Official Career Storm
Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Chapter 167

The car stopped in the underground garage, and the chauffeur left.

Song Guanchao pulled open the car door and shook Chu Xiao’e’s shoulder.

Chu Xiao’e pretended to be drowsy as she opened her eyes, glanced around, and said, "Are we home?"

"Yes," Song Guanchao said, "I’ll walk you up."

"Oh."

Chu Xiao’e lifted her beautiful legs, stretching one foot toward the outside of the car.

Upon getting out of the car, she suddenly remembered she hadn’t taken her bag and turned back to grab it in her hand.

Coming out of the elevator, she arrived at the door and opened it.

The room was pitch dark.

She turned on the light, saw Song Guanchao still standing at the doorway, and said, "Would you like to come in and sit for a bit?"

"Sure."

Both of them knew what was going on, yet they pretended they were unaware.

It was a membrane that was difficult to puncture; once punctured, it would be very awkward.

Song Guanchao changed his shoes, and Chu Xiao’e brewed him a cup of tea, saying, "Have a seat, I’m going to take a bath."

She went into the room to get her nightgown and stepped into the bathroom. The rush of water sounded like kitten paws, scratching at Song Guanchao’s heart.

A dozen or so minutes later, Chu Xiao’e emerged.

A pure black silk camisole nightgown, it hung with a weighty drape.

Her perky chest pushed up the already-low neckline, exposing much of her pale skin, with two particularly prominent points.

She was like a mermaid fresh from her bath, captivating Song Guanchao to the point where he couldn’t look away.

Sensing his gaze, Chu Xiao’e said, "You drank quite a bit tonight. Would you like to shower at my place?"

Song Guanchao replied, maintaining his composure, "Wouldn’t that be inconvenient?"

"There’s no one else at home."

"Then... I’ll take a quick one."

It was sufficient to go through the motions once. Song Guanchao got up and entered the bathroom, cleaning himself thoroughly.

Just as he was about to finish, Chu Xiao’e’s voice suddenly came from outside the door, "Wrap yourself in a towel afterward. I’ll hang up your clothes to air them out and dissipate the alcohol."

"...Alright."

Song Guanchao came out wrapped in a towel, which was only around his waist, his well-built upper body muscles all bared, the primitive scent of his hormones made Chu Xiao’e’s breathing become slightly rapid.

She brushed past Song Guanchao, hurried into the bathroom, and hung his clothes on the balcony to air out.

She returned to the living room, where Song Guanchao was sitting on the sofa.

Although both were fully aware and knew what was about to transpire, at this moment they were somewhat uncertain how to begin.

"Would you like a drink?" Chu Xiao’e suddenly asked.

"Sure."

Chu Xiao’e opened a bottle of red wine and sat down beside him.

She was freshly bathed, and her faint fragrance wafted into Song Guanchao’s nose. He sniffed greedily.

The two of them were sitting very close, her thigh and Song Guanchao’s separated by a mere finger’s breadth.

Chu Xiao’e sipped her wine, set down the glass, and while adjusting her position, her thigh casually made contact with his.

Instantly, their bodies tensed to varying degrees.

They looked up at each other at the same time, and under their mutual gaze, an ambiguous atmosphere spread, each seeing the flickering fireworks in the other’s pupils.

Their bodies slowly drew closer, closer and closer.

Chu Xiao’e’s long eyelashes trembled, and she gently closed her eyes.

Song Guanchao wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her against himself, and sealed her red lips with a kiss.

The sound of their heartbeats echoed in their ears at that moment.

Her body was slender and petite.

Song Guanchao stood up holding her, lifting her buttocks, and directly hoisted her onto him.

Kissing, they moved toward the bedroom.

Without turning on the light, they tumbled onto the bed in a heap.

Song Guanchao slipped a hand under her skirt, surprised to discover that she had gone commando.

As his fingers explored, Chu Xiao’e, her lips sealed, let out a soul-destroying groan.

The snow-white body writhed like a large python in Song Guanchao’s embrace, with her delicate skin rubbing against his thighs, igniting his desire.

After some foreplay, Song Guanchao gripped her slender waist, which couldn’t endure a single grasp, and thrust his hips, penetrating the tight, scorching farmland.

"Ah!"

Chu Xiao’e trembled as she let out a cry.

More than an hour later, Song Guanchao lay at the head of the bed, with Chu Xiao’e snuggled up to him like an obedient kitten, still holding onto his lifeline, stroking it rhythmically.

Song Guanchao had completely surrendered.

This woman had truly been dry for too long.

Last time they had gone for three rounds, and this time it was two more.

Even though she had just been under him begging with a crying voice, now she still seemed unsatisfied and wanted to go again.

Even the sturdiest of men couldn’t handle this.

Seeing that Song Guanchao made no move, Chu Xiao’e suddenly wriggled her lower body, laying her head on his abs.

In the light of the living room, as she watched the member in her small hand gradually respond again, like a greedy little cat, she slowly climbed onto him.

She propped up her knees, and beneath her nightgown, she spread her beautiful legs and straddled him.

Guided by her small hand, after making slight adjustments, she slowly sat down.

"Mmm~"

The sudden fullness elicited a satisfied moan from her.

With her hands pressed against Song Guanchao’s abs, beneath the nightgown, her waist and hips moved back and forth.

"Ah, ah~"

Her cries grew louder, as she bit her lips firmly.

Disheveled strands of hair were wetted by fine beads of sweat, sticking to her forehead and cheeks.

This face, which was somewhat baby-faced and both cute and charming, now was filled with allure.

Her gyrating waist moved with increasing amplitude and speed.

She suddenly grabbed Song Guanchao’s hand and placed it on her perky breasts.

Then she grabbed his other hand, and with parted red lips, she took his finger into her mouth.

Hisss!

Song Guanchao felt invigorated, experiencing a sensation that hit his soul like never before.

Half an hour later, accompanied by Chu Xiao’e’s high-pitched scream, her whole body shuddered violently as if she were in the throes of convulsion.

Her entire body trembled, her buttocks quivering like waves.

The intense tightening sent a shiver through Song Guanchao’s soul.

Chu Xiao’e lay limply on top of him, breathing heavily, the fragrant breath from her exhalations hitting his face.

At this moment, their souls and flesh merged, reaching the peak of happiness and pleasure.

When he left Chu Xiao’e’s house, it was already half past eleven.

Song Guanchao’s slight drunkenness had long since faded.

"That was crazy."

He rubbed his lower back and stood by the roadside waiting for a car.

It was just as well that Liang Jiajia had been quite busy recently, coming home exhausted every day.

If he were asked to fulfill his conjugal duties in his current state, he feared he wouldn’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

In the room.

Chu Xiao’e was tidying up the bed.

Large patches of wetness covered the sheets, as if a bucket of water had been spilled.

The trashcan was filled with used tissues and condoms.

Her legs felt a bit weak, and she was unsteady on her feet.

Thinking of how Song Guanchao had held her against the wall and the ferociousness of his thrusts... she couldn’t help blushing again.

Under his pounding, she felt as if her soul was ascending to heaven.

"Young people really do have energy."

Chu Xiao’e gave a light laugh, then felt a wave of loss.

The next time, she wondered when that would be.

Suddenly, she thought of the entrepreneurs’ dinner taking place the next evening.

Would he be attending?

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