I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!-Chapter 14: Bonking Time!*

"Fuck!" Zhao Yiming cursed under his breath as he saw the quest that damn dog deity threw at him.

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[New Quest Triggered!]

[New Quest: Bonking Time!]

[Objective: Have sexxx!!!]

Easy Mode – Straight and goal!

("Yes, let's have sex," and both of you will go at it!)

[Success Rate: 100%]

Medium Mode – Teasing time~

("Oh really?" smirk and grind your leg against her pussy!)

[Success Rate: 100%]

Hard Mode – Old Lao Chen Style

(Push her down, grind against her pussy, and whisper the classic cringe Lao Chen line:

"You are the most beautiful woman in this world...")

[Success Rate: 100%]

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'Why the hell is every success rate 100%? Did the god bless me or something?!'

[Shut up and choose!!! Isn't this the perfect time to get revenge on Jin Haolong???]

Zhao Yiming's eyes widened—damn, that bastard was right. This wasn't just about lust. This was revenge, sweet, spicy, messy revenge.

Of course, he knew this was dirty work—and to be honest, he actually liked Su Meilin. But hey, she agreed herself. No reason to hesitate, right?

From the quest descriptions alone, he could tell: no matter what, he was ending up balls deep tonight.

Without overthinking, Zhao Yiming shoved her sideways and crawled on top of her.

His hands pinned her slim arms down, while his knee slid between her legs, grinding hard against her crotch, making her body tremble.

"Mr. Zhao—!" Su Meilin gasped, her cheeks flaming from his sudden boldness.

"Ssshhh, Meilin... Don't call me that," he smirked down at her.

"Aren't we about to have sex? Call me properly. Call me with love."

She turned her head away in embarrassment, which only made him harder. She still had the bashfulness of a pure jasmine flower after all.

"Yiming..." she whispered, so soft he almost didn't catch it, but it was enough to make his chest burn.

He quickly shook his head—Focus! Revenge! Quest!

Leaning close to her ear, Zhao Yiming whispered in his best "sexy" voice:

"Meilin... You are the most beautiful woman in this world. Even the goddess of beauty would bow her head to you... Of course, a lowly man like me would crave to make love to you... Only a fool would refuse..."

He was ready for her to turn beet red, maybe even cry out in shame—but instead, Su Meilin laughed, covering her mouth as she tried to suppress her giggles.

Now he was the one blushing.

But then she cupped his face gently, her eyes warm.

"You're not lowly, Yiming," she whispered. "You're silly, you're fun, and I like it."

Before he could say anything, she pulled him into a soft kiss.

At first, Zhao Yiming froze—but then instinct took over. He sucked on her lips, nibbling lightly on the bottom one, making her whimper softly.

His tongue slipped inside her mouth, savoring her taste, twirling and playing with hers in a wet, messy, desperate kiss.

Meanwhile, notifications from the God of Richness & Love spammed him like crazy—but he ignored them, closing his eyes and drowning in the moment.

"Hhnnngh~ Yiming..."

Su Meilin moaned against his lips as she felt his knee grind against her pussy, pressing deliciously on her clit. Her panties were soaked now, no question.

His hands moved on their own, sliding up her dress, popping open the buttons one by one until he found her soft breasts underneath.

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He cupped them, squeezed them gently, then teased her nipple between his fingers, making her gasp into his mouth.

"Ahhh! Yiming, you bad~" she smirked breathlessly, her hands pulling him closer.

They lost themselves like that, kissing deeply, and hungrily, lost in time.

Finally, when they pulled apart, a string of saliva still connected their lips, and both of them panted, trying to catch their breath.

"As expected of someone as handsome as you, you're good at it," Su Meilin giggled.

"Well, I'm experienced," Zhao Yiming shrugged, feeling a bit smug.

After all, with an old man's soul inside, this kind of thing wasn't exactly new to him.

"Hmm, let me do something you'll really like," she said, giving him a wicked smile as she pushed him down and moved to unbuckle his belt.

With a smooth motion, she zipped open his pants—and his hard, thick cock sprang out right in front of her face, making her freeze for a second, startled by the sheer size.

"That's... big..." she murmured, eyes wide.

"You won't have a problem with it, right?"

Zhao Yiming asked, just to be sure. Sometimes, being too big wasn't always a good thing.

Su Meilin shook her head, a little smirk tugging at her lips. "No, as long as you know how to hit the right spot."

She sighed, her tone playful yet bitter. "My husband never managed that. Don't disappoint me, alright?" she teased, winking.

Zhao Yiming saw that look in her eyes and grinned, accepting the unspoken challenge. "Don't worry. I'll make sure this is sex you'll never forget."

Su Meilin laughed softly, then leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock, teasingly licking around it in slow circles.

Zhao Yiming groaned, his hand reaching down to tangle in her brown hair.

Then, with one hand, she gripped his thick shaft and started stroking him fast and firm, sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body.

"Haahhh... You're really good at this," Zhao Yiming hissed, leaning back into the bed, savoring every delicious movement.

"Oh, you have no idea," she purred, then took him into her mouth.

The stretch of her lips around his cock was intense—he was big enough to make her struggle, but Su Meilin wasn't one to back down.

She held back her gag reflex and pushed herself deeper, slowly working more and more of him inside her warm, wet mouth.

Zhao Yiming groaned, feeling the tight, velvety heat of her mouth clenching around him. Her tongue curled and flicked skillfully, making his toes curl with pleasure.

"Move, Meilin... Make me cum," he ordered, his voice low and strained.

She nodded slightly and began bobbing her head, moving faster, saliva dripping down his shaft, making everything wetter and sloppier in the best way possible.

Her tongue danced along his cock, twisting and flicking, making him see stars.

"Heavens... You feel amazing, Meilin..." Zhao Yiming gasped, struggling to hold back his orgasm, savoring the feel of her mouth worshiping him.

Her movements became even faster and more desperate, her breathing ragged.

She couldn't breathe properly anymore—but seeing Zhao Yiming's flushed, pleasure-drunk face only made her hungrier.

She wanted to see him fall apart. She wanted to drink him dry.

"Ahhh, shit... I'm at my limit," he moaned, his voice thick with need.

With one final thrust, Zhao Yiming pressed her head down, holding her there as he exploded, pumping thick, hot cum deep into her throat.

Su Meilin gagged slightly but forced herself to swallow every drop, treating it like the most precious, delicious thing in the world.

Finally, she pulled back, breathing heavily, licking her lips clean with a sultry smile as Zhao Yiming lay there, chest heaving, still trying to catch his breath.

"Ready for the next round?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with pure, hungry lust.