Chapter 6: Lewd Cruise (5)
After coming once, Xing Ye was still not satisfied.
It was as if he'd grown addicted to this new girl called Ji Ning. Just hearing her murmur, "You're amazing," made his just-spent cock harden again.
Before Ji Ning could fully come back to her senses, Xing Ye had her lie down, entered her from the side, and thrust straight into her flower's core. Her plump buttocks shivered nonstop from the impacts, lewd, wet slapping sounds coming from where they joined.
She was so embarrassed she couldn't help but clamp her legs together.
Xing Ye, who'd always had excellent self-control, felt a rush of heat from that clamp and nearly lost his grip on his release. As punishment, he lightly slapped a palm against her bottom. "Be good. Don't clamp me right now."
Ji Ning didn't know why, but she obediently loosened her crossed legs.
That slap hadn't hurt at all—it was a numbing, tingly sensation, even a little pleasant.
Right away, Xing Ye lifted one of her legs and kept her in a shameful pose like a little dog peeing while he slowly ground and teased her, then pounded her like a pile driver.
Ji Ning was tormented to the brink of death, climaxing again and again. She even tore the bedsheet in front of her.
It wasn't until Ji Ning started begging for mercy that Xing Ye focused on ramming a particular tender patch of her flesh, pistoning his waist and hips rapidly, crashing into her over and over, until pleasure shot straight to his brain, wave after wave of heat. Only then did he drain himself out, satisfied.
Seeing Ji Ning was too tired to move, Xing Ye knew it was time to lie down.
But the sheet was soaked in several places and no longer fit to sleep on. He put on his underwear, pressed the service bell, and called for someone to bring towels and change the bedding.
Ji Ning was held in his arms, wrapped in his windbreaker, her whole body now tinged with his cool, crisp cedarwood men's cologne.
After the attendant left, they wiped themselves clean, lay back down, and cuddled together like a real couple, sharing a pillow.
After doing it, Ji Ning felt much more familiar with Xing Ye. Even when he was still stern-faced without smiling, she was no longer afraid of him.
Nestled against Xing Ye's solid arm, Ji Ning quietly asked him, "Xing Ye, can I ask how many worlds you've been through?"
"Five. This is the sixth," Xing Ye replied, then asked back, "Why don't you ask me what hint Werewolf Game gave?"
The hint—of course Ji Ning was curious.
But this was a survival game about life and death. Casually asking someone about a clue they'd obtained through hard work—she didn't have the gall.
"[See Through the Mist to the Truth]," Xing Ye saw through her thoughts and, without waiting for her to answer, told her directly. "That's the hint."
The mysterious clue hint was thus obtained, just like that. Ji Ning was astonished by Xing Ye's generosity.
She looked as if she'd just taken enormous advantage of him. Xing Ye laughed at her naivety. "We're teamed up. You're my teammate. I'll do my best to help you."
At the mention of teaming up, Ji Ning recalled Xing Ye's conflict with No. 9 Ye Jiaming that afternoon and asked curiously, "Did you choose me because you're on bad terms with No. 9?"
"Yes, but not entirely." Xing Ye's expression turned cold. "You're a newcomer without any clues to rely on. His picking you had no reason behind it—most likely he was planning to deceive and exploit you. I can't stand him because I've seen him get a newbie killed."
Ji Ning quickly understood. "No. 2 and No. 4 are both in Werewolf Faction and have clues. No. 9 doesn't have a clue, yet he chose me first—his motives are definitely not clean. Good thing you were there. Thank you, Xing Ye."
Xing Ye looked at the light shimmering in Ji Ning's eyes and felt grateful he still possessed a conscience, that he had meddled in that extra bit of business.
If he'd met Ji Ning in the real world, he figured he'd have been smitten too, maybe even become boyfriend and girlfriend.
But in this survival game, where people weren't treated as people, leaving this instance world—whether they would meet again was anyone's guess. And who knew how long either of them would stay alive?
Even if he liked her, he had to bury it deep in his heart.
A trace of cold self-mockery flickered through Xing Ye's eyes.
But then seeing Ji Ning smile sweetly at him, he suppressed those feelings and patted her on the head. "Once you've rested enough, we'll head down. Need to gather more information."
Ji Ning nodded, then thought about how she had basically just been passively enjoying herself earlier, and asked him, "What about you? Are you okay? You've had to work much harder than me."
"Me?" Xing Ye chuckled, and his abs involuntarily flexed in a rippling motion. "I'm perfectly fine. Want to test me again?"
The cool guy was radiating male charisma from head to toe. Ji Ning swallowed and couldn't help pressing her thighs together.
Though she was indeed a little tempted, she refused him. "Business first. Let me recover a bit more and we'll go down."
She had wanted to say they should go down right now, but the moment she moved she felt her legs were weak and sore. Pathetically, she still needed to lie down a while longer.
Xing Ye, though not fully sated, indulged her. Besides, seeing her in this state—so thoroughly fucked she couldn't get out of bed—made him feel pretty satisfied inside.
After Ji Ning had rested enough, they both got dressed and left the small room.
Ji Ning had gradually found the feel for playing an escort girl. She nestled into Xing Ye's embrace, half her chest pressing against him, her hand occasionally feeling up his pectorals.
Xing Ye also wrapped an arm around her waist, his palm resting on the outer curve of her beautiful bottom.
The two of them looked exactly like a pair of lascivious cheaters who'd already hooked up, blending perfectly into this open sex party.
Once they were out in the cool breeze, Ji Ning remembered their real business and leaned close to Xing Ye's ear to ask, "No. 7 is dead, so what happens to the No. 3 guy she was paired with?"
Xing Ye answered, "He can still act the part with an NPC. But when there's a choice, it's usually player paired with player."
"That's good." Ji Ning thought for a moment and added, "Yeah, those NPCs always feel kind of eerie."
The two of them reached the first deck. Ji Ning felt her swimsuit bottoms were sticky and uncomfortable and wanted to change into something else.
She let go of Xing Ye and explained, "I'm going to change clothes, I'll be right back."
Xing Ye nodded. "It's chilly at night. Put on a jacket."
Ji Ning gave him a lingering, cloying look, then turned and click-clacked away on her high heels toward the cabins.
She returned to her "spawn point" and opened the wardrobe that had been in front of her earlier. She'd remembered correctly—there were indeed several swimsuits left.
Ji Ning picked a white cross-neck halter bikini with a little floral lace trim around the bottoms. It suited her temperament perfectly.
After changing into the bikini, Ji Ning grabbed a white sheer chiffon jacket adorned with three-dimensional butterflies and draped it over herself. She'd noticed that the other beauties didn't seem to feel the cold and none wore outerwear. She was afraid that dressing too covered up would be out of character.
Very good. She'd now etched "no OOC" into her very DNA.
Once dressed, she redid the bun that had gotten messed up during sex. As she walked out, Ji Ning replayed the knowledge she'd learned from Xing Ye in her mind.
But after stepping out of the cabin, she heard faint crying.
Ji Ning immediately went on high alert.
To Ji Ning, this wasn't the real world; it was like a movie or a game, with its own plot and progression.
So everything out of the ordinary had to be taken seriously.
She followed the sound of the crying to a room, pushed open the door, and saw an escort beauty also dressed in a bikini, crouched and sobbing in the corner of a wardrobe.
Not a player. It was an NPC!
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