About half an hour later, Wang Zhuo called it quits. For him, the duration felt just right, but for He Ye, it had been a prolonged baptism; the muscles in her tongue and cheeks were left aching with numbness.
Seeing him comfortably and contentedly pulling up his trousers, He Ye asked in a lingering, slightly resentful voice, “Are you satisfied?”
“Satisfied, extremely satisfied…” Wang Zhuo chuckled, patting her cheek a few times, casually wiping away the glistening moisture near her lips.
He Ye managed a wry smile. They sat side-by-side on the edge of the bed, her head leaning gently against Wang Zhuo’s shoulder. The heat in her body had not yet subsided.
Her inner thighs were thoroughly soaked, warm as if she had wet herself. Her limbs felt weak, incapable of mustering strength, and the lingering taste of masculinity still clung to her mouth. The emotions churning inside her were indescribable—sweet, sour, salty, soft, and utterly strange.
But at least there was no bitterness, a stark contrast to the time she was violated by Yang Feng.
Yang Feng, a man who appeared outwardly pious and amiable, yet was deeply perverse at his core. And what about Wang Zhuo? When he was intimate with girls, he also seemed drawn to the peculiar. Was he perhaps also a little twisted?
Beneath her sense of grievance, He Ye harbored a spark of anger. Wang Zhuo hadn't even given her a first kiss, yet he treated her with such casual disrespect here. Although she didn't internally reject this kind of game, she still felt Wang Zhuo was too domineering, too excessive.
Never mind the lack of formal status, there hadn't even been hand-holding or kissing. At the very least, he should have teased and aroused her first, like he did with Xu Chu, to build up the mood. Wasn't this just bullying?
Feeling increasingly suffocated by the injustice, He Ye couldn't help but ask, “Wang Zhuo, why are you so fixated on this kind of thing?”
“Which kind of thing?” Wang Zhuo was still basking in the afterglow of pleasure. Though he hadn't fully released, he was perfectly content, especially since his partner was the universally adored campus beauty.
“Oral,” He Ye stated plainly. “You treated Xu Chu the same way last time, and now it’s me. I suspect you do this to every girl, right?” “Yes, I like it very much, incredibly much,” Wang Zhuo answered honestly, then countered, “Why the sudden question?”
He Ye gathered her courage, thinking that since she had provided the service and felt satisfied, speaking her mind now wouldn't likely provoke him. She asked in a low voice, “Is this particular hobby of yours… abnormal?”
Wang Zhuo scratched his head, caught between laughter and tears: “Abnormal? Where is it abnormal? Don’t most people play like this?”
“But I feel like you’re obsessed, and this is your only objective.” He Ye swallowed hard and ventured boldly, “Isn’t that a little twisted?”
“Twisted?”
That word carried weight! Wang Zhuo was momentarily stunned. After a brief pause, a gentle smile spread across his face. “If you hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn't have ever considered the question. Twisted? Perhaps a little. Do you want to know why?”
He Ye had been anxiously awaiting his reaction. Seeing that he wasn't angry, but rather seemed pleased to have settled a matter in his own mind, she immediately felt a wave of relief.
“Of course I want to know,” she chuckled, adding with a touch of self-mockery, “After being bullied by you for so long, how could I not want to know the reason?”
“Heh,” Wang Zhuo laughed, standing up. “This story is long—like a child whose mother is absent. Let’s change locations first, and I’ll tell you slowly then.”
He Ye was eager to leave this precarious spot. She immediately agreed, then remembered a question: “Is Xu Chu coming with us?”
Wang Zhuo had told her before he zipped up that Xu Chu was waiting outside and wouldn't return until called. This revelation of Wang Zhuo's mastery over women left He Ye utterly astonished and completely impressed.
“Of course she is,” Wang Zhuo grinned slyly. “You two will have to get along well from now on. We have a long future ahead.”
“I…” He Ye felt a chill. If this wasn't a joke, was this how the rest of her life would be ruined?
Before she could properly state her position, Wang Zhuo gently tapped her head and laughed, “Stop guessing. I’m not that kind of scumbag who preys on women.”
With apprehension and doubt trailing her, He Ye maintained a safe distance of twenty centimeters from Wang Zhuo as they exited the library staff lounge.
The corridor was thankfully empty. She felt a slight easing of tension, unaware that Wang Zhuo had already used his X-ray vision to calculate the timing, knowing that leaving seconds earlier or later would have resulted in them being seen.
He Ye then noticed that Wang Zhuo was holding a manila envelope, seemingly containing a stack of papers. She wondered why he brought such a package to the library.
As if sensing her curiosity, Wang Zhuo paused and casually handed her the envelope. “This is for you to look at. Hold onto it for now, but don’t open it yet.”
He Ye took the envelope, utterly bewildered, cradling it with both hands as she walked alongside him.
As they entered the reading room, Xu Chu, seated near the entrance, heard their footsteps. Seeing Wang Zhuo and He Ye approach, she offered a faint smile, rose to slot her book back onto the shelf, picked up her drink bag from the table, and quickly moved to meet them.
Wang Zhuo said nothing; a single glance conveyed his intention. Thus, the three of them moved in single file through the reading room aisles and quietly walked out.
Although the majority of students were absorbed in their studies, the sight of Instructor Wang strolling past with two campus beauties still drew the attention of a few. Especially He Ye, usually so poised and calm, seemed unnervingly distracted and tense today. There was clearly something fishy going on!
Immediately, a sharp-eyed girl grabbed her phone from the desk and attempted a candid shot of the three prominent figures from the side, planning to share this major gossip with her roommates later—proof in hand meant truth confirmed!
Click!
Wang Zhuo happened to pause just as she was taking the photo, turning his body slightly to glance at the bookshelf beside him.
Then he continued forward, quickly exiting the reading room.
The girl stared miserably at the captured photo. It only showed Wang Zhuo’s back and the nape of his neck. He Ye and Xu Chu, distracted by Wang Zhuo’s movement, had both turned their heads, leaving only dimly visible profiles of their ears in the shot!
“Did you get it? Send me a copy fast,” her companion beside her whispered excitedly.
“I got the backs of three heads. Xu Chu’s figure is recognizable, and He Ye’s backside gives a rough idea,” the girl replied with a wry smile. “But Instructor Wang was moving, so I only captured a blur.”
As he walked out of the reading room, a faint smile played on Wang Zhuo’s lips. Secret photography was everywhere; thankfully, his X-ray vision provided protection. Otherwise, life would be unbearable!
On the Medical University campus, no one knew where Yang Feng had gone. Students and faculty only knew that after being beaten by Wang Zhuo, he had casually attended classes for a few days before suddenly vanishing.
Wang Zhuo, meanwhile, remained unscathed and continued his carefree existence.
As fellow prominent figures on campus, busybodies had long compared Wang Zhuo and Yang Feng: one, a scion from a powerful Beijing family, a dragon crossing the river; the other, a dominant local figure in Jiangzhou, a newly established local potentate.
In terms of background, the Yang family had held high status since the founding of the nation, maintaining political influence for four generations. Wang Zhuo’s backing, the Qin family, boasted not only a political titan but also the rapidly rising young star, Qin Xue, who held supreme authority in Jiangzhou.
All comparisons suggested Yang Feng held a slight edge because he was evenly matched with Wang Zhuo in Jiangzhou. Outside that small patch of land, Wang Zhuo was supposedly no match for him.
Yet, after two years of apparent peace, the result of their fierce collision had stunned everyone. Yang Feng, who was generally favored, had disappeared without a trace. And campus beauty He Ye, whom everyone assumed had fallen into Yang Feng’s embrace, was now seen entering and exiting Wang Zhuo’s dormitory building!
Furthermore, Yang Feng’s two loyal followers, Yu Qing and Yao Yuwen, had also evaporated. This outcome made everything clear: Instructor Wang had won the clash completely unscathed, and very likely, secured the beauty. He Ye was set to flourish on campus for three years, while the graduating Young Master Yang retreated, likely never to appear on the same campus as Wang Zhuo again.
Night fell.
A discreetly luxurious Mercedes-Benz coach stopped quietly by the bank of the Huangpu River. Its polished paint gleamed under the reflection of the neon lights.
If you looked closely, you’d notice this vehicle was a head taller than a standard coach; it was, in fact, an RV.
A couple driving a powerful and wild Hummer parked behind this ‘coach.’ After they stripped off their clothes in an intimate embrace, they discovered that the upper-story windows at the rear of the RV offered a clear, panoramic view of everything happening inside their Hummer.
“Damn it…”
The handsome man swore in frustration and scrambled back into the driver's seat, his clothes disheveled.
The beauty suggested, “Let’s drive in front of them. Our rear window has a reflective film.”
The handsome man immediately thought it was a brilliant idea and happily agreed. After starting the car, he maneuvered toward the front of the RV.
But they soon realized with disappointment that in front of the Mercedes RV, there was already a long queue of cars parked for 'car-shagging' sessions; there was no way to cut into the line!
The campus beauties were unaware this was the notorious ‘Car Shagging Road.’ They were excitedly examining the materials Wang Zhuo had provided them.
A chain of one hundred beauty salons, focusing on the flagship product, ‘Regrowth’ hair removal treatment, covering more than thirty major and medium cities nationwide. The initial project investment was three hundred million yuan, with plans to expand into the international market in the future.
And they two were the project partners Wang Zhuo had selected!
The provided documentation contained detailed analyses of market prospects, initial investment versus returns, and future growth potential. This was a market valued in the hundreds of billions, promising limitless wealth!
“Wang Zhuo, you are so generous,” He Ye was stunned by the offer of twenty percent of the founding shares. Wang Zhuo was indeed wealthy, but this gesture was immense. Did she and Xu Chu truly deserve such a massive gift?
“I believe you are worth this price,” Wang Zhuo smiled slightly. This wasn't mere flattery. While the campus beauties didn't fully grasp why he said this yet, they would soon find out.
This was indeed a large sum of money, but this product was merely a derivative of a weight-loss product. Honestly, Wang Zhuo didn't think much of it. Once the weight-loss product was successfully developed, it would be a behemoth surpassing Microsoft or Google. Coca-Cola and McDonald's? They could go find a corner to doodle in!