Manipulative Harem God



'I have to help him!' Xiong Me resolved, a fierce determination igniting within her.

Xiong Mei's face flushed with heat as she pressed slightly against Qiu Xingyu, as she lay down to her right, her clothes discarded while supressing the inner embasrassmet.

In the midst of their arousing position, Zhang Wei's skilled fingers ventured into the depths of Xiong Mei's most intimate core.

"Mmmnhgh~"

"Ahhnn~!"

Simultaneously, his manhood thrust relentlessly inside Qiu Xingyu, igniting a torrent of pleasurable sensations coursing through her body.

Overwhelmed by lust, Qiu Xingyu bit her lip, emitting a seductive moan that mingled with the symphony of their desires.

The intimacy between them left her own wetness dripping, her mind spun in a emotional whirlwind, yearning for both intensity and passion.

"D-Dear... slow down," she pleaded, her tightening walls embracing his erect member.

Despite accidentally becoming in this scandelous affair, Zhang Wei possessed the knowledge and ability to eliminate the poison that plagued their bodies.

However, the temptation proved too enticing to resist.

He leaned forward, sinking his teeth into Qiu Xingyu's bare back, his voice laced with a mischievous tone. "Dear? Mother-in-law, you truly are a naughty one!"

!!

"Mom?"

Two pairs of astonished eyes belonging to her daughters glared at her, their gaze intensifying as her face blushed a bright shade of red. 'Ugh! Why did I say that! I am so immoral....' she cursed inwardly, feeling a surge of guilt.

In an attempt to divert attention, Zhang Wei delivered a swift smack to both sisters' behinds.

*Smack!*

*Smack!*

"Stop teasing her," Zhang Wei reprimanded, the force of the slaps leaving their butts turning a deep, fiery red. But instead of remorse, his action only garnered eyerolls from both girls, while Qiu Xingyu, overcome with embarrassment, shyly hid her face in the sheets.

The night was destined to be a wild.

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In the lonely highway that snakes through the emerald heart of the Northwest, connecting it to the rugged terrains of the Northern Province, a sleek Rolls Royce, as glossy as a raven's wing, tore through the silence, its tires screeching a harsh symphony against the cold, unforgiving road.

Whoosh!

Like a phantom, it whispered past, leaving a trail of dust behind it.

Inside, the windows cracked open just a breath, allowing the frigid air to slip in. contemporary romance

Lisa's hair, a cascade of silk, danced wildly with the wind. She leaned her head back, eyes closing as she savored the chill, "Haaa... So refreshing..." Her voice, a melody of contentment.

She turned her gaze towards Zhang Wei, he sat there, a still statue of calm, his eyes closed, an aura of deep meditation radiating from him.

"Boss," she began, a playful twinkle in her eye, "you didn't really need to run away, you know. They won't kill you for it." Her voice, a soft chuckle, barely concealing the laughter threatening to burst forth.

Zhang Wei's eyes fluttered open, as serene and unfathomable as a mountain lake. "I am not running away," he stated, his voice a blend of ice and iron. "It's called a strategic retreat." He reached for a cigarette, his movements deliberate, as he lit it.

Smoke curled up, a dragon ascending to the heavens.

Zhang Wei's gaze, as sharp and penetrating as a falcon's, settled on the distant snow-capped mountains, their peaks like the jagged teeth of some ancient, slumbering beast. "Besides," he continued, his voice a low rumble, the smoke from his cigarette weaving a ghostly dance around his words, "it's about Yulan. I just received a text from Yu Lei mentioning a small conflict. But I suspect it's a fragment of a larger game. Liu Ming is ensnaring her into his own family affairs, and she will inevitably become a target."

He showed Lisa the screen of his phone, displaying a series of photos. The images, taken secretly, revealed several figures spying on Chen Yulan, Xie Meirong, and Yu Lei.

In the photos, Yu Lei feigned a deep depression, a ruse to draw out those trailing Chen Yulan. Her clever ploy had worked; she had snapped the photos, compiled them, and sent them to Zhang Wei.

"..."

Lisa fell into a mometarily silence.

Her eyes flickered over the images, a storm of thoughts brewing behind her furrowed brow. 'Who is Chen Yulan?' She mused internally, a flicker of annoyance tingeing her thoughts. 'He really pulls out women's names from thin air.'

She sighed softly, a resigned acceptance coloring her thoughts. Despite all his other qualities, Zhang Wei was a butterfly magnet, his presence attracting all sorts, each drawn to him like moths to a flame.

"You seem to have quite the fan club," Lisa remarked dryly, breaking the silence. Her eyes still on the photos, slightly concerned, she added, "Yulan, Meirong, Yu Lei... Should I be concerned about my competition or for your health....?"

The latest addition to your story adds an intriguing dynamic between Zhang Wei and Lisa, balancing tension with a hint of light-heartedness. To enhance the scene, we could deepen the characters' emotions and reactions, creating a more vivid exchange. Here's an adjusted version:

Zhang Wei exhaled a cloud of smoke, his gaze still firmly anchored to the distant, mountainous horizon. "They are not your competition, Lisa." His voice was a blend of reassurance and mystery.

Then, unexpectedly, he turned towards her, a playful smile breaking across his stoic face. "Besides..." His eyes twinkled with a mischievous light. "My health is great as well... Ten of you couldn't defeat me." His smirk was proud, a showcase of his confidence.

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Lisa felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks, her heart skipping a beat at his sudden change in demeanor.

She quickly turned her attention back to the road, a silent curse directed at herself for even entertaining a moment of worry about him. Yet, deep down, a reluctant smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Despite everything, his confidence, often bordering on arrogance, was part of his charm.

"Keep dreaming, boss," Lisa shot back, her tone feigning irritation but laced with an undercurrent of amusement. "One of these days, your nine lives will run out, and who'll be there to bail you out then?"

Zhang Wei's laughter erupted, rich and charming, like a melody weaving through the confined space of the car. It danced with the hum of the engine and the soft, secretive whispers of the wind outside. "Haha... Who would come to my rescue, eh? You, perhaps?" He reached out, his hands capturing hers in a swift, unexpected motion, and guided them with a boldness that left her breathless.

Lisa's face flushed a deep crimson, her fingers trembling as they encountered an unexpected warmth, a slumbering dragon stirring beneath the fabric. "See... It's as healthy as ever!" Zhang Wei's smirk was a mix of pride and challenge, his eyes glinting with mischief.

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