I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!-Chapter 104: Little Tease From Meilin*

Zhao Yiming, moving with catlike reflexes, rushed to the stove and turned off the burner just as the fire alarm clicked and the sprinklers threatened to activate.

He quickly moved the scorched pan to the counter, his brows twitching at the sight of what used to be dinner.

He sighed. "Well... It’s burnt. Must be the soy sauce." He shrugged casually. "We can still save the ribs!"

Su Meilin burst into laughter. "Are you kidding? This isn’t soy sauce braised pork anymore, this is charcoal!"

"Well," Zhao scratched his cheek awkwardly, "Yanyu said charcoal drinks are popular with teenagers nowadays. So that means it’s healthy, right?"

Meilin laughed even harder, clutching her stomach. "It is! But not like this, you idiot!"

She stepped close and wrapped her arms around his neck, her smile warm and teasing. "Oh, Yiming... why are you so innocent like that? But not in bed?"

He smirked, slipping his hands around her waist. "Men have needs," he said, then leaned in and kissed her neck, drawing a soft giggle from her.

"I guess I still got my five-star dinner," he whispered, then lifted her effortlessly.

She laughed as he carried her into the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. He tossed his apron aside with a grin.

"Now... let’s move on to the main course."

"Yiming, you are my main course," she purred, pushing him down until she was on top—her expression playful and dripping with desire.

He raised an eyebrow. "If it’s like this, maybe I should just bring you to my sex dungeon."

Su Meilin snorted, then laughed. "Nah. Sometimes a girl just wants a little vanilla." She started unbuttoning his shirt one by one, her slutty expression never fading.

"Hm... not a bad idea," he said, watching her every move.

"I know, right?" she winked.

With his shirt off, Zhao Yiming lay bare beneath her. She leaned down and gently licked his chest, her tongue circling his nipple before sucking it softly. His body shuddered in response.

Then she moved lower, eyes gleaming with mischief. Using only her mouth, she unzipped his jeans and slowly tugged down his underwear.

Su Meilin’s breath hitched as Zhao Yiming’s cock sprang free, proud and heavy, brushing against her cheek like it had a mind of its own.

She giggled softly, eyes sparkling with mischief as her fingers wrapped around the base, giving it a few teasing strokes.

"Mm... definitely a spirited dragon," she murmured, her lips brushing the tip just barely. "Feels like it’s been waiting all day for me."

Zhao Yiming let out a low groan, watching her through hooded eyes. "More like it’s been suffering all day. You really gonna just talk to it?"

She smirked. "Now, now... good things come to those who wait."

With that, she gave a slow lick from base to tip, her tongue flat and wet, trailing heat along the thick length of him. Yiming’s hands clenched the sheets, a hiss escaping through his teeth.

"Meilin..."

She didn’t answer. Her lips parted as she took his cock into her mouth just the tip. She rolled her tongue against him, then pulled back with a sinful little pop that made him twitch.

He growled low in his throat. "You’re doing that on purpose."

"Of course I am," she whispered, eyes gleaming as she kissed along the side of his shaft. "You tasted me earlier... now it’s my turn to savor you."

She wrapped her lips around his penis again, this time deeper and slower, letting him sink further in as her hand moved in sync.

Her tongue danced, swirling and curling, playing with every sensitive inch she took into her mouth. Every moan she made sent vibrations through him.

Yiming’s head tilted back, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. "Holy hell, Meilin..."

Her pace stayed unhurried but sensual. She wasn’t trying to rush him—she was worshipping him.

Letting him feel every slick, wet drag of her tongue, every flutter of her lashes as she looked up at him with that smug, satisfied expression.

Zhao Yiming reached down and stroked her hair, fingers tangling in the strands. "You keep going like that, I’m gonna lose my mind..."

She pulled back slowly, breath warm against his skin. "That’s the plan."

Then she went right back down, hungrier this time—messy, eager, and making damn sure he felt every second of it.

Her lips wrapped around him like velvet, her tongue swirling like she was trying to break him one flick at a time.

"Shit..." he hissed, head dropping back. The pleasure was unbearable especially as her muscles in her throat convulsed.

His hips bucked just slightly, but her hand pressed down on his thigh, holding him still like she was the one in control.

She was taking her sweet damn time, going up and down, dragging her tongue across every inch as if memorizing the shape of his cock.

Her other hand was squeezing his nuts with a lazy, teasing rhythm. Just enough to make him throb, to make his breath ragged.

"Meilin..." he growled, his voice already strained. "You’re gonna kill me at this rate."

She pulled back a little, her tongue still flicking against his swollen tip, then kissed it like she was rewarding him.

"Mn? I’m being nice though," she said, licking a drop of precum off her lips. "You look like you’re enjoying it."

Zhao clenched his jaw. His cock twitched hard in her grip.

Enjoying? Oh he loved it, but he was at his limit.

His abs were tightening, balls heavy, his whole body tensing like a bowstring ready to snap. Her mouth was too damn warm, too damn skilled, and the way she kept looking up at him with that smug expression—he wanted to either come or ruin her mouth.

Maybe both.

She giggled as if sensing his thoughts, then deepthroated him without warning.

"Fuuuck!" he growled, grabbing her hair tight as his hips jerked. His thighs shook, and for a moment, his vision went completely white.

Her movements grew faster as the tip kept hitting the back of her throat. She nearly gagged at one point but pushed through, determined to keep going—sucking him dry until he hissed and couldn’t hold back anymore.

"I’m gonna cum..." he muttered, his hand gripping her hair and pushing her down deep, stuffing most of his shaft into her mouth as she groaned.

"Drink all of it, Meilin!"

He finally came inside her mouth, thick white liquid spilling out as she swallowed it greedily, not leaving a single drop behind.

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