Manipulative Harem God

Whooooosh!

"Ahh...."

Nestled comfortably in the car, Zhang Wei released a contented moan, his lips lightly caressing a soft texture as he craned his neck to steal a glimpse at the sleek pair of slender black high heels.

He found himself delicately perched upon a pair of soft thighs, his gaze captivated by the elegantly long, straight, and exquisitely sculpted legs of Xiong Mei.

"Ah!? W—What are you doing!"

Xiong Mei's ears flushed with a rosy hue as Zhang Wei swiveled around, his eyes meeting her slightly reddened face directly.

She was driving, her slender, graceful hands gripping the steering wheel, now stiff and trembling slightly with surprise.

It goes without saying, she occupied the driver's seat, under which the Porsche emblem cast a subtle glow in the dim light of the dashboard.

Her body quivered slightly as Zhang Wei began to frolic carelessly, making her shift her butt with noticeable discomfort on the plush seat.

His legs remained on his own seat, yet the remainder of his body daringly hovered above hers.

Treating the car as though it were a soft bed, Zhang Wei showed little concern for decorum, unseen by the world outside.

Yet, as his gaze fell upon her subtly exposed white thighs, his eyes sparkled with an unmistakable glint of admiration.

"!"

Zhang Wei carefully placed his hand around Xiong Mei's thighs, his fingers lightly tracing her supple skin, creating a soft rustling noise.

Pressing gently into the flesh of her thighs, he felt as though he had stumbled upon something profound.

"D-Dad, h-how am I supposed to shift gears if you sprawl all over the place?" Xiong Mei's face turned a deep shade of red as she was forced to awkwardly address him affectionately as 'Dad'.

Yet— The challenge of keeping her focus on the winding asphalt road became increasingly difficult, causing her to bite her lips in frustration and distraction.

Meanwhile, Zhang Wei's hands ventured daringly closer to the gap of her thighs.

Today, she was dressed in a long, flowing black T-shirt paired with a black miniskirt, her lips boldly painted red.

Zhang Wei always marveled at the oddity when women chose such attire; indeed, the T-shirt draped long enough to entirely shroud her skirt, casting an optical illusion that she was clad in nothing else.

This spectacle compelled him to tenderly stroke her legs, while Xiong Mei's lips quivered in reluctant hesitation.

She struggled to find comfort in her seat, her elegant neck adorned with deep, faint-red marks.

The air around her was perfumed with the fresh scent of shampoo, a subtle hint to the intimate moments they had shared just before Zhang Wei impulsively decided to take her out for a drive.

Her neck was etched with the gentle traces of affection, yet her lower body told a harsher tale.

The repeated back shots had obviously been too much for her today, making each attempt to sit a painful adventure.

Every time she pressed down, her flesh seemed to cry out in agony, causing her to wince painfully.

Amidst it all, Zhang Wei's mischievous antics only added to her discomfort, intensifying the delicate situation she found herself in!

Xiong Mei was already filled with the embarrassment of addressing him as "Dad," and now "Brother" had guided her to a secluded crossroad on the highway—a place veiled in unfamiliarity, prompting her to navigate without direction.

"Haaa..."

Zhang Wei inhaled deeply against her thighs, eliciting a sudden blush that bloomed across her cheeks, turning them a vivid shade of red.

Today, he embarked on a daring journey, his actions rendering her eyes blurry with unshed tears as the road ahead seemed to blur and twist before her gaze.

"Huh!?"

In a moment of shock, she froze, her eyes widening in horror as she realized Zhang Wei's head had vanished from view!

Of course, it hadn't truly disappeared but had plunged into shadows where light dared not shine!

He had slipped beneath the fabric of her loose clothing.

With a subtle tug at her T-shirt, he had burrowed his head inside, causing a wave of tingles to cascade across her abdomen.

His hands, exploring, pinched gently at her waist before ascending with precision to find their intended mark, firmly teasing her waist before grasping her breasts.

Here, his fingers worked with an artist's touch, kneading the soft mounds as if sculpting from clay, molding them as he wished.

The sweet fragrance and taste of a youth body—Zhang Wei might have nearly forgotten this taste, but the girls are indeed fragrant akin to garden of flowers when they turn eighteen.

"Mmmmmmm~"

As Zhang Wei's movements persisted under her clothing, Xiong Mei's lips clamped shut, her neck arching backward in a reflexive escape from the sensations.

"Ahh... Zhang... Wei..."

In a brief moment of panic, her hands left the steering wheel, reaching back in an attempt to grasp his head and halt his intrusions.

Her eyes fluttered half-closed, her vision blurring as her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

Her body turned inexplicably soft and moist under his touch.

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Xueshan!

The car pierced through the night, transitioning from the stark highway lights into the softer, ambient glow of Xueshan, a northeastern city revered for its expansive coastline.

As they drove, the streetlamps cast long shadows over the cobblestone streets, reflecting off the meticulously maintained palm trees that lined the avenues, swaying gently in the coastal breeze.

This was not to be mistaken for Xiushan, which, despite its larger coastline, lay in the south.

Xueshan, although smaller, was nestled closer to Qingyun in the north, its unique charm derived from its quaint architecture and bustling marketplaces that promised the allure of Han Dynasty craftsmanship.

Upon entering the city, the air was filled with humidity, enveloping everything with a warm, moist blanket, yet inside the car, the atmosphere turned decidedly cooler.

The air conditioning hummed powerfully, creating a stark contrast to combat the rising external heat, ensuring the space remained an oasis of chill amidst the balmy city air.

As they delved deeper into the heart of Xueshan, the vibrant life of the city begin to show it's charm.

The streets were alive with vendors hawking exotic spices and silks, their shouts melding with the laughter of tourists, coming to enjoy it's exorbitant nightlife.

Lanterns hung from shop fronts and balconies, casting a warm, inviting glow that danced on the ornate decorations and historical facades of the old city, whisperinuto all who passed to immerse themselves in its enduring story.