Chapter 101 The Madness of the Bar Toilet

Deep down, she secretly anticipated his initiative, hoping this ambiguity would heat up a bit more.

Lin Chen looked at the provocation and expectation in the depths of her eyes.

The last shred of restraint in his heart completely shattered.

He lowered his head, his nose brushing against hers.

His voice was deep and burning:

"Dare? Why wouldn't I dare?"

Before his words even faded, the hand supporting her waist suddenly tightened.

He pulled her firmly into his embrace.

His other hand moved to her ponytail, his fingertips gently tugging at it.

"Since you dare to flirt with me, you'd better be prepared for me to never let go. Don't even think about running away in this lifetime."

Zhao Mengyao let out a soft, muffled groan from the force of his grip.

The rising intoxication made the charm in her eyes even more intense.

The laziness and indulgence in her heart were completely triggered.

The alcohol made her no longer care about her status or suppress her heartbeat.

She only wanted to cling to him, to make sure she was the only one in his eyes.

Her fingertips slowly wandered along his back.

She deliberately gave his waist a light pinch.

Then she kneaded it gently.

Her body swayed slightly with the music, her head resting in the crook of his neck.

Her nose rubbed against his neck.

Her voice was cloyingly soft, filled with a hint of drunken coquettishness:

"Never let go of me?"

"Lin Chen, do you know what price you have to pay for getting entangled with me?"

She tilted her head slightly, her lips grazing his jawline.

Leaving behind a cool sensation, her fingers gently pinched his earlobe.

Her tone was full of drunken impulsiveness and provocation.

He lowered his head, his lips almost pressed against her earlobe.

His warm breath carried a husky voice.

Word by word, he teased her:

"Don't talk about two prices; even if there were ten or a hundred, I'd take them all."

His fingertips rubbed against her exposed waist, giving it a light scratch.

Watching her whole body tremble slightly, the affection in his eyes grew deeper.

"But in the future, you won't be the only one in my sight!"

Lin Chen didn't want to just follow the other person's rhythm.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to satisfy me alone!"

Zhao Mengyao's eyes curved into crescent moons as she smiled.

"Oh? That means I've picked up a treasure!"

"You're quite something!"

The alcohol caused a faint blush to bloom on her cheeks.

The sweetness and satisfaction in her heart were about to overflow.

The alcohol made her straightforward and soft; she no longer wanted to hide her expectations, only wanting to be cherished and pampered by him.

She reached out to hook her arms around his waist, her fingers lightly clutching his clothes.

She pressed her body completely against him, the softness of her chest tight against his torso.

Her body swayed slightly as if she couldn't stand steadily.

Leaning entirely into his embrace, her voice carried a bit of lazy allure,

And the softness of intoxication:

"At least you're sensible."

Her fingertips lightly traced his Adam's apple, watching it roll.

She deliberately leaned in close to his lips but didn't kiss him.

Her nose lightly brushed against his lips.

Her other hand gently caressed his cheek, her tone full of drunken bluntness and anticipation.

"Then be a bit more proactive. I want to taste... the feeling of being loved by you."

The anticipation in her heart grew stronger and stronger, hoping he would take more initiative.

Hoping this ambiguity would have a more passionate conclusion.

Lin Chen's Adam's apple rolled even more violently.

His breath was so hot it felt like it would melt her; the alcohol added a touch of urgency to his movements.

It also made him completely cast aside all concerns.

Love and possessiveness intertwined in his heart; he only wanted to hold her tightly in his arms.

To show her through his actions.

He raised his hand to grab her ponytail.

He gently pulled her head closer.

His fingertips accidentally brushed against her cheek.

Nose pressed to nose.

His other hand firmly gripped her waist.

Not letting her sway in the slightest.

His tone was burning and affectionate:

"As you wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, his fingertips gently caressed her cheek.

Rubbing it repeatedly, his movements were gentle yet carried a hint of urgency.

His forehead was pressed tightly against hers.

Then he kissed her directly.

Amidst the noisy music and under the dim neon lights, the two of them embraced and shared a deep kiss.

It started with light touches, then under the blur of alcohol,

Zhao Mengyao began to extend her nimble tongue to explore.

Lin Chen thought to himself:

Since you're giving me the chance, I won't hesitate anymore.

"Come, I'll take you somewhere."

Without waiting for her answer,

He then led her to a slightly secluded restroom area.

"Slow down..."

Zhao Mengyao's steps were a bit stumbling, and she couldn't keep up.

Yet a blurred smile played at the corners of her mouth.

Taking advantage of the lack of people,

Lin Chen quickly pulled her into a stall in the Men's Restroom.

He reached back and locked the door.

Then the two of them began to embrace and kiss frantically.

Under the stimulation of alcohol.

In the quiet environment.

The two became even bolder.

Four hands explored each other.

Moving toward the places they each desired...

The sound of panting continued to emerge.

...

Finally, only the rustling sound of clothes falling could be heard.

Slowly, it turned into hurried, high-pitched...

Suppressed gasps...

Mixed with the faint singing drifting from the distant KTV Private Rooms.

The door to the restroom area was pushed open with a "creak."

The stall door was as thin as paper; the subtle movements coming from inside,

No matter how low they were kept, could be heard clearly by those outside.

A man leaning against the sink had an unfinished cigarette dangling from his mouth.

The sparks on the cigarette butt flickered, and ashes fell onto the water-stained countertop.

He squinted his eyes, his ears unconsciously leaning toward the stall.

His Adam's apple moved, his tone full of undisguised envy.

His voice wasn't kept low, just loud enough for the two people waiting at the neighboring stall door to hear:

"Hey, did you guys hear that?"

"With that noise, I wonder which kid scored tonight!"

He raised his voice and muttered:

"Holy crap, this guy is a pro!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a stall door diagonally opposite was pushed open with a "creak."

A man in a floral shirt bent over to fasten his belt.

His face still carried a bit of the laziness of just having released himself.

He walked out slowly and casually pressed the flush button on the toilet.

"Whoosh..."

The sound of rushing water roared, yet it couldn't drown out the still-clear movements in the next stall.

Immediately after, a faint "rip" sound came,

Like the sound of clothing rubbing together, carrying a hint of unspeakable ambiguity.

The man in the floral shirt stopped after fastening his belt and raised an eyebrow.

"You can say that again!"

The envy in his tone grew heavier, even carrying a bit of jealousy.

"Damn, it's been almost half an hour, hasn't it?"

"It's still not over. This stamina is just freakish!"

His tone was full of irritation and helplessness.

He rolled his eyes toward the stall:

"Fuck, these sounds are too enticing. It's making it so I can't even take a dump; it's driving me crazy!"

"Hey, stop complaining,"

The man with the cigarette took a drag, smoke slowly puffing out from his nose.

His eyes were full of longing, and he couldn't help but curl his lips.

"If only I had that level, I wouldn't end up finishing so quickly every time and getting laughed at by my bros."

The man in the floral shirt leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

With a playful smile on his face, he couldn't help but whistle:

"He's truly got that 'golden spear' stamina!"

"This brother is really doing us men proud!"

"A full half-hour and he's still fighting. This stamina is top-tier!"

His face was full of confusion and curiosity: "Is the guy inside drinking fake liquor?"

"Otherwise, how could he be so powerful?"

"Usually when I drink, I actually lose all my strength."

The man with the cigarette's eyes lit up, and he quickly followed up with a question, his tone full of urgency.

Lin Chen heard the words outside clearly.

His movements became even more vigorous.

Zhao Mengyao, in her blurred state, heard it too. This was way too stimulating.

"To think my first time would actually be in a bar restroom..."