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Making it to the party was a lot easier than Jinshi made it seem.
He fussed over the car they were taking, claimed he left something in the house, and lied about the time on his watch. Suiren, politely, reminded him of his priorities and shut down each and every childish complaint he’d come up with until they got to the car. And just as a precaution, Basen was sent back to the house to get between them if necessary.
Basen opened the door for Maomao, then Jinshi, then got in to sit between them.
Despite the extra room in the backseat, the car ride was still awkward. Basen had nothing important to say, Suiren wouldn’t turn on the radio, and Jinshi was…
Well, he was being a brat. Pouting, slouching with his legs spread, and staring out the window—all things quite unbecoming of a man his age. Suiren already scolded him once, but he’d started it again. Knowing him, he was probably upset that his plan to bed her was stopped. He was probably daydreaming about what could have happened. She had some ideas herself.
She would be open to returning once the party was over, as long as he didn’t try any of his nonsense again. She could already see herself being pressed into the mattress, with her body being rocked at a quick pace. She could hear the sound of skin hitting wet skin. She could feel his hands grabbing her by her chest or her legs.
When her mind wandered to the sensation of his tongue sliding between her folds, she shivered and shook her head.
“Are you alright, Xiaomao?” Suiren asked through her speaker.
Maomao shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Yes ma’am.”
Glancing over at Jinshi, his pout had changed into a smile. His eyes were closed, and his fingers were tapping on his thigh.
Pervert. She turned her head to look out the window. She chased out any other thoughts of sleeping with him and spun her ring around her finger.
The servants at his house made her look nice, and even used decent make-up to cover any blemishes that Jinshi left her with from their romp in the car.
She suppressed another shudder and pulled her shawl around her more. It was a feat in and of itself with how quickly a matching set of clothes was found, cleaned, and laid out for them after they washed up. No doubt Suiren had handled most of it, but still.
Somehow, they’d accomplished making Jinshi look even more regal than his previous outfit, and they’d matched her dress and shawl with his suit almost perfectly. Night-time colors with faint sequins. They were sure to draw attention, since it was a party and not a ball . W ith that in mind, she wondered about being shown as a soon-to-be wife of Jinshi. She looked like she belonged to him.
It was hard to figure out exactly why it made her a little… queasy.
So many other people adored him and would kill to be in her place. This fake social contract might have put her life at risk if she wasn’t going to be accompanied throughout the whole event. Jinshi must have known that, though, since he did assign her a chaperone. He liked to kill two birds with a single stone.
Maomao looked down at her ring, wondering how to save herself from any potential trouble—starting with the thought that she could take it off when he couldn’t see her. It would only be temporary… but she could go up to him directly if an issue did arrive.
“How much time is left in the event?” Jinshi spoke up, interrupting Maomao's train of thought.
Suiren, their wonderful chauffeur, peeked to see them in the back seat. “Enough for you to look fashionably late at worst.”
Ah, yes. Since that’s the excuse they were going with. Beauty may come naturally to the nymph that went by ‘Jinshi’, but it did nothing when it came to dressing himself.
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They arrived at a decent time despite Jinshi’s stalling. Both him and Maomao were ushered out of the car by Basen, and then quickly fussed over by Suiren.
“Oh, you both look so darling.” Suiren clasped her hands over her mouth. She looked just like Meimei always did after dressing Maomao up. The woman could have been close to tears.
Suiren made them pose by some flowered bushes and ‘look cute’ while she took a picture.
It turned into several pictures very quickly.
Jinshi was holding her hand and smiling wide. A disingenuous one at first, but after the third photo, he looked as happy as a puppy.
He was leaning on her, holding his arm around her waist, and at one point, Suiren made them pose holding hands and kicking one foot up.
It was so cheesy… the whole time, Maomao wasn’t sure what kind of face she was making. She knew how to smile for photos, but the way Jinshi was smiling back at her made her think that she wasn’t making an appropriate face for pictures like these.
Maomao griped to herself internally while Suiren sent them off with kisses on the cheeks and shoves on the back.
It was an office party. Not a school dance. Even if it was extravagant.
The venue was large, as expected. The big glass doors opened into a giant hallway decorated with a stunning red carpet, beautiful lighting, and pots with tall flowers spotted along the walls.
It was a little intimidating walking down the hall while holding Jinshi’s arm. He’d insisted that it would help with appearances and the ‘role’ they were playing.
Nobody really cared though. They were too busy looking at him or their scary guard behind him. Maomao was practically invisible to these people.
She thought it was better that way.
They made it to the main hall where mostly everyone was gathered. At that point, Maomao was handed off to Basen, who gave her further instructions. Of course, not before Jinshi came trotting back red in the face, all to press a swift kiss on her cheek.
Basen ended up having to repeat himself, since Maomao went deaf for the whole minute he went over their objective.
All she had to do was introduce herself, and essentially interrogate whoever looked like they could financially ruin the company. Basen told her that she needed to take care in not provoking anyone—as if she did things like that on purpose.
Maomao looked back at Jinshi and his audience. A number of people were trying to talk to him at once. And Jinshi, with all the elegance and grace in the world, soothed the crowd’s frenzy merely by responding. Everyone had shut up just to hear the man speak.
“Come on,” said Basen, who nudged her to start walking.
They went deeper into the main hall. The people they spoke with were mainly looking to collaborate with the company to boost profits. Some potential partners sounded like they wanted to unload heavier work off their shoulders. The rest of them had genuine interest in a partnership, or a sponsorship. Very few sounded to have misguided or ill intent. Maybe Basen’s presence was scaring them into lying to save themselves from a broken bone… or three.
Even with learning that information, she still needed more information from these people to do her job. Which she still thought could have been done without her attendance. Digging up info on people was a walk in the park with the company’s resources. All she really needed were names, appearances, and some unique identifications. She could have taken her computer home and slept afterwards.
Jinshi must have invited her so she could put names to faces a bit easier. Unfortunately for his kind mind, Maomao didn’t remember names of people well. Faces were easier, but there were a lot of people here, and even if she had a list of names, she wouldn’t be able to match them. It was a lost cause.
She’ll just have to work later tonight to complete her task.
A waiter walked past her carrying a tray of wine glasses. Maomao's nose, picking up on the scent of perfectly dry wine, started to follow them. The waiter led her all the way to another room with fewer guests, but there was a table full of food.
Where had Basen gone? She looked around. Tapping her chin, she wondered if she should have studied the venue layout more carefully.
Another waiter with a different beverage walked by this time, and even stopped to offer her a glass. Hopelessly parched, Maomao took a glass and thanked the waiter. It was a habit for her to check drinks for tampering, and everything checked out fine. Maybe she downed the whole glass too eagerly, but she didn’t care. She was planning on chasing down that waiter.
“Hold it!” a small hand snatched her by the arm.
A little more than peeved, she turned around to see who had stopped her.
“You walk in here, gulp down a glass of champagne, then try to run off without greeting anyone!” Lahan, of all people, had stopped to lecture her. “I think they had too much faith in your ability to not draw attention.”
Maomao tugged her arm away from him, then dipped her head to him. He shuffled his feet away when she didn’t stand up immediately. Maomao lifted her head with a smirk, glad to see he’s learned to keep his distance. Behind him came Rikuson, dressed just as nicely. Maybe more.
The reddish-brown of his suit complimented his complexion. It was a good color on him . It also seemed to match Lahan’s suit very well. She could assume they planned to match.
“I’m glad you didn’t bail on the party,” said Rikuson. He had on his most gentlemanly smile. “Lahan said there was a good chance you’d weasel your way out of coming.”
“I was hoping you would take pity on Father and join him for dinner tonight.”
Maomao narrowed her eyes. “Why didn’t you two go with him, then?”
Rikuson pretended to look elsewhere, and Lahan tripped over his words for an excuse. How funny that these two who bothered her about this dinner, didn’t bother to go themselves.
“We convinced him to postpone the dinner to a later date, whenever you’d be willing.” Lahan adjusted his glasses and folded an arm behind his back.
“Try never.”
Rikuson looked down at Lahan, then cleared his throat and changed the subject, “Anyways, we wanted to give our congrats on your engagement.”
Maomao almost choked on air.
“We know ‘The Prince’ had his eye on you for quite a while now. I’m surprised you agreed to marry him.”
“... Yeah…” was all Maomao said in response.
“Yes, yes. Quite the feat indeed, scoring such a lovely partner.” Lahan’s tone was bitter, and earned him a nudge from Rikuson. “But you’re one lucky lady.”
“And your ring is gorgeous. It’s a little dark, I’d say, but it goes with your dress very nicely.”
“Hmmm…” Lahan peered closer. “I don’t think so. With the dress, maybe, but with Maomao? Ehhh.” He waved his hand in a so-so motion. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to take offense to his comment, but she did.
“Would you mind if we took a closer look?” Rikuson flashed her another kind smile.
A numbers guy like Lahan would totally be able to tell that this ring was not meant for more than show. Jinshi said it himself, it's just a prop. Instinctively, Maomao hid the ring from view. She would rather just take it off after the party and give it back, like Jinshi said she could.
“No.” She stared at them both.
“Wh- no? Dearest sister, I’m not so jealous that I’d steal it from you. I have my own ring, see?” He held out his hand. His ring was flat, but still very beautiful and intricate. He probably picked it out himself.
“I don’t care.”
“You’re impossible!”
Rikuson put his hand over his heart. “We won’t touch it, we promise.”
Maomao clenched her teeth, but gave in and showed off her ring. Both of them craned forward to get a better look. Lahan lifted up his glasses, and Rikuson stood somewhat above him.
Honestly, the two couldn’t look more like a pair of birds. They were definitely made for each other.
“High quality. Can’t expect anything different from a man like your fiancé,” Rikuson commented.
Maomao grunted noncommittally.
“I still think something else would suit you better. I might have to put in a word to this fiancé of yours.” Lahan fixed his glasses. “By all means, it’s beautiful, however it seems very low priced for him to purchase. I could have bought this ring.”
That doesn’t make me feel better. Maomao felt herself pouting.
“There, there, Little Sister. I am only looking out for y—OUCH!”
Could anyone really blame her? He was being so patronizing.
“I’ll never know what he sees in you that couldn’t also be seen in me , ” Lahan muttered, coddling his injured foot. The tears in his eyes just made him look pathetic.
“You have plenty of wonderful qualities. The boss’s brother just prefers different company.” Rikuson smiled gently and steered Lahan away. He was courteous enough to wave his goodbye before leaving entirely.
Good . She also waved, if only to be polite.
She looked down at her ring while slowly turning it around her finger . She knew the ring wasn’t going to have millions poured into it. Still, why was there a sinking feeling in her stomach…
Why did he feel the need to be so dramatic earlier? Couldn’t he have just given me the ring casually? I’d gotten all bent out of shape for no reason.
It was unlike him to lowball such a thing. He could have told her the ring’s real price, instead of pretending it was cheaply made but deceptively pretty.
“Hey!” Someone else ruined her thinking with an awfully angry yell. Heavy footsteps came up behind her, and she turned around. “Where have you been!?”
Oh, right. Maomao looked up at Basen.
“Our orders are to talk to as many people as possible. We can’t do that if—”
“Take it easy, Basen , ” a n angel’s voice politely interrupted him, and there was a hand softly placed on her shoulder.
A lecture from Basen usually ended in her getting dragged away and having to pop her shoulder back in place later. She was glad that wasn’t going to happen now .
“Maybe she just needed a little space ,” t he voice, belonging to her fiancé excused her.
“But sir—”
“I’ll be borrowing her, anyways.” Jinshi stepped next to Basen and placed an arm around his shoulder. Though, he wasn't so slick that Maomao couldn’t see him drop the thornapple pin into Basen's hand. “Take over for me, okay?”
Basen nodded, now suddenly resolved with this new task. “Yes sir.”
There was also a good chance he was relieved to not have to babysit Maomao anymore.
What an obedient man, Maomao thought as Jinshi guided her away with a hand on the small of her back. She only let him keep his hand there until no one else could see them. At which point, his hand moved lower. So, reasonably, she pushed it back up.
Jinshi chuckled and let go of her entirely. He had led them to what seemed like a conversational seating area. There were a sparse number of soft chairs and short tables to sit at. The table a little off from the center of the room, surrounded by two loveseats and a couple chairs, already had a bottle of wine atop it.
What? Is he meeting someone here? Is it that Gyoku’ou man?
Maomao followed him to the loveseat, and then turned her back to him to get a closer look at the wine. It looked expensive. She wanted to pop it open and appraise it properly, but–
“Maomao. Come sit.” He spoke behind her.
With a sigh, she looked at the chair next to him. But, before she could sit down, he grabbed her hand and gave her his best puppy eyes.
He wants me to sit on his lap?
Her mind decided then to remind her of how she was sitting on his lap in his car. She peeked to make sure she wouldn’t stir up trouble by sitting on him, then she sat down on his thigh with her back facing the hallway . She raised her eyebrows at him and asked him if he was happy now.
Jinshi continued to smile at her, then took hold of both of her hands gently in his own. The sappy look in his eye ratted him out to her. She felt her neck heat up just as he lifted her hands to his face .
Here?! Where no one is watching?!
He kissed her knuckles like he had already many times tonight.
“How are you feeling?” He set her hands down and rested his elbow on the arm of the chair . Honestly, she could see the fatigue all over his face. Had he brought her here just so he could do away with the sparkle for a moment? Who was he entertaining that drained him so much?
“You look tired,” Maomao said. Jinshi’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t stop smiling.
“I asked how you were feeling.” His finger poked her in the back. “You were walking funny on our way into the house. Miss Chue said you seemed sleepy, too. Do you want to go home early?”
“We have a job to do, as I understand it.”
He pursed his lips, then relaxed into the chair. “I forgot how much you hate to answer questions about yourself,” he sighed. “If you’re tired, I can arrange a ride for us.”
“Us?”
“I can’t let my fiancée go home by herself, can I? ” He smirked. “Someone might try to step in and fix a problem that wasn’t there to begin with.”
What was he talking about? Who in their right mind would go after her? Or did he mean someone would approach him? Both scenarios were ridiculous. Unless, maybe stepping between this faux engagement was a potential publicity stunt.
Heavens above, she didn’t want to be involved in anything of the sort. The gossip was already buzzing that Jinshi was engaged, she didn’t need the press bugging her for details about some… affair.
It was, however, the perfect plot to hurt Jinshi’s reputation. She wondered who might take advantage of that…
“You’re thinking too hard about it.” He deadpanned.
Maomao didn’t agree, but she also didn’t argue. She folded her hands on her lap and rested her head on his shoulder . “Today has kept me on my toes.”
“Hmm? Is that right?”
“That man kept trying to invite me to dinner today.”
“The strategist? Well, he wasn’t invited to the party. I assume he wanted to keep you out of it, too.”
Couldn’t he have just gone to dinner with his wife? That would have been simpler.
“I don’t think he meant any harm, though.” Jinshi had busied himself with twirling his finger in her loose hair.
Maomao hummed indifferently. She wanted to change the subject. “What did you bring me here for?” She turned her head to check the hallway for any surprise guests.
His hand cradled her hip.
“I just wanted to recharge.” He dragged his fingers up her side. “That son of Gyokuen really is something else. I worry he’ll sink his father’s ship and somehow take us down with it. All over a rivalry with a competitor.”
That explains the exhausted look on his face.
Maomao moved to face him more, and studied the weariness under his eyes.
I don’t think any bags will form. None that are noticeable. He’s too young for that.
She rubbed her thumb over the scar on his cheek.
Should I let him go home so he’s not pushing himself too hard?
The concern was followed by a more realistic thought: if they went home now, they would be up too far into the morning. That is, if the hand stroking her thigh had any input.
Was he aroused? Over what? Her sitting on his lap?
Ridiculous .
Still, she found herself unable to pull away. Her other hand cupped his cheek and her thumb swiped some glitter off his face .
His cheekbones are awfully sculpted.
Maybe that would distract from how tired he looked. Or he could turn the sparkle up to eleven. There was no guarantee there wouldn’t be casualties, though.
She leaned in to get a better idea of the skin care routine he’d need to better preserve his beauty.
Upon closer inspection, his lips were extra soft tonight. The right amount of balm had been applied to them, it seemed. It was hard to tell just by looking, since they were so perfect in size and shape already. Feeling it for herself, though, she could tell the people that dressed him tonight were very presumptuous of how the night would end.
After she pulled away, she saw l ipstick was smudged over his bottom lip. Just enough to be noticeable.
Maomao kissed her teeth and licked her thumb to wipe it off, but Jinshi—the young devil he could be—licked her thumb in the process.
There was already a fire in his eyes.
She removed her hand from where it had wandered to his collar and cleared her throat.
“Your kiss is extra sweet,” he said with a hint of amusement. “Was I good today?”
What was he saying?!
“You had something on your face .” S he forced herself to not break eye contact, even as he leaned forward. He was licking his lips again… “The balm won’t stick if you keep doing that.”
“No?” He rubbed her thigh, pushing up the fabric to reveal her skin and a garter belt that matched her dress.
“Hey.” She tilted his head up so he wouldn’t get any ideas, and she was met with dark eyes blazing with desire. All over a single kiss… this man was hopeless.
“No one will notice a few out of place lipstick smudges, will they?”
She was going to reply with something witty, but her brain wasn’t cooperating.
His hand got more adventurous. He squeezed her thigh the longer she held him back. His other hand, around her torso, eased her closer so he could breathe against her lips. She didn’t deny him a kiss or two. As long as he didn’t get too riled up. But when her hand checked for an erection, he shivered.
It had been over before they started.
He flipped up the skirt of her dress and his fingers slotted themselves between her legs. He bit her lip to pull her into another kiss and curled his fingers against her underwear.
“Did they put you in lingerie?” H is voice came out in a rumble. She got a chill just from the sound of it.
“You left my underwear in your car.”
“You have regular underwear in my room, you know.”
“You know that—mmh—if I went in there, I’d never come out.”
“I wouldn’t hold you hostage,” he snickered.
“I didn’t say that you would.”
She wished he wouldn’t smile so hard while kissing her. It was rubbing off on her.
He spread her legs and rubbed lower on her center. His tongue snuck its way past her teeth and into her mouth.
The situation was escalating too fast. They were bound to get caught. His fingers got ambitious with their dancing over her panties. She squirmed in his lap, feeling every flick against her clit even if it was dulled by fabric. If anyone saw how wrinkled his lapels were, she’d get blamed for sure. It wasn’t her fault she didn't have anything to hang onto.
She swung an arm over his shoulders to keep herself upright while he kissed her jaw.
“You covered it up.” He rubbed at her neck where her hickey was hidden.
“I have to retain some of my dignity, you know.”
His fingers wiggled their way into her underwear.
“Oh, but you’re wet anyways,” he purred, now rubbing her arm and giving her goosebumps.
“That’s your fault.”
He scoffed playfully. “I’ve barely done anything.”
He went on to coat her clit in her own juices, then spin circles over it with two of his lawless fingers.
Cornered by his kiss and the way he was playing with her button, Maomao knew there would be a mess before long. He was practically wearing her lipstick at this point, and it wasn’t so subtle that it wouldn’t be noticed on him .
She was doing a damn good job of not making much sound. If they got caught, it wouldn’t be because of her.
His finger dipped into her entrance, and he licked her jaw.
“You’re going to make a mess. I don’t want to have to get changed again,” she warned him breathlessly. Her lips tingled in his absence, but he was panting in her face now.
Thankfully, her warning made him draw back. His fingers were undoubtedly wet from touching her. She had to check to make sure no one was watching them—
“Wha-?” she was hoisted over his shoulder all of a sudden. “Where are you going?”
He didn’t answer. All she knew was that they went across the room and through a doorway. He set her down and she took a brief view of her surroundings before he shut the door.
Empty. Cramped. A little stuffy? There was a rack overhead… an unused closet perhaps?
She watched—more-so felt —Jinshi pull her underwear down until he could let it fall to her ankles. His wet fingers wiggled their way back into her hole, and she grabbed his sleeve to keep her balance.
“Nnnh…” she clung to his jacket and lifted her leg up to his thigh in reflex.
He caught her by the thigh and pressed her back against the wall. He kissed her with a sloppy, hungry passion and started pumping his fingers into her. Her eyes fluttered and s he raked her nails along the wall to spare his suit from further damage. The only reason she hadn’t collapsed was because he was holding her so tightly.
The closet was already too hot. He was making it hard for her to breathe properly. Especially when he would curl his fingers inside her, right against the spot that made her buck into his touch.
He broke the kiss and rumbled out a sigh.
“She yelled at me for fucking you before the party,” he muttered, moving her so he could finger her faster, making her gasp. “But she let them dress you up like this, knowing what it would do to me.”
“J-Jinshi…”
He was panting in her ear. She just knew he was suffering in his pants.
It was a struggle to feel the knob for some kind of lock through the steady waves of pleasure. She was praying that it might just be small, or complex, but as it turns out, there was no lock. It left her hoping no one would stumble upon them.
Right after that thought, she succumbed to a deep moan forcing its way out.
“I swear, she keeps setting me up,” he seemed to mutter to himself. He pulled his fingers out, held her thigh to the side, and thrust his groin against her once.
The impact sent a shock rippling through her body. It was a miracle she didn’t climax at that moment.
“I just want to have you tonight.”
“The party is almost over.” She tried to reason with him, even though logic and reasoning was starting to come in second place for her too. He sounded so sad, after all.
“I need you, though.”
He put both of his hands on her ass and thrust into her again. It took everything left inside of her not to moan again. Only of course, for him to thrust again when she had little to no resolve left.
Before he could succeed again, she shoved her hands between them to fumble with his belt. He thankfully let go of her leg and let her stand, but she had to resist his mindless grinding on her front all the while.
His belt finally came undone, and she nearly tore the zipper off his pants. He was no help at all when she cupped his erection to ease it from its confines. He kept humping her hand and grunting like he had no idea what she was trying to accomplish.
Maomao didn’t stop him. Rather, the way he was humping her palm was a little hypnotizing. Her hand stayed there until he moved it himself.
“We can’t go all the way.” She looked up toward his face. He was hard to see in the dark, but her eyes adjusted enough that she saw displeasure on his face.
“You want to torture me, too?”
She shook her head. “It will save us the embarrassment,” she started, but he already hoisted her up.
Her legs had no room to wrap around his waist , so she ended up kicking the door . His pants and belt hit the floor. They were making far too much noise in this little closet!
“I-it’s better if we don’t make a mess,” s he stammered. His hard-on is pressing right against her lips, and it’s stupidly distracting.
He grumbled something but eventually agreed.
She doesn’t know why she was expecting him to take it easy. Jinshi was a sensible man, sure, but not when he was so desperate and horny.
Maomao choked out a gasp when he thrust against her the first time, then tightly shut her lips for every thrust that followed. His panting was out of time with his movements, and soon he was holding his breath or huffing and groaning behind his teeth. A single step forward and he trapped her body against the wall. His rumbling was louder than hers, so she was fine letting it slip out.
He pulled her in close and ground their hips together. She reached for his face and guided him toward her lips until he was holding her with one hand and holding himself upright with the other.
Kissing him was the only way she could think to sedate him at this moment. It worked for all of a couple seconds. Then he was back to mindlessly humping her like a horny dog. Not only was it going to get them caught, but she was slipping into a similar state of mind. With how his hands were holding her, she wanted to tell him to take off his underwear and just take her here. It would be an almost perfect reward to feel his cock sliding in and out of her.
He picked up on that well enough, too. He changed course to target right where it felt best for her . He must have relieved enough of his stress to think clearly. If only thinking clearly didn’t mean trying to make her ruin their backup outfits…
Their kiss broke just long enough for her to take a gulp of air. Another moan escaped between them, and she heard one of her shoes hit the floor.
Maomao pushed off the wall to get her hips closer, or match his rhythm even a little bit..
This closet was way too small.
Way too hot.
Her vision was getting blurry as pleasure rose higher and higher.
His underwear was soaked already, either because of her or because of him. She felt every throb of his cock and she wanted more . The friction was working too well. She grabbed a fistful of his shirt collar and shoved him back. Spit fell off their lips and he growled at her.
He was to blame for the fire under her skin and the pressure in her hips. He had no right to growl at her.
Her brows pinched together and she bit her lip. He practically whimpered in her face to beg for another kiss. Too bad for him that she lost against her urges, and was moaning right from the chest.
He made her let go of his shirt and trapped her against the wall. Two sloppy kisses landed on her jaw, and then he was grinding into her right where she needed it. She groaned and hung onto his back. Her hands trembled and couldn’t do more than squeeze his shoulder blades. Her breathing was positively shattered, and hopelessly uneven
Logic urged her to just let this run its course. They’d already come so far. It would be cruel to stop now. But, it was fittingly cruel to serve as an additional punishment, since her earlier attempt failed.
It was hard, but she wriggled enough to get him to let her go completely. Her feet hit the floor—she had no idea when her other shoe came off—and she stumbled immediately. The world was spinning and she couldn’t even stand up straight. Meanwhile Jinshi was already regaining his composure.
She wanted to hit him.
Every inch of her body craved orgasm so desperately, she was afraid that if she moved, she would cum then and there. So she just held onto his arms, and breathed.
“Are you alright?” Jinshi’s voice was quiet to her.
Maomao shivered, took a breath, then nodded.
“How close were you?”
She inhaled slowly. Answering that question would guarantee a mess. She didn’t want that while they were still at the party.
He accepted her lack of response and kissed her cheek softly.
“When we get home, can I cum in you again?” he begged, almost sadly.
She had to calm herself down fast . “What time is it?”
He let her stand on shaky legs and tapped on his watch. “Almost midnight.”
I’m not going to get enough sleep for work tomorrow…
“Did you finish?” she asked, knowing he didn’t. He wouldn’t have stopped if he did.
“Not yet. But can I—”
“I’ll decide on the way back. You have to say goodbye to everyone.” She pushed the door open and left it cracked to let some light in . That didn’t stop him from stealing a kiss and groping her more, though. As if she needed to be persuaded.
She bent down in the tight space to pick up his pants then put her underwear and shoes back on. Ignoring his dick during that was unbelievably difficult.
She waited for him to secure his belt before ushering him out the door.
Stepping into the light of the hallway felt like returning to the real world. They had maybe ten seconds to regain any lost composure and tact before rejoining society.
Luckily, society was already bustling and wouldn’t notice their disheveled state. A small crowd of people rushed toward the main hall, half shouting orders to each other.
Blinking herself fully into reality, Maomao recognized the flashing lights through the windows and uniforms of paramedics. Curious, she stepped to follow them, but a firm hand on her shoulder kept her from doing so.
She looked back to see Jinshi shaking his head at her. What did he know that she didn’t? More importantly, his belt was still undone. She decided to ignore whatever might have happened in the main hall just to fix his outfit. Besides the belt, he was unkempt in other places. Her fingers ghosted over the bulge in his pants briefly, and she sorted through her thoughts to figure out how to handle that.
Then, like the forces of fate were at work, Basen and Miss Chue came from the main hall and told them it was time to leave, and that everyone else went home early.
Basen looked a little confused, but what was new about that…
Miss Chue, well, who could really say. She seemed to live in the know, whether or not she was involved. She steered them away from the commotion, chattering the whole time.
Once in the car stationed out back, different from the one they arrived in, Jinshi and Maomao sat in near silence. Two things hung over their heads at that moment, but she was deeply interested in what had happened in the main hall.
Miss Chue wasn’t answering any questions with answers, though. In fact, it felt like she was determined to get Maomao to let it go.
“Miss Chue is awfully curious as to why the couple of the hour wasn’t with the rest of the guests. I heard you were missing for a whiiile!”
Jinshi cleared his throat and Maomao stared out the window. Of course the subject would change to focus on them.
Jinshi spoke up when the silence dragged on. “Maomao was briefing me on some of the interviews she’d done with Basen.”
“Reallyyy? So my little brother-in-law was lying when he said Miss Maomao was hardly paying attention the whole time?” There was more amusement in her voice than usual. And, with that, Jinshi was giving Maomao a look. A knowing, yet disappointed look.
Maomao frowned and slouched in her seat. Chue didn’t need to snitch.
“You’re lucky no one was able to see how much of a mess you two look. I can’t say I’ve ever seen Miss Maomao look so flustered.”
How unnecessary!
“And I don’t think an empty closet is an appropriate place for any type of shenanigans. Just some adviceee. Miss Chue has been through it all, you know!” She wrapped up her ‘advice’ with a loud cackle.
Maomao wanted to crawl between the seats. Chue did a wonderful job of making fun of whoever she could. It was on par with the teasing Maomao would get from her sisters. Jinshi, on the other hand, was laughing to himself.
A laugh that meant that a closet was not the worst place he’d fooled around in. He didn’t need to be so obvious!
Finally, they arrived to Jinshi’s manor gate. Miss Chue practically kicked them out of the car and stuffed their belongings into their arms before speeding off. Maomao couldn’t believe they let such a speed demon own a license. Or that they made it to the manor in one piece.
“What were you doing in a closet?” She heard Basen whisper to Jinshi, who promptly went from simply pressing, to incessantly spamming the doorbell until the gate opened.
Walking through the front door made her realize how tired she really was. A lot of the excitement from seeing EMS at the venue had smothered the lust from earlier. That and the boring interviews that came after her unsuccessful revenge plot. She would sleep in this dress if she didn’t have any respect for Suiren and Jinshi’s servants.
Although, the way Jinshi took her hand and led them away from Basen towards the elevator… it was starting to reignite the feeling in her belly.
She could only imagine how she was going to feel when she woke up in the morning… or… whenever she woke up tomorrow. She looked up at him in the elevator. He had a joyful smile on his face. He was definitely excited.
He held her hand all the way to his room. He even stopped to tell one of the servants that he didn’t want to be bothered until late afternoon.
Seriously, what was going on in his head? Suiren would never allow that.
He opened the door to his room and let her inside first. Then he shut and locked the door behind him.
“Do you need help undressing?” He basically sang to her.
“I can do it,” Maomao sighed, untying her shawl and leaving it on the edge of his bed. “You might as well start the shower or run a bath for us. I’m tired of being sweaty.”
His arms wrapped around her waist. They were bare, so she could assume he was already stark naked. He took hold of her ringed hand and started to slide it off her finger.
“What are you doing?” She closed her fist.
“I don’t want it to get lost.” He pouted, forcing her hand open and stealing the ring off her finger.
“It’s not going to get lost…” She watched him set both rings on his nightstand. “Jinshi,”
“Have you made your decision?” He had his hands on his hips, still pouting.
Maomao sighed and took off her dress. She shouldn’t have been surprised to see the bulge in his underwear. Really, she shouldn’t have. She folded the dress and set it on top of the shawl, then s he crawled onto the bed and over to him.
“On one condition.”
“I’m listening.” He put his hands on the bed to get in her face.
Maomao pushed his hair behind his shoulders, then held it in a loose ponytail. “I want to wash first.”
He scooped her into his arms again and wrapped her legs around his back. “Can I have you in the shower?”
“Not until I’ve washed, I said.”
Jinshi gave her a dopey smile and carried her to the bathroom.
He shut the door behind him, and Maomao kissed a full night’s sleep goodbye.