Chapter 583: 398.
Luo Xin wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but remembering this was a public restroom in the hotel, she held herself back and lowered her voice a bit.
But Meng Yu didn’t care about any of that; instead, he took advantage of her, pulling Luo Xin’s long dress down from behind until it bunched around her calves.
The tight leather dress now hung around her thighs and calves like a wide rope, binding Luo Xin’s legs together so she couldn’t move. Then, Meng Yu pressed against the back of her knees; with a shove, she collapsed, kneeling on the toilet lid, able only to twist her waist and plump ass.
Luo Xin wobbled left and right, trying to get off the toilet, but Meng Yu grabbed both sides of her ass, locking her in place. At the same time, his voice was half-threatening, half-warning—
"Sun Wei is still waiting, you know. We don’t have much time; better hurry up!"
Luo Xin had made sure to be on guard today, even though she dressed a bit flashy when meeting Meng Yu: she scheduled lunch and at first met him in the hotel lobby. For safety’s sake, she even wore safety shorts under her long dress. But she never expected to run into Sun Wei today, nor to get cornered by Meng Yu in the bathroom.
To be honest, Luo Xin’s precautions did some good; her ass was already fair and full, and with the tight shorts clinging to her curves, Meng Yu struggled to get them off her shapely rear. Plus, with her squirming nonstop, his assault stalled for a moment.
After a couple tries, Meng Yu realized that without Luo Xin’s cooperation, he really couldn’t easily get the last layer off her lower half. He couldn’t help but push himself against her ass, forcing her to brace her hands on the tank lid and stop wriggling so much. Then he threatened again—
"Go ahead, move, shout a little louder. Maybe Sun Wei will come check it out. Bet that if he sees us like this, he’ll give up on getting back with you. Perfect for me."
"Asshole!"
Luo Xin spat at Meng Yu.
Seeing how Luo Xin always calmed down a little whenever he talked, Meng Yu pressed on—
"What, you really wanna get back with Sun Wei? The way you acted in the private room—that was just tsundere, not real anger?"
As he spoke, Meng Yu’s hands kept busy: he had already peeled Luo Xin’s shorts halfway down, her pale flesh and that strip of inviting hair between her thighs now exposed.
Luo Xin instinctively wanted to explain herself but realized she had no reason to waste words on Meng Yu. In the end, the only thing she spat out was, "Fuck off."
What did he take her, Luo Xin, for?
Sun Wei’s twisted thoughts in Thailand—was that something an apology could fix?
And now, dumped by Chen Xinran, he wants to crawl back to me—what do you take me for?
A few months ago, Sun Wei was everybody’s darling, but now he’s just trash everyone tosses aside!
Sun Wei’s words just now did nothing for Luo Xin but fuel her rage and disgust.
"No problem—when we’re done, I’ll get the hell out, quick as you like."
Though Meng Yu spoke lightly, a twisted, savage triumph flickered across his face.
Luo Xin’s shorts were already pulled up to her thigh roots, that pink, delicate slit displayed between her pale cheeks, fully exposed to Meng Yu’s gaze.
"Ah~ No~ Don’t~"
Luo Xin could feel something wrong under her, arching up in a desperate bid to get away, but Meng Yu pinned her down with one big hand on her back, forcing her to lower herself again, while his other hand slid between his own hips and unfastened his belt, shoving his underwear and pants down in one go, exposing a thick, red, swollen cock.
But Meng Yu didn’t rush right in. Instead, he bent down and pulled off both of Luo Xin’s high heels, tossing them aside.
She’d nearly kicked him with those a few times already—he wasn’t taking the risk that her stiletto heels might crash into his junk.
With that done, Meng Yu finally moved in, satisfied.
Because Luo Xin’s legs were still trapped together by the leather dress, Meng Yu had to straddle her legs, spreading his own apart to lock her in between, then clamped his thighs tightly to trap her legs in place.
He was making damn sure Luo Xin couldn’t kick at his crotch now.
He gripped his cock, veins bulging, and guided it between Luo Xin’s legs.
Luo Xin seemed to have lost her strength from struggling, or maybe she was just dead inside now, but either way, she didn’t fight too hard this time, and Meng Yu had no trouble pressing his cock up to her soaked entrance.
Her thighs were clamped tight, not even a sliver of space, but after a minute of effort, Meng Yu pried those soft lips open and forced the head of his cock inside.
"Fuck, you’re tight!"
Feeling her pussy squeezing him like crazy, Meng Yu couldn’t help but groan.
His words set Luo Xin off; she snapped back, "Shut up! If you’re gonna do it, just fucking do it. Stop dragging it out."
"Ha—"
Ignoring her, Meng Yu just snorted, then quipped, "Guess you haven’t been opened up nearly enough."
"If you’re not gonna do it, get off me!"
Hearing Meng Yu’s filthy insults, Luo Xin couldn’t take it. She started struggling again.
Seeing this, Meng Yu grabbed her waist with both hands and yanked her back hard, thrusting forward at the same time.
"Ah~"
His cock rammed in to the hilt, the head buried deep against that soft inner flesh, making Luo Xin throw back her head, hair flying, and cry out in a mix of pain and something more—hard to tell if it hurt or if she wanted it.
"You’re already this wet inside, and still trying to act tough?"
Meng Yu said, giving her ass a hard slap as he shoved it higher, then locked his hands on her waist and started pounding into her with deep, forceful thrusts.