Chapter 150: I Can't Hold It Anymore
"What kind of thrill?" Zhang Yang sat cross-legged on the bed, quickly replying while filled with anticipation. Big Boobs always had some new trick that made him look forward to it.
"Hehe, you'll find out soon enough…" Gao Qi grinned wickedly, climbed up from the bed, then sneakily ran to the window, drawing the curtains tightly as if she were committing a crime. Then she dashed to the door and locked it.
Only then did she come back and lie flat on the bed. "Alright, now no one will know what we're doing."
She was wearing only a white, tight thermal undershirt and a pair of tight white cotton capris. Her hot figure could make anyone drool.
At that moment, she lay on the warm beige quilt, her chest facing the camera. Her twin white jade rabbits pressed tightly against the blanket, squeezed together, forming two huge mounds that looked ready to burst out at any moment.
Zhang Yang immediately gasped, and something below began to swell.
Noticing Zhang Yang's reaction through the camera, Gao Qi grinned mischievously, propped herself up on the bed, one hand slowly rubbing her lower abdomen in circles before sliding downward to that forbidden zone and scratching lightly. She then threw him a sultry glance and purred, "Sir, wanna XXOO? It's free!"
Hearing that, Zhang Yang suddenly regretted not bringing her along. This woman was too wild—on such a long lonely night, she was the perfect tool for putting out the fire.
"I'll deal with you when I get back!"
"You can deal with me now!" Gao Qi teased sweetly into the mic, letting out a soft moan. "I heard there's something called nude chatting~"
Saying that, she shot Zhang Yang a glance, then slid her hands under her undershirt and slowly lifted it from below, revealing a pair of large breasts covered by a pink bra.
Then the crazy girl started going wild—kneeling on the bed and dancing some seductive moves she'd probably learned online. After a short dance, she knelt in front of the camera, reached behind her back, and with a snap, her bra flew off. Instantly, two white mountains surged out like a flood bursting through a dam, filling the entire computer screen with snowy whiteness, the red tips trembling at the top.
And that wasn't enough—she lifted one leg and slid off her capris along with her panties, spreading her legs wide open, revealing the dark forest below…
Zhang Yang's blood was boiling, his whole body burning with desire.
"You strip too… I can't hold it anymore!" Big Boobs screamed wildly while still reminding Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang had been thoroughly aroused by her. Just as he was about to start jerking off, the phone suddenly rang. He glanced over—it was Yang Jing. Zhang Yang frowned slightly and picked up the phone.
"Come pick me up at Samba…" On the other end, Yang Jing's voice sounded urgent. Then it seemed like the phone was snatched away, followed by chaotic noise and faintly a man's voice that Zhang Yang found familiar.
"Oh come on, Junior, it's rare for us to get together. Why leave so soon? Let's keep drinking."
That sounded like Lei Tianming.
Zhang Yang's lust instantly evaporated. He quickly told Gao Qi what was happening. The woman, who had been in full heat, changed her expression in an instant. Under Zhang Yang's stunned gaze, she threw on her panties and robe in less than ten seconds, pretending to act cute. "Be careful~"
Zhang Yang was speechless. That mood swing was insane. He turned off the video, threw on a thick coat, and left the hotel room.
Once outside, he didn't even know where Samba was. He hailed a taxi, got scolded by the driver, but eventually, the guy dropped him off less than two hundred meters away.
It turned out to be a bar. Zhang Yang tossed a hundred-yuan bill to the driver and rushed inside, calling Yang Jing's phone along the way.
No answer.
Damn, her phone must've been snatched earlier. What the hell should he do now?
Zhang Yang could only roam the bar, searching every corner. After a long time, he finally heard a familiar voice near one of the private rooms.
"Get lost! Give me back my phone!"
It was Yang Jing!
Without thinking, Zhang Yang pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Under the dim lights, the spacious room was filled with over a dozen stunning girls crowded together on the sofa. In front of them was a large oval black marble table piled with bottles and snacks. Among them were four men—and one of them was the strong and handsome Lei Tianming, standing in the middle behind the table.
Zhang Yang immediately spotted Yang Jing. The room was warm, and she'd taken off her thick coat, wearing only low-rise blue jeans and a tight black top that perfectly outlined her curvy figure, her full, round breasts impossible to ignore.
But the room was clearly in chaos. Yang Jing stood opposite Lei Tianming, seemingly arguing with him.
Lei Tianming was holding Yang Jing's phone, deliberately raising it high out of reach, spouting some nonsense as if trying to make her jump up so her chest would bump into him.
The two guys beside him were staring at Yang Jing with malicious grins, egging him on, while some of the girls tried to stop them—some even looked angry.
"Hey! Enough, Lei Tianming! Don't be such a jerk!"
"Ha! Wen Xiaoyan, I'm just joking around. What, can't even handle that?" Lei Tianming turned toward the girl, glaring. "Mind your own business."
Then he turned back toward the flushed Yang Jing, smiling suggestively. "Junior, how about another drink? Just one more and I'll give it back. I promise."
The two scumbags beside him cheered, "Yeah! Yeah! One more drink and Brother Lei will give it back!"
"You're all insane! Fine, I don't even want that phone anymore!" Yang Jing huffed angrily, realizing that unless she let Lei Tianming grope her, she wouldn't get her phone back, so she turned to leave.
"Hey, don't go!" Seeing her walk away, Lei Tianming panicked, reaching out as if to grab her. But before he could touch her, a cold voice echoed by his ear.
"I'll give you three seconds. If you don't give her back the phone, I swear you'll be crawling out of this room tonight."
Despite the noisy background, Lei Tianming clearly heard those words. He turned his head and saw Zhang Yang slowly closing the door, walking toward him step by step.
"Ha, look who it is—it's you, punk." Lei Tianming burst into laughter. "I've been waiting to deal with you. You think you can scare me? What if I don't give it back?"
"Don't give it back…" Zhang Yang took a deep breath, his body leaping up lightly, toes pushing off the marble table for momentum.