The dining room was not on Ning Yao's direct route back to her guest room.

It was a question of fate: if she took the other staircase, Wang Zhuo and Siyuan could indulge themselves freely; but if she chose the route past the dining room, she would inevitably witness the scene unfolding within.

This was something Wang Zhuo had anticipated, but he didn't yet have a script for how things would develop afterward.

He'd just have to take it one step at a time!

Ultimately, Ning Yao chose the other staircase, which brought Wang Zhuo a feeling of relief, yet strangely, a touch of regret. Musing on it, he realized he subconsciously desired the thrill of having an audience secretly observing the act.

Perverted? He didn't think so. As the saying goes, satiety breeds lust, and moral standards shift with environment and status. A laborer toiling hard to earn money having intimacy three times a day with his wife would be considered neglecting his duties; but when important figures conduct their affairs with two excited onlookers, it’s called qingqu (romantic flavor/spice).

The "qingqu" that was almost within reach slipped away, causing Wang Zhuo a minor disappointment, though no lingering thoughts followed.

However, just then, the situation shifted. Seizing a brief lull, Siyuan picked up the remote control he'd left on the table and turned on the sound system in the dining room.

A melody drifted out from the restaurant, immediately capturing the attention of Ning Yao, who had just reached the bottom of the stairs. Her steps paused, and she bypassed her guest room, heading instead towards the dining room!

Seeing the entire sequence unfold with his clairvoyance, Wang Zhuo could only smile wryly—could this be an unexpected bonus?

"Tell me, why are there men and women in this world?"

Siyuan was posing that profound question again. She rested her chin gently against the side of Wang Zhuo's thigh, rubbing her fiery "250" against his right cheek with her hand, while her left arm wrapped around his calf from below.

"Because that's how I get to enjoy your little mouth," Wang Zhuo replied with a faint smile, extending his right hand to stroke her soft hair, perfectly blocking her view toward the other side of the dining room.

Precisely at that moment, Ning Yao arrived before the large glass window of the dining room. She immediately saw the scene inside and her steps came to an abrupt halt!

The young girl, luxuriating in Wang Zhuo’s touch, was as pliant as a languid kitten: "I'm the best one, right?"

"Of course, you are the best," Wang Zhuo lightly tapped the tip of her nose. Though he said it, he was secretly comparing her to An Qi.

He was surprised to find that the pleasure the two women brought him was distinct in its excellence; An Qi was definitely a latecomer who proved superior, especially in her unmatched stamina—likely more than Qi Fei and Guan Yingying combined could manage.

Encouraged, Siyuan happily murmured, jumped up, kissed Wang Zhuo's cheek, and then knelt back down, serving him with redoubled effort.

She noticed Wang Zhuo’s reactions intensifying. She shot him a seductive smile, then held her breath, closed her eyes, and slowly, firmly, went all the way.

In the tight climax of sensation, Wang Zhuo almost suffocated. He slightly closed his eyes and let out a long, satisfying sigh.

Ning Yao outside the window was completely stunned!

When she came downstairs, she was wearing thin, disposable guest slippers; the soft terrycloth soles made no sound on the floor. The hallway was tiled, so there was no fear of her footsteps being heard.

Furthermore, music was playing in the dining room, so she only exposed herself slightly at the window before quickly retracting, fully believing the two inside hadn't noticed her!

She stood near the window, where a potted gladiolus was conveniently placed, perfectly framing Wang Zhuo and Siyuan's side profiles. It was about three meters away—an ideal vantage point. Unless Wang Zhuo or Siyuan were staring directly in her direction, they wouldn't detect her presence.

Her heart hammered like a drum. Ning Yao found it hard to comprehend: she was still in the villa, yet these two were engaging in daylight intimacy, in a room only ten meters from the client suite she was using—just down the corridor and around one bend!

Was this Wang Zhuo some sort of demon consumed by lust...?

As Ning Yao pondered, she couldn't help but sneak another look. Today seemed different from last time. The previous occasion, Wang Zhuo and that mysterious woman seemed to be performing, showcasing various techniques; but this time, he sat leisurely, purely enjoying himself.

Ning Yao certainly didn't consider giving a man oral pleasure an enjoyable act. As a fish knows not the joy of the fish, Siyuan's current enjoyment was beyond her imagination.

So, she felt Wang Zhuo's actions were rather base. Siyuan was just a young girl still relatively naive about love and passion; for him to act this way felt somewhat predatory.

But very quickly, she noticed something strange: the hands Wang Zhuo used to gently toy with Siyuan's earlobes exerted no force, meaning there was no element of command or coercion between them. The girl was active and willing?!

She couldn't understand it... the Movie Queen was perplexed. Was that act really so compelling?

It felt like a century had passed, and they still hadn't finished! Ning Yao was getting anxious, thinking, couldn't they switch things up?

It seemed someone had picked up on the Movie Queen's expectation. She saw him gently pat the girl's head, and the latter immediately understood, lifting her head with a smile radiating across her face.

Ning Yao clenched her legs tightly, supporting herself with her right hand on the windowsill, while her left hand unconsciously rubbed her swelling chest. She stared intently at Wang Zhuo’s imposing erection, swallowing the saliva pooling in her mouth, fantasizing about the sensation of possessing such a massive thing; the core of her thighs was already flowing hot.

Siyuan had removed the covering beneath her skirt, placed her left foot on a chair, braced her hands on the table, arching her rear provocatively—from Ning Yao's angle, her springtime beauty was completely unobstructed.

The mystery of a young