Chapter 620: 417.
He Xi Intercontinental, Room 3210.
As times progressed and lives became more prosperous, ordinary citizens of He Xi City began to understand that even five-star hotels are rated differently. For example, the state-run Wannian Hotel, not far from the Kongjiang Water Base, is also considered a five-star hotel from a rating perspective, but compared to the He Xi Intercontinental, just the room rates are incomparable.
In the eyes of most citizens of He Xi City, the most "luxurious" star-rated hotel, without a doubt, is the He Xi Intercontinental Hotel, located on the westernmost side of the TopFun urban skyline. This is one of the symbols of He Xi, the first choice for well-known and successful individuals traveling to He Xi. In recent years, a trend has emerged among He Xi’s middle-class citizens: husbands occasionally indulge by booking a room at the Intercontinental to celebrate their wedding anniversary with their wives. This is how those well-off families use occasional lavish spending to commemorate their happy, fulfilling marriage or, one could say, certify that their lifestyle is slightly superior to that of the working class.
Starting from 1800 yuan per night, even more expensive on higher floors, standard rooms beginning at 55 square meters, suites starting at 80 square meters, a 48th-floor rooftop swimming pool, luxurious Italian Frette beddings, exquisite Michelin chef dishes, considerate and courteous international hotel services, and a 300-meter-high view over Xiyue Lake in the most bustling part of He Xi—all these romantic luxury and resplendent elegance constitute the "international flair" brand positioning of the He Xi Intercontinental.
However, typically, Ishikawa Yue would not book a room here.
He has his own apartment in He Xi, and if he occasionally needs to show off or requires a romantic atmosphere, venues like the Xiangchuan Center, MissPanda, or Noo would better suit his taste. Those places are much quieter, much more private, unlike the crowded He Xi Intercontinental, full of prying eyes.
But today, he seemed unable to resist Chen Ying’s timid yet cunning "coquettish plea": "I’ve never even been to the Intercontinental for a look... could you... take me to see it?" Inexplicably excited, he brought Chen Ying here and booked a room.
This was indeed a bit strange. As to what his relationship with Chen Ying was, even Ishikawa Yue himself was confused. Logically, Chen Ying was a girl who accidentally discovered his secret and was merely an object he controlled through rape, a victim of humiliation and coercion. He should be using violence, power, nude photos, or the like to coerce this girl into accepting his abuse and humiliation whenever he needed to satisfy his desires... But this girl seemed unwilling to be confined to such a relationship and seemed to fear that she would lose his favor, unexpectedly coming to find him of her own accord, coquettishly acting like a spoiled girlfriend, yet offering herself like a docile little sex slave for his abuse.
And now, this tall girl, like a model and a basketball player, had just finished bathing.
Under the vast starlit sky outside the glass curtain wall, her fair and flawless body was wrapped only in a snow-white towel, barely covering, yet also accentuating, the curves of the young girl’s form from neckline to buttocks. She tied her silky hair into a bun with a rubber band, and droplets of water, not yet completely dried, clung to the skin of her cheeks, shoulders, arms, and thighs, exuding the fresh scent of shower gel... and the girl’s own fragrance. She knelt there, on her knees, between his legs, allowing him to survey the secrets beneath her towel from his commanding vantage. With her warm hands, she carefully cradled his testicles, while his erect, rod-like penis moved in and out of her moist, delectable yet somewhat inexperienced mouth, her dainty lilac tongue flicking over the urethral opening and glans.
Ishikawa Yue truly felt a deep enjoyment. Even just from a technical standpoint, Chen Ying fascinated him; clearly, she was a virgin whose chastity he forcefully took, yet she seemed to possess some innate skill in enticing and serving men. At least, from her rhythm and motions, she did not seem like an inexperienced, naive girl but rather one with some experience in the pleasure industry, albeit not very seasoned. The most enchanting thing was her mixture of allure and purity, wrapped in a guise of flattery and submission... even her cries during his penetration had a deceitful quality.
She kneeled there, diligently servicing him. Like a lover filled with affection, or a docile, timid sex slave, using the clean and tender mouth of a girl to serve his most fierce and filthy member, intending to make him hungry, satisfied, hard, impulsive, ready to enter her body and subject her to thorough ravishment and violation... This kneeling fellatio possessed a unique pleasure of conquest and subservience, bringing the utmost satisfaction to a man. Sucking, licking, rubbing, grinding, meticulously detailed and tenderly intimate, accompanied by whimpers yet unable to conceal the humiliation and distress... Look, there were even tears in the corners of her eyes.
This kneeling stance was a display of submission. Except for that towel, she was essentially naked, kneeling and bowing her head as she gave him a blowjob. From his height, he could freely admire all her curves. Her shoulders, her waist, her breasts, her buttocks... even the inevitable movement of her buttocks as she stirred. From those two white pieces of flesh, the small forest that could not be hidden, and the two curved lines of flesh.
Heavy breathing, trying to delay the impulse to ejaculate... Looking at the chair beside me, there are all the clothes I’ve just stripped off Chen Ying while caressing her: a T-shirt, jeans, a belt, a red lace bra, and red lace low-rise panties... Although I personally took this girl’s virginity, she is hardly innocent. She understands seduction, at least she doesn’t need to be taught like Xu Shasha... She always wears matching lingerie and understands the seductive allure of a woman’s body paired with lingerie. She even hinted that she wanted me to gift her the set she was wearing today, expensive Vivica lingerie. Chuan Yue understands that this isn’t mere material demand; it’s a statement. When a woman asks a man to buy her lingerie, it’s a coquettish plea and also a submissive demand, symbolizing the offering of all her private parts, meaning I can adorn her most intimate areas as if she were a doll. Spending money like this truly satisfies Chuan Yue... Even just now, as I undressed her, holding her in only lingerie, her moans, the twisting of her waist, her slight resistance, combined with the red shadows above and below, accentuating the girl’s most private curves, allowed Chuan Yue to enjoy caressing, kissing, and playing with her for quite a while. Through the bra, he made her breasts completely red, through the panties, he thoroughly wet her vagina.
Ishikawa Yue doesn’t believe he is some charming prince that can make girls lose their reason, nor does he believe in the absurd old trope of "losing virginity and then the heart follows." He can clearly feel that all of this... Chen Ying obviously has an agenda, deliberately trying to please and cater to him. But he doesn’t mind, or rather, he appreciates this point. Want money? Want survival? Want to save your dad? Even if it’s... revenge? It’s all possible...
No matter for what reason, this girl is after all still young. Her deliberate pandering is still clumsy... Is she playing the role of an ignorant maiden? A vain student? Or a submissive sex slave? She actually behaves like a kept mistress, asking for money to buy lingerie? Coquettishly asking to be taken to Intercontinental to rent a room? Is this an act?
Or is it real? To Chuan Yue, this is a bit funny and kind of fun... Because no matter what game she’s playing, no matter what her intentions are, regardless of whether these tactics are skilled or naive, there is one thing she always has to face.
That is, she always has to be undressed by him, for him to play with her body...
Yes, to caress, to admire, to kiss, to possess, to violate, to defile, to humiliate, to ravage, to thrust, to pour... She just has to kneel there under the backdrop of city starlight and use her little mouth to serve him, swallowing his manhood with humiliation. She also has to let him fondle her breasts, tease her nipples, and suck on her areolas; he has to caress her buttocks, dig into her butt crack, and tease her anus; she ultimately has to spread her two long legs, letting the most private slit that symbolizes chastity and dignity open obediently; he has to even use his own hands to pry it open with effort... She must welcome his penetration.
No matter what her ultimate goal is, no matter what her intentions are. The union of bodies, man playing with woman. That invasion and occupation... She cannot resist, and must endure it after every act.
In fact, this is her only remaining asset now... and her only chip at present. Since she is willing to hand over these chips, Chuan Yue has no reason to refuse, at least, no reason to avoid. Despite Chuan Yue not quite understanding what kind of reward she seeks to gain with these chips?
He intentionally observed all her reaction details...
Since that time at Hezhu Pier when he violated her, the first time Chen Ying came looking for him, she actually brought a video along. In the video, Chen Ying was naked, striking several lewd poses in front of the camera, smiling inexplicably... Only in a moment of clarity did Chuan Yue understand it was some kind of "token" passed to him. Is she fearing for her life? Seeking security protection? Or is she seriously trying to plunge into his embrace, using him to accomplish some scheme of hers?
The money he gave her, she accepted it all, and very happily too, buying this, buying that... She seriously brought up the matter of that "lifesaving money" deposited with a fake ID several times... She wants to get her hands on that money? Come to terms with her father’s accident and rely on a sum of money to secure her future? It feels like it might be around five or six million... which isn’t a small amount.
Yesterday, he even tentatively mentioned: "The police are looking for your dad... Trying to find him before an arrest warrant is issued. Everyone saves face... Do you want to contact him, persuade him?" He wanted to see her reaction. When Chen Ying expressed not knowing where her dad was, he picked up his phone, half-jokingly said: "A police friend of mine messaged me saying your dad might be living like a wild man in Daluo Mountain..." But this little girl didn’t seem moved...
Somewhat strange... this little girl is somewhat strange.