But I knew it still wasn't the right time, so I forced myself to say, "Ms. Tang, are you okay? Did you pull something just now?"
Tang Xueyao's eyes were foggy with confusion and desire, this haunting feeling almost took her soul out of her body.
She stammered, blushing, "N-no, it's nothing."
"Then go on, let me observe for a bit longer."
When I finished speaking, Tang Xueyao took a deep breath, lifted the barbell, then set it down again.
This time, her backside brushed against me again.
That sensation, like another crashing wave, surged over Tang Xueyao's body, turning her skin a rosy shade of pink.
Seeing her reaction, I encouraged, "Ms. Tang, come on, one more."
Tang Xueyao's pretty face was scorching red.
She wanted to stop, but that tingling, crawling feeling made her keep going like she was possessed, ten reps in a row.
With every deadlift, the two of us shared a kind of pleasure. Tang Xueyao, especially, let out soft suppressed moans from time to time.
Until the last one, I couldn't hold back anymore and suddenly leaned forward.
I wrapped my arms around her from behind, her soft, fragrant body pressed tightly against me, and that sweet scent went straight to my head.
"Zhang Yang, why are you holding me?"
Tang Xueyao gasped, and my strong masculine scent made her body and soul tremble.
I grinned wickedly, pressing up against her from behind, my hand reaching between her thighs.
"Your panties are soaked. Don't you want it?"
"I, I don't!"
Tang Xueyao's cheeks burned with shame. She struggled weakly, softer than a kitten, and that burning heat between her thighs was driving her crazy.
"Then why is your body being so honest?"
I gently teased her with my hand.
This time, Tang Xueyao was seized by an overwhelming sensation all over her body.
It was like a small boat tossed on the waves, her eyes suddenly filled with longing.
She bit her lip hard, not wanting to make a sound, but small moans still leaked through her teeth.
"Mmm… ah!"
She tried her best to suppress it. "Zhang Yang, can you stop? If Li Jian comes back, we won't be able to explain ourselves."
"But Ms. Tang, you're clearly enjoying it."
How could I not see how she was saying no but meant yes?
As I continued to touch her, her reactions grew more intense, her breathing faster and faster.
Under my rhythm, she couldn't conceal it anymore; her repressed expression revealed traces of pleasure.
A deep moan came from her throat: "Mmm… ah… Okay, I am enjoying it a little… But Li Jian…"
"Ms. Tang, why do you care about Li Jian? That loser even hits you."
"You spied on us in the bedroom?"
"I didn't mean to, but after seeing how Li Jian treats you, don't you ever think of getting even with him?"
"I…" Tang Xueyao's lips were nearly bleeding. Of course she had issues with Li Jian.
"Ms. Tang, I just can't stand it. Why should he have the right to stop you from being happy?"
I pressed her gently, coaxing, and whatever rationality Tang Xueyao had left dissolved into a flood of resentment.
"You're right. He treats me so badly—why should I even care about him!"
"So Ms. Tang, do you still want to hold back now?"
Tang Xueyao's last defense crumbled completely. She was totally lost in desire.
"Zhang Yang, I don't want to hold back anymore. I want you…"
In that moment, I felt like I was on fire.
"Ms. Tang, I want you too, but you should call Li Jian first and ask when he'll be back."
I grabbed her phone from the side and pressed it into her hand.
Tang Xueyao hesitated. "But if I call like this, won't it give us away?"
"Isn't that even more exciting? If neither of us says anything, who would know?"
I started moving my hand even faster.
Tang Xueyao couldn't stand it—she was already soaking my hand.
She unlocked her phone, but before she could call, Li Jian's call came in.
Tang Xueyao quickly tried to calm herself and picked up: "Honey, did you see the specialist?"
Li Jian sounded excited: "I did! And the specialist said there's a ten percent chance I'll recover, I can start treatment right away!"
"That's great, I'll be home waiting for your good news… mmm… ah…"
Just as Tang Xueyao finished speaking, I increased the pressure with my hand.
Her delicate body shuddered, letting out a heavy gasp and a soft moan.
Realizing something was wrong, she covered her mouth and shot me a glare, her beautiful eyes smoldering.
I was so turned on I could barely breathe!
Li Jian was on the phone and I was absolutely ravishing his wife.
Li Jian seemed to sense something off: "Babe, what was that sound just now?"
Tang Xueyao was about to lose it—torn between the ecstasy I was giving her and her husband's suspicion.
She struggled to keep it together: "What sound? I'm just running on the treadmill at home, phew…"
"Babe, are you really running? It sounded like…"
"Li Jian, are you doubting me?"
Tang Xueyao didn't want to lie, but the desire I'd woken up in her overwhelmed everything else.
"No, honey, that's not what I meant."
Li Jian, hearing that displeasure in her tone, quickly apologized and hung up.
By now, Tang Xueyao was like a powder keg about to explode.
She threw her phone aside, spun around, and wrapped her arms around me.
"You bastard, if we'd been caught just now, how could I ever face anyone again?"
"But you were dripping all the way down your thighs—wasn't that a thrill too?"
As I spoke, I tore away her final scrap of covering.
The places I'd only caught glimpses of before were now completely revealed to my eyes…