Playboy in the City-Chapter 50: Filled and Smeared All Over the Face

At that moment, Chen Yang felt a sudden tightness around his waist as an indescribable, intense pleasure surged through him. His dragon head swelled mightily, beginning its release.

"Mmm..."

Glistening white drops instantly filled Li Yan’s mouth. Even so, Chen Yang didn’t stop. Gazing at Li Yan’s beautiful face, drenched in fragrant sweat with her hair in disarray, he adjusted his aim.

"Mmm... no..."

Li Yan’s fair neck trembled as she hastily swallowed. Her beautiful eyes had only just begun to open when, before she could react, she was sprayed all over the face. A large patch covered her eyelashes in particular, gluing her eyes shut.

Then, she felt her nostrils being blocked, making her feel as though she were being suffocated by a potent masculine scent. What she couldn’t see was that her stunningly alluring face was now covered in his rich seed as if with a facial mask. Glistening droplets slid down, forming shimmering threads from her chin and by her ears. The sight was enchanting, obscene, and incredibly seductive.

"Mmm... you little rascal... quick... wipe it off for me... This feels awful..." Li Yan pleaded. Having regained her senses, she found she couldn’t move and was forced to ask Chen Yang for help in her powerless state.

"Sister Li, do you believe me now?" Chen Yang asked, gazing down at the work of art he had created with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.

He didn’t wipe her clean. Instead, he took out his phone while pressing his tip against her sticky lips. "To punish you for your distrust and for daring to doubt me, lick it clean. Now."

"Mmm..."

Li Yan was in no position to refuse. She could only use her fragrant tongue to begin cleaning him as Chen Yang recorded the entire process on his phone.

He decided he would show the video to his aunt when the time was right. He wanted her to see how he had conquered Li Yan, the top femme fatale of the medical department. He yearned for it, hoping that perhaps after seeing it, his aunt would help him unlock this thrilling achievement as well.

"Alright, Sister Li, stop sucking, or I won’t be able to hold back again," Chen Yang said, watching his member become clean and sparkle with saliva. He stood up and straightened his clothes.

"Mmm... you little rascal... so bad..." Li Yan breathed a sigh of relief. She lay limply on the floor, savoring the afterglow that still coursed through her body and soul.

From Chen Yang’s perspective, Li Yan was a picture of surrender. She lay limp on the ground, her exposed skin showing a distinct, flushed pink hue. The rise and fall of her chest caused her snowy peaks to tremble slightly. Her hair, once matted to her face with sweat, was now mixed with saliva and his rich seed, clinging to the corners of her mouth, her cheeks, and even her neck. To an outsider, she would have possessed the unique, tragic beauty of one who had been ravaged and debased.

In reality, he alone was responsible for this result. This was his personal achievement.

Furthermore, her long, stocking-clad legs were splayed carelessly on the floor. Her verdant valley was still open, its tender flesh twitching and leaking glistening fluids, not yet fully closed.

This proved that any woman, after pleasuring herself with Chen Yang, would be molded to his shape. If they were to be with another man, they would never again feel the same sense of being completely entered and filled. This thought thrilled him. Not to mention Ma Xiaorong, a married woman, had already taken his shape. If Li Yan went home to her husband now, the man would surely find that he could no longer feel her tight embrace. That was because she was now Chen Yang’s shape; she no longer belonged to her husband. The more Chen Yang dwelled on it, the more excited he became.

At the same time, Li Yan was completely immersed in the wonderful afterglow that suffused her body. No one could know just how blissful and fulfilled she had felt in that moment. In all her years of marriage, she had never experienced such intense satisfaction with her husband. Chen Yang had awakened her, and she had finally become a true woman.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Just then, someone knocked on the office door.

"Director Li, it’s Zhou Chun. May I come in?"

Zhou Chun’s voice made Li Yan, who was lost in her reverie, jolt violently. Even her beautiful eyes, glued shut by the glistening substance, were forced open by her sheer will. Unfortunately, the sticky fluid spread again, and she had to squeeze them shut in discomfort. Suppressing her panic, she said urgently, "Xiao Chen, pull me up, quick! That bastard absolutely cannot see us like this!"

It was true that her brother-in-law was the hospital director, but if a scandal this outrageous got out, not even he could protect her. Besides, she couldn’t bring shame upon her sister and brother-in-law.

"Sister Li, I’ll wipe you clean."

The thought of Zhou Chun seeing Li Yan’s beautiful face covered in his seed was deeply arousing to Chen Yang. However, he kept his wits about him. If he wanted a long-term affair with Li Yan without implicating himself, he absolutely couldn’t let that happen.

While Chen Yang wiped her face, Li Yan didn’t forget to shout angrily at the man outside the door, "Wait outside! I’m busy right now!"

That damned scoundrel! Why did he have to interrupt her now? Later, she would make him kneel in punishment.

"Of course, of course, Director Li. You take your time. I’m not in a hurry. I’ll just wait out here," Zhou Chun’s fawning voice replied from beyond the door.

"Heh heh," Chen Yang chuckled as he helped Li Yan to her feet.

"Hmph, you bastard, you still have the nerve to laugh? You got it all over my face, in my hair, and on my neck and ears. How am I supposed to go out and face anyone?" Li Yan shot him a coquettish glare as she pulled up her black silk pantyhose to cover her jade-like bottom. The dampness was quite uncomfortable, and the sticky, tightening feeling on her face was even worse. Not to mention, her hair was still matted together in clumps.

"Do I smell? Do you think anyone will notice the scent?" Li Yan asked, leaning closer to Chen Yang.

He just smiled and shook his head. "Sister Li, you’re just being paranoid. As long as no one saw what just happened, who would dare claim I came on your face? Who would dare say they recognize the smell of *that*?"

"Hmph. You’ve got a point," Li Yan replied, her panic finally subsiding as she calmed down. "Alright, go rest in the inner room for now. Don’t come out until I call you."

"No problem." Chen Yang stretched lazily and turned to leave.

"Wait."

Li Yan picked up the lace bra from the floor and tossed it at his face. "Hmph. Seeing as you performed so well and gave me such a good time, this is your reward."

"Heh, thank you, Sister Li," Chen Yang said, grabbing the soft lace. He took a deep sniff and pretended to be intoxicated. "Mmm, smells just like Sister Li."

"Naturally," Li Yan said, clearly enjoying his flattery.

After watching Chen Yang enter the suite and close the door, Li Yan instantly reverted to her usual cold and elegant demeanor. Her commanding aura blossomed as she returned to her desk and sat down.

"Come in!"