Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 399 *Possessive Zhang Wei? (1)*

399 *Possessive Zhang Wei? (1)*

Click!

The gentle click of the door's latch broke the serene silence of the room, drawing Chen Yulan's attention away from the view outside the window.

Her delicate features were etched with confusion as she turned, expecting to see her maids, only to find Zhang Wei entering her private quarters.

"Wei...?" Her voice held a note of uncertainty, her eyes searching his for an explanation.

Zhang Wei's actions were swift and deliberate, a contrast to the elegant stillness of the room.

He closed the door with a quiet determination, then, to her growing bewilderment, he began to strategically place speakers around the door.

With a few taps on his phone, the room filled with the deep vibrations of music, the sound creating a cocoon that isolated them from the world outside.

"???~"

Chen Yulan's frown deepened, a shadow crossing her lovely face, as Zhang Wei sighed, a sound lost amidst the artificial thunder. "Now, no one will be able to hear us..." he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music.

When he looked up again, his eyes were alight with a dangerous intent, and his smile sent a chill through the air.

"Why are you making that face?" she asked, her voice a mix of innocence and dawning realization. Instinctively, she moved backward, the bed halting her retreat as anxiety quickened her heartbeat.

Zhang Wei continued to advance, his movements predatory, his shirt discarded without a second thought.

"W-Wei, what are you trying to do!?" Panic laced her words, her plea for reason echoing in the room as the music thrummed on.

She was standing on the precipice of something terrible, her world teetering on the brink of irrevocable change, her voice a beacon of her fear, calling out for the sanity that seemed to slip away with each of Zhang Wei's calculated steps.

Whistle.... Whistle...

The whistle cut through the heavy bass of the music, a light, incongruous sound that nonetheless carried a dark undertone.

Zhang Wei's hands were gentle as they cupped Chen Yulan's face, his smile soft but his eyes betraying a hint of malice. "Look at your face, so beautiful all dressed up. Are you getting ready for your engagement, or for Liu Ming?" His voice was teasing, but there was an edge to it that wasn't quite playful, shaking her slightly as if to jolt her.

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Chen Yulan's features set into a mask of icy control, her response measured, but her disdain was palpable. "Wei, your mouth is stinking from smoke," she retorted sharply. "And don't come that close to me; it would give people the wrong idea."

His amusement flickered at her rebuke, eyebrows lifting in mock surprise. "Oh, would they?" The situation was slipping, his facade of amusement beginning to crack. He withdrew his hands from her face, leaving her to think, for a moment, that the confrontation was over.

But then the music was overshadowed by a sharper sound.

Pakh!

The sound of the slap was almost muffled by the booming music, but the sting on Chen Yulan's cheek was sharp and immediate.

Her head snapped to the side, the red imprint of Zhang Wei's hand standing out against her ivory skin—a violent bloom. "Don't ever let another man's name pass your lips again, understood?" His voice was a menacing whisper, the smile still playing on his lips as if he had told a joke rather than committed an act of violence.

Realization dawned on Chen Yulan, but the music drowning out any hope of her cry for help.

The room, once a place of preparation and anticipation, had become a cage, and she was the unwitting bird caught within it.

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Thud!

As the weight of Zhang Wei pressed against her, Chen Yulan's body fell backwards onto the soft mattress.

With a sudden jolt, she jolted awake, gasping, "Zhang Wei!" Her voice filled the room, but it was futile, as Zhang Wei's face hovered right above her right exposed shoulder.

Inhaling deeply, he buried his hands in her hair, and a shiver ran down Chen Yulan's spine as his lips brushed against the delicate skin of her neck. A mix of astonishment and nervousness washed over her.

"Wei, please don't do this!" she pleaded, the chill of fear creeping into her body. However, her pleas were met with silence as Zhang Wei raised himself slightly and rubbed his cheeks against hers.

"Why not?" he asked, his words dripping with malicious intent, before taking a small bite of her cheeks, a gentle yet teeth-

clenching nibble.

Her body seized, a mixture of shock and pain reverberating through her. "Wei... Stop..." she managed to speak, her eyes wide with disbelief and despair. "I trusted you... Y-You won't harm me..." Her voice trailed off, and she felt a shiver coursing through her as Zhang Wei's lips touched her cheeks and the cold touch of his tongue sent shivers down her spine.

Her fingers clenched into tight fists, nails digging into her palm, as the shiver ran from her trembling legs to the top of her head.

"Haha..." Zhang Wei's response to her words came in the form of a chilling laughter that shattered her already fragile hope, leaving her to face an uncertain and terrifying reality.

Chen Yulan's fingers curled into tight fists, her knuckles turning white as the shiver spread from her legs, traveling all the way to the top of her head.

As Zhang Wei firmly grasped Chen Yulan's cheeks, his affectionate kisses rained down upon her like a cascade of tenderness.

She lay there like a delicate porcelain doll, her vulnerable gaze filling with unshed tears. "Wei... Don't do it... Or I would come to hate you..." she whispered desperately.

But Zhang, much like before, paid no attention to her words. His thumb caressed her lips, a rough touch that somehow carried a gentleness, his intense gaze fixated on her dark red lips, which seemed to beckon him closer.

"Uu!?"

Chen Yulan swallowed her words, her lips sealed shut as his mouth descended upon hers. The sensation was overwhelming as he began to suck on her lips, a dance of both gentle rhythm and unrestrained passion.

Slurp... Slurp...

Her eyes trembled with a chilling mix of fear and nervousness. Zhang Wei, as if deaf to her protests, disregarded her trembling hands beating against his back.

She continued to resist with determination, frustration pulsating through her every nerve. And then, driven to her limit, she sank her teeth into his invading tongue.

!!!

A faint trace of blood tainted Zhang Wei's lips, but he pressed on undeterred. Her mouth, a seductive blend of taste and fragrance, became his obsession as he kissed her repeatedly for the next five minutes, ravaging her little mouth.

Each moment left her breathless and drained, her feeble attempts to push him away growing weaker and weaker until her trembling hands could offer no resistance.