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Chapter 22 Part 3 Yiyi, the God-Root, and Bullying Love
I froze.
Just then, the door opened and a figure in red stumbled in, panting, slightly bent over.
The noise drew everyone's eyes; I hurried over to support her.
"Ah, Yayi am I late? Sorry, I came straight from the hotel. I ran from the drop‑off… Is my makeup okay?"
She'd dressed up: makeup, hair done, a red strapless gown with a delicate brooch at the low neckline, and high heels she normally hated.
I nodded to calm her.
Seeing my warmth, her brows smoothed, and she smiled.
"All good. Come meet my partner."
"Okay!" She was so happy she grabbed my arm.
Wang and Liu came over. "Haha, you hid such a pretty girlfriend. If not for today, were you never going to bring her out?"
"You're joking she's nowhere near Yuejun's league. Let me introduce you: this is Yiyi. My partner and investor, Wang Linsheng; his girlfriend, newly minted first‑class attendant, the beautiful Liu Yuejun. And this is my… my friend, Yuan Yiyi, a former colleague from the hotel."
No one noticed that I'd said "my friend" instead of "my girlfriend." To everyone else, that still meant "girlfriend." Only Yiyi caught it, but she stayed silent.
"Miss Yuan, so elegant. Yayi has good taste," Liu complimented.
"Don't call me Miss Yuan call me Yiyi. Sorry I'm late, kept everyone waiting."
"No problem, the ceremony hasn't started," Liu smiled.
"Yayi, so this is your girlfriend? You really hid her well," Jiabi and Yun came over.
After I introduced them, Yiyi stared at Jiabi for a moment, until Jiabi laughed. "What are you staring at?"
Yiyi recognized her from the hotel days; she'd heard of the guide's "feasts." I'd told Yiyi about the Miss and my history with her; now she realized this was the woman who took that pervert's place to protect her.
"Nothing. So you're the Miss. Back then, Yayi kept disappearing from the hotel and the manager told me not to ask. Now I see he was with you. No wonder you're so pretty, I'm stunned," Yiyi giggled.
Jiabi and Yun both burst out laughing; I was tongue‑tied.
"Miss Yuan is adorable. She's the one you protected, right?" After learning Yun was a doctor, Yiyi tugged his sleeve to ask about her sick father, giving Jiabi a chance to speak with me alone.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"A woman's intuition. Congratulations, Yayi. Between 'big young miss' and 'little jasper,' I'd guess Miss Yuan's a virtuous wife the perfect match for a startup. Unlike me I just like going out."
I only smiled.
Back in my office now, Yiyi still wore her pink hotel uniform.
Somehow, that outfit alone stirred a growl in my blood.
"Yiyi, come here." I shut the door, dropped the newspaper, and flipped her around.
She froze, then a faint joy flashed across her face. She turned, braced herself on the sofa, and raised her ass under the pink skirt.
Black uniform stockings encased her long, glossy, taut legs, pressed together.
I caressed her through the skirt; the fabric felt addictive hotel uniforms were designed for guest enjoyment.
I flipped the skirt up and tore open the crotch of those black stockings. She flinched. She wanted to speak, but didn't.
Underneath was a white gauzy panty, almost transparent more arousing than none at all. I freed my iron bar and pressed it against her peach, rubbing through the fabric.
"Yiyi, enjoying it? Getting warm?" She wasn't as conflicted as before; under my "training" (more sex), she'd grown sensitive and adapted to my size.
"Mm… Yayi… don't… not yet…" I circled my glans at her entrance. Her spring welled out, soaking her panties, then my tip, the flimsy cloth plastering itself to her cheeks.
"Yayi… no… not yet… I haven't worshipped…" The more she flowed, the more she refused, shaking her head.
We did have business. I sighed, grabbed both sides of her panties, and ripped them off.
I straightened her and said softly, "Don't move. I need to practice." Then, with familiar efficiency shh, shh, shh I stripped off her uniform, leaving only the black stockings.
I'd become an expert at undressing her. At the hotel, the boys had a game of "fastest to strip a colleague"; my practice model was always Yiyi. When I said I needed to "practice," she didn't just stand still she even giggled behind her hand.
"All right, go fetch the god‑root. Yiyi, it's on you," I said, patting her white ass and admiring the ripple, then whispered.
Businessmen are superstitious everywhere. Here, they worship the god‑root, the golden wealth‑bringing root sitting on a shrine in my office.
The offering just like at Yunyun's wedding had to be a woman's nectar, preferably from the woman dearest to you.
Men couldn't touch it. And if a vagina contained semen, it was an insult to the god. So worship only before sex, and only Yiyi could handle it.
I sat and watched as she bent and slid the wealth‑root into herself. Eyes closed, brow furrowed, mouth slightly open, it slid in and likely kissed her cervix. She gasped, then slowly pulled it out, the rod coated in sticky nectar.
Then she thrust it back in hard and let out a loud moan.
She kept riding it, half woman and half vibrator.
"That's enough, Yiyi… Yiyi…" I tapped her. Her eyes were glazed; my feelings were complicated. The god‑root was for worship, not for play and my cock had been waiting its turn.
"Ah… Yayi…" she looked apologetic and shy, cheeks red, turning away, then giggled. "This root is… really amazing."
"Enough for now. You can try mine next."
She reverently set the dripping rod back on the shrine. We stood side by side and prayed silently.
After a few seconds, we lowered our hands.
In my old world, I'd had no religion. Here, after meeting the Root Master, I believed this root had power.
"What did you pray for?" she suddenly asked.
"For the company to thrive. And… for things to go smoothly for the two of us."
She smiled. "Same, but reversed. First, I prayed that we'd always be together."
I avoided her eyes; I didn't want her to see the flicker there. "I also told the root I'm going to bully you now."
"Mm… how much bullying? Gently… don't distract the coworkers."
"Gently? Ask him," I scoffed.
I'd held back for a long time; her little performance had lit her fuse.
We joined like a skiff in a storm. My hands clamped her waist; her "flower path," honed by me, was elastic and tight, caressing me like invisible hands, swelling me even more.
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