CHAPTER 82: FINGERING HER GOOD*

Zhao Yiming took off Su Meilin’s shirt while kissing her, his lips hungry as they sucked and nipped at hers.

She giggled between moans, fingers working quickly to unbutton his shirt one by one until his chest was fully exposed—toned, warm, and pressing against her.

They broke the kiss briefly, both catching their breath, and her hand glided along his chest as she teased him, "Hm... The first time we had sex, your muscles weren’t this defined. You really want to show off this body to your harem, huh?"

Zhao Yiming just laughed. "Show off? Nah. I did this so I’d have enough stamina to satisfy you, Meilin."

He leaned down, kissing her neck, then trailing lower to her bare chest—her bra long gone, tossed somewhere across the room.

He planted soft kisses here and there, before cupping one of her breasts and taking the other into his mouth. He sucked gently, nibbling until it hardened, making Su Meilin gasp and writhe beneath him.

"Nnngghh~ You really like my breasts that much, huh?" she muttered, curling her fingers into his hair. "You know there’s no milk in them."

Zhao Yiming laughed again. "Didn’t expect any. Though... it’d be kind of fun if something did come out."

Her face turned red as she frowned. "Of course not! Jeez... if anything did come out, it means I’m pregnant!"

His eyes widened slightly. "Oh, right... You’d look crazy sexy pregnant too, though."

She stared at him in disbelief—then burst out laughing and smacked his back lightly. "Ah, you pervert!"

He didn’t even try to deny it. Hell, after everything the perverted deity had put him through, he’d already given up trying to stay "normal."

But hey—money kept raining, baby.

Zhao Yiming helped her slide off her long skirt next. Her white underwear was already damp. When his fingers brushed against it, she shivered and let out a soft breath.

"Hmmm~ Someone’s really enjoying this," he teased, grinning.

"Coming from the guy trying to milk me?" she shot back, narrowing her eyes.

He laughed and shook his head. "Guilty."

Then, with deliberate slowness, he used his teeth to lower her underwear. His gaze never left her face—watching it turn bright red as he slid the last bit of fabric down her legs and tossed it away.

His eyes dropped to her exposed pussy, glistening, inviting. He leaned closer, inhaling the scent—thick, intoxicating.

Then he licked her entrance.

Su Meilin’s body jolted in response, her thighs tensing around his head. She whimpered—already sensitive, already aching.

She needed his tongue, his fingers, his cock.

She needed everything.

Zhao Yiming smirked against her slit looking at her impatient face, the heat of her skin already making his blood throb.

He dragged his tongue slowly along her folds, tasting every inch like he was savoring a fine meal after starving for days.

"Ahh!" Su Meilin gasped, her back arching off the bed as she instinctively grabbed at the sheets.

Her thighs tried to clamp shut, but his hands were already there, keeping her wide open like a man on a mission.

"Hahh... Yiming—ahh...!" she moaned, her voice already breathy, quivering with every flick of his tongue.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t even pretend to rush. He lapped at her slowly, like he wanted to memorize the shape of her pussy with his mouth alone.

Every little twitch, every gasp, every jerk of her hips was stored away in his head like sacred data.

Then, while his tongue circled her clit—gentle, but relentless—one of his hands slid down and traced along her entrance, soaked and pulsing.

"Shit, Meilin... You’re dripping."

She covered her face with her arm, flushed all the way to her ears. "Don’t say it like that..."

He grinned. "What? It’s hot. I love how wet you get from just my tongue."

She peeked at him through her fingers, biting her lip hard, her eyes glassy with lust. "I swear you weren’t this dirty before..."

"Blame the god," he muttered, then added with a wink, "Or maybe it’s just you."

Without another word, he slipped a finger inside.

Su Meilin gasped again—her body jolting as he eased it in, feeling her walls clamp down instantly. She was tight. So warm, so damn snug it made his cock twitch just from the feeling on his fingertip.

"Ah—ahh... Ngghhh~" she whimpered, her voice cracking. "That’s... OHHH!!!"

He pressed his lips back to her clit, sucking gently, flicking his tongue in tight, teasing circles as he curled his finger just right—hitting her G-spot.

Her whole body shook.

"NGGHHH!!!! YIMINGGHH—" Her hips jerked, but he held her firm.

"I’m just getting started," he muttered against her pussy, before adding a second finger.

"HHHNN~ So good, I already a wet~"

She cried out, louder now, her body twisting as her walls tried to keep up—fluttering around his fingers, struggling to keep calm as it feels to good!

"Nnnghh—Yiming~" The way she clenched, the way her body moved—it was like she was about to snap.

His fingers worked inside her, slow then fast, twisting, curling—exploring. His tongue never stopped its assault on her clit, relentless and smooth. While her pussy keep drolling love juices onto the bed.

"You are so sexy, Meilin." he said.

The sounds she made, wet, obscene, pure heaven making him impatient to fuck her.

She grabbed his hair with one hand, the other clinging desperately to the pillow above her head. Her thighs trembled, her belly spasming under the pressure of it all.

"AHHHH!!! OHHHH!!! I’M GONNA CUMMHHH!!! I’M CLOSEE"

He didn’t stop. Hell no. He doubled down, curling his fingers deeper and sucking her clit harder, until—

Su Meilin shattered.

Her entire body arched, a long, drawn-out moan spilling from her lips as her pussy clenched violently around his fingers.

"CUMMINGGG!!!"

Her juices gushed out, wetting his hand, his mouth, his chin—but he didn’t stop until she was trembling, until her body gave out and collapsed back on the mattress.

Only then did he slowly pull his fingers out, glistening and dripping. He raised them up and looked at them like they were coated in liquid gold.

"Damn," he whispered, licking them clean in front of her, eyes burning. "You taste so fucking good."

She was still breathless, her chest rising and falling fast as she blinked up at him, dazed and glowing like she’d just returned from another universe.

"...Pervert," she finally mumbled, lips twitching into a lazy, post-orgasm smile.

Zhao Yiming crawled up to kiss her again, slow and deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

"Yeah," he murmured between kisses, "but I’m your pervert."

Her legs wrapped weakly around his waist. "You better be at least when you are with me."

His cock pressed against her entrance, hard and leaking, and she could feel it—hot and ready.

Zhao Yiming smirked. "Good. Because round two’s gonna make you scream even louder."