In the bedroom, the sounds of lips being sucked and pecked continuously echoed.
Zhong Nian tried hard to treat his own two lips as dead flesh, but under the man’s relentless assault, he truly couldn’t hold out much longer.
How could someone be so persistent?
He had been sucking on them for half an hour.
Zhong Nian could barely feel the existence of his lips anymore; they were numb yet swelling with heat. This strange sensation transmitted to his brain nerves, making his whole body dizzy.
Through a layer of physiological mist in his vision, he saw the man’s eyes up close, filled with surging desire, showing no signs of fatigue or boredom—instead, the more he kissed, the more excited he became.
From time to time, he added scorching, lewd words.
“So sweet. Does Little Nian’s mouth hide Flower Honey? It tastes so good.”
“Your lip pearl is swollen from sucking— so cute, Wife.”
“Baby… give it to Husband quickly, okay?”
…
No matter what, Zhong Nian stubbornly refused to open his mouth.
Inopportunely, he recalled the men from the previous two worlds; they all seemed very enthusiastic about this kind of thing.
But in the past, he could directly express his thoughts—slap them if angry, bite if annoyed. However, this B-level Game Dungeon was obviously different.
He had to stick to the character setting…
He didn’t know what made a qualified wife, only that as a wife, one should indeed fulfill certain obligations.
The Husband’s demands weren’t excessive; he could throw a little tantrum, but to seriously refuse, he needed a reason to back it up.
But right now, he didn’t even have the chance to speak.
The current situation was like a rabbit’s head held in a wolf’s mouth—its legs too short to kick the opponent, only able to flail at the air, utterly powerless.
Zhong Nian felt his brain split in two: one half tormented by the man’s gnawing and biting, emotions in chaos, sinking into an inescapable realm of water and fire; the other half desperately maintaining rationality, racking his brains for countermeasures and escape routes… until he suddenly felt a pain at the base of his thigh.
The unforgettable scene he had glimpsed when taking the man’s clothes from the bathroom flashed in his mind. He quickly understood what was happening, his eyes widening in shock, shame, and fury. In that instant, he cared about nothing else and wanted to lift his leg to shove the other away.
Just as the thought arose, he suddenly heard a series of clattering noises, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling.
It came from the other side of the wall.
Not the north wall by the headboard; judging by direction, it was from the residents of 1602.
With the rooms facing each other, the headboard adjoined 1604’s bedroom, while the south wall bordered 1602’s living room.
The one making the noise was the thirty-year-old man they had met at the store that evening…
From what that man had said, his wife had passed away, so he should be living alone—or did he have a child?
Was he arguing with someone?
Before he could figure it out, another bout of incoherent roaring and cursing erupted, as if venting wildly.
“What crap! Dare to look down on me… a bunch of bastards. Once I make money, I can buy one prettier… So what if it’s just a few stinking poultry?!!”
Then came several sounds of glass shattering.
“Don’t mind it; he’s drunk,” Mo Heng turned Zhong Nian’s distracted face back, seemingly accustomed to it. “Someone will handle it soon.”
Zhong Nian recalled that the man had bought a basket of alcohol and understood. He asked, “The property management will handle it…?”
Before the words finished, his mouth was blocked by a tongue, unable to close again.
Zhong Nian then realized he couldn’t speak!
Distracted by the neighbor, he had forgotten his predicament. After guarding so strictly for so long, he let Mo Heng succeed just like that.
After patiently grinding for so long, finally tasting the coveted prize, the man let out a sincere sigh from his chest, a portion of the thirst in his eyes turning to satisfaction.
As soon as he squeezed into the sweet, fragrant, wet, and soft cavity of his little wife, as if savoring the scalp-tingling delayed gratification, his body tensed, and his tongue stayed motionless for a moment. He merely gripped Zhong Nian’s jaw tightly with his thumb and forefinger, preventing escape.
The world spun a few turns, and the real plundering began.
“Mmph—no…”
Zhong Nian couldn’t speak clearly, only spilling faint whimpers in the gaps.
The man’s tongue was different from his—broad and rough-surfaced, grinding his own until it hurt. When it swept over his upper palate, it made him tremble uncontrollably with itchiness.
The water sounds of lips and tongues stirring rang in his mouth, sounding loud and shameful to Zhong Nian.
The mattress beneath their struggling bodies creaked.
Since the neighbor’s sounds were audible, it showed the Old Apartment’s soundproofing wasn’t good.
Zhong Nian didn’t want to be heard; he didn’t dare make too much noise, trying to stop the tongue ravaging and sucking inside. He hollowed his cheeks to bite down.
He was kissed senseless and didn’t realize how easily such behavior could be misunderstood by a man whose desire was surging.
A responding mouth with harmless struggles—this was clearly playing hard to get.
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