, milking him, soaking the condom with her juices as wave after wave of her orgasm crashed through her.

"AHHH!!! SO GOODDHHNNN!!!" Su Meilin screamed, her body arching, toes curling, her moan echoing against the tiled walls.

Her pussy clenched down on Zhao Yiming’s cock like it had a mind of its own, sucking him in deeper like it wanted to own him.

"What a lewd body you have, Meilin... Just one thrust and you explode like a firecracker?"

"I-I don’t know! You feel so good inside!" she whimpered, her voice shaking with need, pleasure, and something more twisted—like shame mixed with craving.

Her legs trembled, the ties on her wrists digging into her skin as she tried to pull herself closer, tried to grind against him harder, faster—like her body was possessed.

But Zhao Yiming didn’t let her.

He kept still, letting her feel everything. His hard cock inside her, his gaze on her, the heat in the water, the fact that she was tied up like a helpless slut begging for more.

"Beg for it properly," he growled.

She gasped, cheeks flushed, eyes wet, biting her lower lip until it trembled. "P-please... fuck me hard, Yiming! Just ruin me already!"

That was all he needed.

He slammed into her again, making the water splash out violently, her back slapping against the porcelain edge with a loud wet sound.

Zhao Yiming groaned, feeling her pussy keep convulsing like crazy. Again and again, he drove into her, each thrust brutal, punishing, deep—his cock like a battering ram against her soaked, twitching walls.

He didn’t holding on anymore. She wanted it and he would give it to her.

"AHHHH!!!! OHHH!!! YIMINGG!!!" She moaned, the pleasure messing with her brain, "Your cock is so goooddhhh!!!"

Su Mei’s body shook as if electrified, every thrust lighting her nerves on fire. Her moans were broken, her throat raw.

Her tits bounced wildly, water and soap sliding over her flushed skin, her nipples stiff as pebbles.

Her mind? Gone. Completely gone.

Zhao Yiming smirked, grabbing her neck—not choking her, but holding her still—forcing her to look into his eyes.

"This is what you wanted, right? To be fucked like a whore?"

"Yes!" she cried out, tears mixing with the bathwater, "Yes! I’m your whore, Yiming! Just keep fucking me—don’t stop!"

He grunted. Her confession made his blood boil and made his cock twitch harder inside her. But he wasn’t done yet.

After one last deep, brutal thrust that made her nearly pass out, he pulled out, panting.

"Not done yet, Meilin," he growled, standing up from the water, lifting her soaked, weak body effortlessly.

She gasped, her eyes glazed over as she clung to his shoulder, still trembling. "W-where...?"

He didn’t answer. He carried her out of the tub, water dripping from their bodies, steam curling around them like the gates of hell had opened.

He tossed her down onto the sink counter, ass sliding against the cold surface, her wrists still bound.

Zhao Yiming got behind her, pushing her upper body down, making her ass stick up beautifully, glistening with water and sweat.

"Time for a new position, Meilin," he whispered darkly into her ear, "You thought you were ruined already? We’re just getting started."

Su Meilin whimpered, bracing herself.

[God of Richness & Love cheers: "THAT’S IT! SLAM HER LIKE SHE OWES YOU RENT OR THE OTHER WAY AROUND!!!"]

["WHO CARES?! JUST FUCK AND RUIN HER!"]

[God of Richness & Love suspiciously put the sticky liquid on his hand, ready to do something immoral.]

Zhao Yiming smirked and thrust in again—new angle, new depth.

And Su Meilin?

She screamed again, her voice echoing like a prayer to sin. "YESSHHH!!! PLEASE FUCK ME MOREE!!!"

She swings her ass around, grinding on her cock and bouncing her body, wanting to feel that mind-blowing cum again.

"You dirty woman!" Zhao Yiming slapped her ass hard as her body trembled in pleasure.

"NNGGHH~ YESHHH!!! SLAP ME MORE! DEFILE ME!!!"

Maybe because he got carried away with the atmosphere and how slutty Su Meilin was or the perverted deity teaching finally drilled into his brain, he lost control of himself.

Tonight, he really doing all out and did something he never thought he would do.

But who cares? Even the God by his side now, he was invincible and he wanted sex!