Fuck it.
If shit went sideways, he'd just tank the "social death," respawn, and run it back. Way easier than trying to rebuild the whole damn mood from scratch.
With that absolute bombshell standing in front of him, Li Bin's brain was drowning in lust—raw, pulsing, filthy need. His head was spinning with nasty thoughts: sneaking into Qiao Shanshan's house, bending her over, pounding her tight little cunt while her massive, snowy tits bounced in his hands. The feel of that silky skin sliding between his fingers—it was driving him insane.
Even if he had to force it, he was gonna fuck Qiao Shanshan tonight. His cock was rock hard and his mind was gone.
"Shanshan! Don't you get lonely?" he growled. "Your husband cheats without a second thought, and you're still clinging to chastity like it means something? Why torture yourself?"
His voice dropped, husky and intense.
"You want it—I can see it in your eyes. He doesn't give a fuck about you, but I will. He can't make you feel alive, but I can. I'll give you everything—my heat, my cock, my damn soul. Stop fighting it. Stop lying to yourself. Let go!"
He stepped forward, slow and deliberate.
Qiao Shanshan's eyes darted away, panic flickering across her face, but it was too late. Li Bin grabbed her and yanked her into his arms, crashing his mouth onto hers with a rough, desperate kiss.
One hand locked around the back of her neck, tight. The other clamped her slim waist, pulling her against his chest like she belonged there.
"Mmm! Li Bin, no! Mmm! Let go!... We can't—Mmm!"
She squirmed and writhed in his grip, pushing against him with her trembling hands. Her soft, slender body shook as she tried to resist.
But Li Bin didn't give a fuck anymore.
His tongue pushed past her lips, hot and wet, invading her mouth, swirling and grinding against hers. Slick, aggressive, hungry.
"Mmm... No! Mmm! We shouldn't! Not like this..."
"Li Bin—!"
"Stop! We both have families—!"
"Please, don't—Mmm! Don't be so reckless!"
But her protests were fading.
Her body, stiff and panicked at first, started to melt. She was shaking, but not from fear anymore.
To Li Bin, it was crystal clear: her struggling was just teasing now. The way her mouth opened under his, the heat in her breath, the way her body bucked beneath him—it wasn't rejection. It was fucking foreplay.
He shoved her onto the nearby couch and climbed on top, his weight pressing her down, pinning her in place.
His lips crashed into hers again, tongue plunging deep, twisting and devouring like he wanted to own her.
Her taste was sweet—too fucking sweet. He couldn't stop. He sucked her soft tongue into his mouth, swirling it around, slurping like a starving man.
"Mmm..." she moaned, breathless.
Her lashes fluttered. That scared, flustered look turned hazy with heat. A deep flush bloomed across her pale, flawless face.
"Mmm! No! This is wrong!... Mmm! Ah! We shouldn't...!"
She gasped, her voice shaky—torn between guilt and burning arousal.
Her arms slapped at his chest, but there was no strength left in them. One second she was pushing him, the next, clutching his shirt. Her legs twisted under him, not to get away—but to get closer.
To Li Bin, it was the hottest fucking thing he'd ever seen.
He didn't care about consequences anymore.
He was going to fuck this perfect woman. Shove his cock deep into her tight cunt, cover her with kisses, bury his face in those big, soft tits, and unload every last drop of cum into her—claim her, ruin her.
Unless the system triggered a forced respawn, he wasn't stopping.
He leaned down, dragging his lips to her ear. His tongue flicked over her lobe, teasing, licking, then blowing hot breath right into her ear canal.
Her body jerked.
"Mmm! H-Hah—no!... That tickles!... It's so itchy...!"
"Too itchy! Mmm... Haah—stop! Let go! Haah...!"
Her voice was trembling—half sob, half moan. She was still resisting with her words, but her body was already his.