Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 224 *Teaching the secretary to be a M?* (1)

Zhang Wei paused, surprised by her reaction, before burying his face between her neck and hair. "Why are you worried? It's just a dress; I can buy you a few more."

"No..." Wu Xue whispered, struggling slightly. "I-It's not just a dress."

"Hm?" Zhang Wei raised an eyebrow, the sudden change in her demeanor catching him off-guard.

"I-It's the dress I bought for my first date," she admitted, her voice carrying a hint of hesitance.

Zhang Wei's eyes narrowed as he realized she was indeed wearing different clothes; he hadn't given it much thought before. He let go of her and took a step back, his expression softening with understanding. "I see."

Wu Xue fidgeted with the torn fabric, a mix of embarrassment and nostalgia washing over her.

The dress held sentimental value, a reminder of a significant moment.

She glanced at Zhang Wei, searching his eyes for a reaction.

Would he understand the significance this held for her?

Amid the intimate atmosphere, Wu Xue hesitated no more.

She breathed a sigh of relief as Zhang Wei gave her the chance to remove the dress.

As he turned away, his attention momentarily captured by a cigarette, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of anxiety.

Had she made a mistake by halting him?

With determination, she unzipped and slid the dress off her body, placing it tenderly aside.

Now, she stood there in nothing but a set of black undergarments, covering her modesty and hinting at the allure underneath.

Her voice, laced with emotions, broke the silence. "Although today can't be considered a complete date, it was still our first time spending time together. I-I thought it was the perfect opportunity to wear it."

But Zhang Wei remained silent, lost in his own thoughts. Frustration gnawed at Wu Xue's patience as she watched him, her eyes welling with emotion.

She couldn't bear this one-sided conversation any longer.

"Hey, are you listening?" She reached out and gently pushed his back, desperate for his response.

Amidst the charged atmosphere, Zhang Wei maintained his composure, his back still turned to her. "Hm? Are you done taking it off?" he inquired, his tone devoid of emotion.

The shift in his voice left Wu Xue momentarily taken aback.

This man?

Was he throwing temper at her?

But isn't that her job?

Unbeknownst to her, Zhang Wei was subtly molding the situation, ensuring she'd recall this encounter and exercise caution in the future, a masterful engineering of her behavior.

Frustration surged within her, a fire building in her chest. She grasped his shirt, her patience wearing thin. "Listen to me!" Wu Xue demanded, giving him a gentle pull backward.

In that abrupt motion, a sharp *tearing* noise filled the air as his shirt gave way, ripping apart from the back.

"...."

In the charged silence, Wu Xue found herself frozen, her eyes awkwardly locked with Zhang Wei's, who stood before her with an enigmatic air, his expression blank but for a glint of intrigue.

Abruptly, he broke the silence, his voice laced with curiosity as he noticed her clutching a piece of his torn shirt. "You have quite the potential."

"Potential?" Wu Xue repeated in a murmur, a sudden unease creeping into her being, giving her a chilling premonition.

There was an unsettling shift in the atmosphere, and she couldn't shake off the unsettling vibes she was getting from him.

"You'll understand it later," Zhang Wei remarked cryptically, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

In an unexpected move, he pushed her backward onto the bed, claiming her lips once again before moving down to her collarbone and neck, kissing the delicate skin.

Wu Xue's nerves electrified as she felt a shiver race down her skin, his lips delicately grazing against her body as he skillfully removed her bra. Her eyes trembled, filled with both anticipation and anxiety.

Right before her gaze, he swiftly discarded the bra, leaving her momentarily exposed.

She instinctively moved to shield her twin peaks, but to her surprise, Zhang Wei had already secured her hands, a triumphant smirk dancing upon his lips.

With a confident grip, he seized the pliant mound in his hand and squeezed firmly.

The sensation caused Wu Xue's lips to part in a pleasurable moan, her senses momentarily stunned by the unexpected pleasure.

Not content with just one, he then reached for her other breast, giving it an equally satisfying squeeze.

"Ann," Wu Xue heard her own moans echoing in her ears, causing her to swiftly muffle her mouth.

Her face instantly turned as red as a ripe tomato, flooded with a powerful surge of embarrassment.

She glanced at Zhang Wei, her eyes imploring him to be gentle.

Yet, displaying such vulnerability was the worst thing she could do in her current position. Those mist-filled eyes, brimming with desire, possessed an enchanting power to seduce men.

Today, Wu Xue would learn this lesson all too well.

As Zhang Wei firmly grasped her breasts, the ivory skin transformed into a shade of crimson.

The flawless curvature and perfect form of her bosom ignited a flicker of desire in Zhang Wei's eyes.

He leaned in, bringing his mouth tantalizingly close to one of the cherries adorning the center of her right breast.

With a deft movement, he captured it between his teeth, gently nibbling on it.

"Hhnmm~!" Wu Xue's eyes, which had previously closed in response to the sensation, now fluttered open. She gazed weakly at him, her lips curving into a smile that masked both ecstasy and torment, as he continued to torment her two little babies.

The strange and intense sensation coursed through her veins, causing her to feel overwhelmed.

Moaning his name continuously, she gave in to her desires without any restraint, even though it was her first time.

As she shifted onto her belly, the onslaught of sensations tortured her body, causing it to writhe and twist. Heavy breaths escaped her lips, as she gasped for air, feeling completely consumed.

Zhang Wei turned his gaze towards her, removing the final veil that covered her most intimate area. However, what he witnessed was beyond his comprehension.

Tears streamed down her face, two droplets glistening in the corners of her eyes.

Yet, as he studied her flushed face, he realized that these were not tears of pain. Something else sparked the release of her emotions.

He laughed inwardly, his amusement evident, as he swiftly discarded her panties, tossing them aside.