I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!
Chapter 68: Impatient B*tch

Chapter 68: Impatient B*tch

However, Zhao Yiming wasn’t the type to back down—especially not when a golden ticket like this was waving itself in his face.

Sex with Madam Ruan? That was money, AP, and a stronger bond, all wrapped up in one tight, high-heeled package.

So he grabbed her shoulder, leaned in, and said boldly, "Madam Ruan, let’s do what you like. We can have sex right here if you want, or call your cab—I don’t mind either way."

Her eyes went hollow for a moment, dark and unreadable—but that smile? That smile was soaked in lust as her lips parted and whispered, "Let’s go to my suite first... and once we’re there, we can do whatever we want."

She didn’t even have to make a call. With one gesture, a sleek black BMW pulled up like a loyal hound. The door opened, and both of them slipped inside.

The ride was dead quiet. Quiet, but tense—like a string pulled so tight it was ready to snap. And Madam Ruan? She didn’t make it easier. Her fingers kept brushing along his thigh... then his crotch.

Every graze of her red-painted nails made him twitch, and it didn’t take long before he was rock hard.

"Oh?" she purred, smirking as her fingers traced the bulge through his pants. "You’re hard already? And this big? Mm... I wonder just how big it’ll be once I set it free from its little cage."

Zhao Yiming didn’t answer. His hands clenched, his back stiff. He glanced at the skill timer—seven minutes left.

Just hold out... Don’t say anything weird...

But her hand kept moving, teasing him with maddening slowness. She was enjoying this way too much, stroking his cock over the fabric like she was tuning an instrument.

"You’re awfully quiet," she said, tilting her head innocently. "Didn’t you used to run your mouth all the time?"

He cleared his throat. "I’m a man of action."

That made her laugh—low, sultry, delighted. "Is that so? Then... do you want me to give you a blowjob right now?"

Zhao Yiming’s eyes went wide as she leaned down toward his lap.

He tried to stop her—"Wait, wait, not here—"

But right at that moment, the car rolled to a stop.

"We’ve arrived, Madam Ruan," the driver announced.

She clicked her tongue, annoyed. Zhao Yiming, meanwhile, let out a shaky breath of relief.

Both of them stepped out, and he found himself staring up at a luxurious high-rise—one that made even Jin Haolong’s overpriced tower look like a slum.

Madam Ruan slipped her arm around his as they walked in.

The beast hadn’t been unleashed yet... but it was pacing inside the cage.

It was painfully hard for them to finally get inside the lift. Just the two of them—and one poor soul who clearly wanted nothing to do with whatever energy was pulsing between Zhao Yiming and Madam Ruan.

The guy had his eyes glued to his phone like it was a lifeline.

That all changed the moment her hand slid up to Zhao Yiming’s chest.

"You know..." she whispered, her voice thick with heat, "I just can’t stand it anymore. What kind of spell did you put on me to make me feel like this?"

Her fingers trailed up to his jaw, brushing the corner of his mouth. Zhao Yiming stiffened, his body tense like a loaded spring.

He could see out of the corner of his eye that the poor man in front of them was starting to glance behind—then immediately turned back around, blushing furiously, and mashed the button for his floor like his life depended on it.

’Fucking hell! This skill is a disaster!’ Zhao Yiming cursed internally, his mind spiraling.

He was losing control fast—and her other hand wasn’t helping, especially when it reached for his pants and started to unzip them.

"Madam Ruan... st—"

Ding!

The elevator doors slid open and the man bolted out of there like he was being chased by a ghost, not even looking back. Zhao Yiming barely had time to process before—

Her lips were on his.

Hot, slow, wet.

She kissed him like she was starving. Her hands gripped his face as his own instinctively caught her waist. She wasn’t letting go.

Her lips sucked on his bottom one, gently at first—then with increasing hunger, teeth nibbling as if asking, begging for permission.

Zhao Yiming froze... then surrendered. His lips parted slightly.

Her tongue slipped in like it owned the place—dancing with his, wet and wild, stealing the air from his lungs.

The moment the elevator doors slid shut, their mouths were already locked again—hungrier, wilder, messier.

Madam Ruan kissed like she was trying to consume him whole, every twist of her tongue against his carrying the weight of desire barely restrained.

Her breath hitched as she pulled back for a second, looking at him like he was the only man on earth. "You have no idea what you’ve done to me," she whispered hoarsely, her voice cracked with lust.

"I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I even dreamt about this. You. Inside me."

’Wh-what kind of nonsense is she talking about? Does this have something to do with my skill? And now she wanted to fuck me all the time???’ his mind scrambled for an answer, but her fast movement destroyed it.

Her hand moved again, quick and desperate—grabbing at his belt buckle, unhooking it with an addict’s urgency.

Zhao Yiming’s breath caught as the metal clinked open, her red-painted fingers working with expert ease.

"Madam Ruan—"

"No more talking," she growled against his neck, nipping it hard, "I need to fuck you before I lose my goddamn mind."

Ding!

Suddenly, a familiar chime echoed in his mind—and not from the elevator.

[New Pervy Quest Triggered!]

[Quest: Ruan to Ruin]

[Satisfy Madam Ruan to the point she goes crazy and begs for a second round.]

• Easy mode: Stop her and tell her straight not to do it in the lift!

• Moderate mode: Let her do whatever she wants, after all this is your skill to blame!

• Hard mode: "Oh? You want me that much, huh? Why don’t you blow job me right here right now, then?"

[The God of Richness & Love says:

["OH HO~ THIS IS IT! FUCK HER SO GOOD THAT SHE SIGNS OVER HER ENTIRE BUSINESS WHILE STILL NAKED!!"]

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Zhao Yiming nearly choked.

’Fuck, fuck, fuck—why right here, right now?!’

But it was too late to back out. Madam Ruan’s hand was already inside his pants, palming him with a wicked grin and ravenous eyes.

And with only five minutes left on his skill timer... there was no time to hesitate.