Slept with by someone

In his hazy state, Meng Huai felt as though he had wrapped his arms around something soft and wonderfully comfortable. Then he seemed to enter something, feeling wave after wave of warmth.

When he opened his eyes the next morning, he saw a stark white ceiling. His surroundings were unfamiliar, and his nose tickled, as though something was brushing against it.

Meng Huai instinctively lowered his head and received quite a shock. Right beneath his chin was a head of tousled hair—and, of course, not just a head, but a shapely body below it.

She nuzzled into his arms, seemingly still half asleep. A moment later, however, she appeared to realize what was happening and abruptly pushed herself upright.

Before him was a very beautiful young woman—or rather, a beautiful career woman, since an ordinary girl would hardly possess such poise.

The woman had long, straight black hair and skin as fair as snow. She stared at him, her expression changing rapidly, as though she was about to scream.

Meng Huai reacted swiftly, pulling her into his arms and kissing her on the mouth, cutting off her scream.

The woman stared with wide, beautiful eyes, tears swirling in them. As he kissed her, she seemed to go completely numb.

Meng Huai let out a long, ragged breath before pulling his mouth away. He whispered in her ear, "I don't know what happened either, but please don't scream. It won't do either of us any good!"

The woman calmed down and nodded at him. Then, when he let his guard down, she kicked him off the bed.

She covered herself with the sheet, and both of them noticed the red stain on the bed. To his surprise, this had been her first time. Now he was really in trouble.

Through gritted teeth, the woman said, "What exactly happened last night? Why are you here? Why was I in bed with you, doing something like that?"

Meng Huai scratched his head. "Believe me or not, I honestly don't know. All I remember is drinking too much last night, then blacking out. Don't tell me you drank too much too!"

The woman shook her head. "I've always been very disciplined. There's no way I would drink too much. Besides, even when I do drink, I go somewhere upscale. I would never hang around in a bar!"

She was clearly a formidable career woman. Once she regained her composure, her thoughts became remarkably clear. She quickly sorted through them, certain that there was more to this than met the eye.

One sat on the bed while the other sat on the floor. They looked at each other, struggling to recall what had actually happened.

Meng Huai hesitated before saying, "I think I remember a little. After I got drunk, I was wandering down the road alone. A sports car stopped in front of me, and then I was pulled inside.

"We were going to do it in the car, but it was just too cramped. Then we came here. From start to finish, you were actually the one who jumped me!"

The woman remembered too. She had been driving along when, for some unknown reason, she suddenly lost all control of herself. All she wanted was to find someone to ravish her.

Then she had spotted this drunk. Normally, she would never have given him a second glance, but in that moment, she could not control herself. She had found him irresistibly attractive.

What followed had happened exactly as he described. She had actually jumped this drunk, willingly letting him feast on the virginity she had guarded for more than twenty years.

She drew a deep breath, finding it utterly unbelievable. She was a renowned career woman who had dismissed countless suitors from prestigious families. How could something like this have happened?

Meng Huai hesitated. "Whatever happened, you gave your first time to me, and I'll take responsibility for you. My name is Meng Huai. What's your—"

The young woman stood up angrily, wrapping the sheet around herself. "Last night was nothing but an accident," she said coldly. "From now on, we're strangers. There's no need to—"

Before she could finish, the same feeling from the night before surged through her again. The man before her suddenly seemed as handsome as Pan An or Song Yu. She gently rubbed her smooth legs together, longing for him to ravish her again.

Seeing her suddenly flush with alluring beauty, Meng Huai was startled. He forgot everything else, sprang up from the floor, and rushed straight to her.

The young woman gazed at him dreamily, her face flushed and her eyes full of desire. "My name is Yun Zimo," she cooed. "I really like you, handsome. Won't you keep me company? Please?"

Meng Huai swallowed hard. In truth, she was not the only one who had been a virgin. In all his thirty years, he had never been intimate with a woman either. How could he withstand such temptation?

Meng Huai suddenly drew a deep breath and forcibly steadied his mind. His hands swiftly formed a ritual seal, then pressed against her chest.

His hands slowly slid upward along her smooth skin. Everything beneath his fingers was soft and silky. This was truly a test of his self-control, and several times he nearly lost his grip on it.

At last, his fingers reached her chin. His hands changed seals again, opening her mouth, and he finally drew a tiny pink insect out of it.

He grabbed a teacup and put the insect inside, then traced a talisman on the bottom of the cup before setting it upside down on the table.

Yun Zimo seemed to wake from a dream. Seeing that they were once again completely naked before each other, her expression changed rapidly, and she looked ready to scream again.

Meng Huai resorted to the same trick, sweeping her into his arms and giving her another deep French kiss. He managed to stifle her scream again, though what excuse did he have for slipping his tongue in?

Yun Zimo regained her composure. By now, she knew something was wrong. How could she have lost control twice? There had to be something going on that she knew nothing about!

Meng Huai coughed. "Although we've already been intimate and seen everything there is to see, we should still show a little restraint. Let's get dressed first!"

Yun Zimo glared fiercely at him and kicked the torn clothes on the floor aside. Fortunately, this was her home, so she had plenty of clothes to change into.

Yun Zimo walked over to the wardrobe and took out a few things. As the man had said, he had already seen everything anyway. What difference would a few more looks make?

A little later, Yun Zimo emerged again in a standard business suit. She looked even more beautiful, and exceedingly alluring.

Meng Huai had merely thrown on a pair of loose shorts and was fiddling with the teacup. The tiny insect kept crawling around inside, but could not find a way out.

Meng Huai looked at Yun Zimo with a chuckle, turning the teacup in his hand as though he intended to negotiate terms.