Chapter 129: Active and Passive

"Ah... yes... lower... ah... that feels so good... yes... right there, apply a bit more pressure..."

The hotel corridor was deathly quiet. It was already midnight, and most of the guests had long since fallen asleep. If someone were to press their ear against the door of Yan Xu’s room at this moment, they would undoubtedly hear the lewd, rhythmic moaning emanating from within. While the sounds clearly came from a man, it was enough to stir up ambiguous fantasies in anyone. One had to remember that it wasn't just a man's advances that could make a woman vocalize in such a way; women, too, possessed many techniques to bring a man to such heights of pleasure, especially through an innate talent for suction.

Whenever Yan Xu traveled abroad, it was his habit to pack a kit of essential medicines. This trip to Spain was no exception. Inside his suitcase was a compact portable medical box, the kind easily found in many Hong Kong pharmacies, filled with common medications and basic supplies for treating minor injuries.

Although the woman had repeatedly urged Yan Xu to go to the hospital, he had stubbornly refused. These were merely external injuries—bruises and contusions without any open wounds. Even at a hospital, there wouldn't be much to do, and he felt it was better to simply apply some medicated oil. In this regard, traditional Chinese medicine was far more convenient than Western methods. Combined with proper massage, while not an instant cure, it provided clear and immediate relief.

Yan Xu lay prone on the bed, stripped to the waist, while the dark-haired beauty sat astride his back, her soft, delicate hands rubbing the medicated oil into his skin. His cries carried a dual meaning: the sharp sting caused by her small hands pressing against his bruised muscles, and the overwhelming pleasure born from the warmth of her soft palms and nimble fingers gliding across his skin. It was truly a case of sweet agony.

With the woman sitting directly on him, her smooth legs curled on either side, she clamped her body tightly against his, her supple skin pressed flush against his own. He could feel every inch of her smoothness. People often claimed the skin of Western women was coarse, but Yan Xu felt nothing of the sort. Because of her height, even with her legs curled, he only had to turn his head slightly to see her smooth knees, every pore of her skin, and the delicate veins hidden beneath her translucent complexion.

In particular, her buttocks, encased in a tight skirt, rested squarely on his thighs. Even through the fabric, Yan Xu could clearly sense their firmness. He had never expected that when he suggested returning to the hotel to apply some oil, this beauty would proactively insist on tagging along. He had had to expend considerable effort explaining the efficacy of Chinese medicated oil, and she had even volunteered to apply it for him—a true testament to the boldness of Western women.

"Alright, turn over," the woman said suddenly, standing up. Her rounded, shapely hips and soft hands left his body.

"Huh?" Caught in the midst of his enjoyment, Yan Xu was startled by her words. At this moment, he dared not turn around. Having just felt the massage of her soft hands and the friction of her rounded hips, and imagining what lay beneath that skirt—perhaps even completely bare—Yan Xu found himself involuntarily aroused. Turning to face her now would be utterly mortifying.

"Hurry up and turn over." Seeing that Yan Xu didn't move, the woman simply grabbed his shoulders to flip him.

"Hah!" Yan Xu braced himself and rolled over. Though he tried his best to pull his hips back, he knew his arousal was painfully obvious. As he lay flat on the bed, he found himself looking directly up at the woman standing over him. Imagine a man lying beneath a woman in a short skirt—what would he see?

This was different from the dim lighting of the bar. The room was illuminated by both the overhead light and the bedside lamp. With the aid of the brightness, the scenery beneath her skirt was fully exposed to Yan Xu’s eyes. A smooth, bare slope of skin.

Yan Xu felt the flames within him roaring, his entire body growing increasingly feverish. A surge of energy rushed to his head, the heat so intense he felt as if it might erupt from his nostrils. As for the part of him that had been slightly suppressed, it now leaped to a new level of rigidity.

The beauty, however, seemed unaware of the impropriety of her stance. Her gaze had been drawn instantly to the bulge between Yan Xu’s legs the moment he turned over; such a protrusion was hard to ignore.

"You are truly strong, and your fire burns quite bright," the woman said, looking at him. A faint blush crossed her face, but she lacked the shyness of a Chinese woman, boldly staring at that spot and examining it carefully.

"Uh!" Faced with such a woman, Yan Xu had no idea how to respond. He couldn't very well say it was because she was exposing herself to him. He had been staring for quite a while, and if he pointed it out now, he would surely be branded a pervert.

"I’ll handle the rest myself," Yan Xu said, keeping his legs tightly pressed together, his face burning with embarrassment.

"No need. Just lie still. I need to finish the massage." She rejected his proposal and knelt down beside him.

Seeing her insistence, Yan Xu simply closed his eyes and lay there. The arousal wasn't going to subside anytime soon, and if she didn't care, then neither would he.

"Ah..." Yan Xu didn't receive the touch of her hands. Instead, he felt a wave of hot breath against his chest, followed by the soft weight of her breasts pressing down. From within that softness, a slick, hot tongue emerged, gliding over his nipple and teasing it playfully.

Stunned by this sensation, Yan Xu opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was her fragrant, dark hair, followed by her beautiful, exquisite face. She was draped over his chest, her rosy lips parted, with a sliver of her crimson tongue darting out to lick his skin.

If Yan Xu didn't know what was happening now, he would have to be truly dim-witted. As a man who had navigated the entertainment industry for years, he was shocked to find himself being seduced. He never imagined that the scenes from legends—where a hero rescues a beauty and is subsequently rewarded with her favors—would actually manifest in his own life.

Feeling Yan Xu’s gaze, the woman slowly lifted her head, her charming eyes filled with desire. Though she pulled back her tongue, a thin, silver thread of saliva lingered between her tongue and his chest.

Seeing her lips drawing near, even a fool would know what to do. He had been involved with many women, but never had he been this intimate with a foreigner.

Her lips were soft and fleshy. As for the act of kissing, there was no real difference between Western and Chinese women; the only distinction was the Western woman’s proactive nature. The moment their lips touched, her smooth, nimble tongue slid into his mouth, her lips sucking and her tongue dancing, pulling his own into her mouth.

Inhaling her fragrance and savoring the taste of her tongue, Yan Xu’s hands climbed onto her body, stroking her smooth legs. His heart trembled, and the fire within burned even more fiercely.

But just as Yan Xu was lost in the pleasure, the proactive tongue retreated, and her soft lips pulled away. Her face was flushed from the heat of the kiss, and she breathed heavily. Still kneeling beside him, she reached up and slipped the straps of her black, tight-fitting dress off her shoulders. As she moved, the dress slid down to her waist, revealing a pair of perfect, magnificent breasts to the air.

He had long sensed that those curves were too much for his hands to encompass, but seeing them fully revealed was even more breathtaking. Her skin was white, flawless, and tender, shimmering with a crystalline luster. Beneath the supple, plump surface, he could see a web of delicate veins—like a naturally formed, beautiful pattern. Topped with the already erect, pinkish-red peaks, they looked like pink diamonds embedded in a masterpiece of art.

At the sight of such splendor, Yan Xu could focus on nothing else. His breathing grew ragged and heavy. He sat up abruptly, embracing the woman, his large hands resting on her delicate back, his face burying itself into her softness, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

The woman threw her head back, her eyes closed, her rosy lips parted as soft moans escaped her. She was thoroughly enjoying his wandering touch and the pleasure his tongue brought to her chest. Her small hands traced a path down his torso, coming to rest at his waist. With nimble fingers, she quickly unfastened his belt...

To be continued...