Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 230 Xiong Mei showing her true colours?

After they arrived at the penthouse, Zhang Wei turned to face Raven, who was quietly trailing behind him. "You're free to leave. No need to follow me any longer," he suggested.

Raven's eyes flickered with a mix of irritation and amusement. "I doubt it. You'll call me again," she responded.

Zhang Wei's gaze sharpened, and in a sudden, unexpected move, he seized her hand, swiftly pulling her towards him. In one fluid motion, he delivered a sharp slap to her backside.

"Pak!"

!!

"Lesson number one: follow your boss's orders," he admonished firmly. Raven stood there, astonished by the unexpected action, her narrowed eyes fixed on him, her body tingling with a mixture of surprise and indignation.

"Y-You," Raven stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, unable to comprehend Zhang Wei's actions. She was left speechless, a mix of shock and confusion clouding her thoughts.

After a moment of silence, she bit her lip, took a deep breath, and turned around, walking away.

Unbeknownst to them, another witness observed the scene with a puzzled expression. Xiong Mei, holding the doorknob and waiting for Zhang Wei, had seen the entire incident unfold.

As she witnessed Zhang Wei's actions, memories of the torment she had endured at his hands came flooding back, making her wonder if he possessed sadistic tendencies.

'That would be terrible,' Xiong Mei thought, her initial smile fading. She realized she wasn't ready to be part of such acts just yet.

Zhang Wei noticed Xiong Mei waiting by the door, her attire drawing his attention. She wore a loose, slightly transparent white top and shorts that emphasized her figure. He raised an eyebrow at her, curious about her thoughts and intentions.

Zhang Wei couldn't help but notice the innocence reflected in Xiong Mei's eyes as he made his way inside the penthouse.

However, what she did next took him by surprise.

In a startling and unexpected move, she set her phone aside and bent down to arrange a pair of slippers for him as he stepped inside.

"???"

Zhang Wei stood there, frozen in astonishment, utterly perplexed as he watched her bend down and casually arrange the slippers. She then picked up her phone again, blinking at him with confusion.

"What happened?" she asked, genuinely bewildered.

Zhang Wei was at a loss for words. After a moment, he let out a sigh. "Don't do it again," he advised, not entirely sure how to respond to her unexpected act of servitude.

"Don't do what?" Xiong Mei was thoroughly confused now, struggling to understand what Zhang Wei was referring to.

"You don't need to arrange the slippers for me," Zhang Wei clarified, trying to make the situation clear.

"..."

Xiong Mei tilted her head, puzzled. "Why not? Isn't it within the scope of my work?" she inquired, not comprehending the reason behind his objection.

Wasn't she supposed to serve him?

Observing her continued confusion, Zhang Wei sighed in exasperation.

He decided to take a more direct approach, grabbing her hand and leading her into the bedroom, intending to show her the true extent of the service he expected.

Xiong Mei obediently followed him like a little wife, blushing slightly, her heart racing.

Why did he seem to want this as soon as he arrived?

This felt unnatural to her.

Her face still bore the youthfulness from the last intimate session, and a discerning eye could certainly notice the changes in her demeanor.

As Zhang Wei closed the door and pushed her down onto the bed, showering her with kisses on her lips and face, Xiong Mei responded at first with slight restraint, her feelings a blend of confusion and being overwhelmed. He began to slide her dress down from her shoulders.

"Mmm~"

She responded weakly, her initial resistance giving way to a desire to match his intensity.

"I-I haven't taken a bath yet," she suddenly remembered, her words tinged with a hint of complexity.

Xiong Mei had been thoroughly enjoying a life of luxury, spending her days sleeping in and waking up late. If it weren't for the reminder that Zhang Wei was coming, she would have likely stayed in bed until noon, officially adopting a cat's lifestyle.

Zhang Wei looked at her blankly as she averted her gaze, feeling a bit uneasy about the situation. "We can always take it together," he suddenly suggested.

!!

The words hit Xiong Mei like a ton of bricks.

Her face instantly revealed shock, resembling a startled cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Seeing her reaction, Zhang Wei couldn't help but laugh. "You don't want to take a bath with me?"

"It's not like that..." Xiong Mei responded softly. It wasn't that she had any issues with taking a bath with him. It was more about the fear of what kind of new experiences or "torture" she might endure this time.

The last time they shared a bath, she had felt his touch lingering on her body, washing each part with a level of care and attention that left her both exhilarated and hesitant. Sometimes, she even felt that Zhang Wei had touched more of her body during that time than she had touched herself.

All of this left a lingering shadow, making the prospect of 'bathing' with him a slightly apprehensive one.

"Why are you so scared? Who cares whether you've taken a bath or not? We're not going to a temple to pray," Zhang Wei suddenly laughed, his carefree attitude evident.

He then proceeded to slide her top further, taking her milky white breasts in his hands, fondling them.

"Ahnn~"

Xiong Mei felt a sense of helplessness wash over her as he continued, suckling on her cherries.

She knew that it would be hours before they would be finished, but despite that, there was a growing sense of anticipation, recalling the sensations from their last time.

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In the afternoon, Zhang Wei sat on the floor in the living room, his back leaning against the couch, while Xiong Mei sat in front of him between his legs, her legs curled up. Both were watching a movie on the huge screen while the rest of the lights were turned off.

"What happened to going outside and buying a car?"

"That can wait," Zhang Wei replied.

He was experiencing a new kind of fun in his life, as if he had suddenly reverted a few years into the past. Xiong Mei gave him a completely different feeling. She had hobbies like any other girl in her teens—watching shows, cuddling, and shopping.

Zhang Wei had long forgotten how much time had passed since he last did something like this. Xiong Mei herself was quite enjoying it. The only problem was...

"You want it again?" Xiong Mei's voice resonated with resignation, her body still tingling from his touch. His hands, which had just intimately explored her, now began to travel towards her most private areas, sliding under her new tank top and claiming her breasts.

Zhang Wei shook his head, a hint of mischief playing in his eyes. "It's just for the feeling," he added, rendering Xiong Mei momentarily speechless. She redirected her attention to the ongoing movie, hoping to distract herself from the electric tension in the air.

A mixture of desire and disappointment filled Xiong Mei as she shook her head, silently acknowledging that the romantic ambiance she had been enjoying was fleeting. It seemed that men couldn't resist succumbing to their sexual impulses, abandoning romance without hesitation.

Despite her internal struggle, the show continued, with Xiong Mei attempting to brush off the sensation of his hands exploring beneath her clothes. But as time passed, the onslaught of desire became unbearable, leaving her breathless and yearning for more.

Turning around to make an earnest plea with her eyes, Xiong Mei found herself caught off guard once again as his lips passionately met hers. With every kiss, the boundaries between them blurred, and the intensity grew.

However, just as their desire threatened to consume them, the doorbell disrupted the moment. The arrival of the food they had ordered abruptly interrupted Zhang Wei's good deeds, momentarily restoring a semblance of normalcy to the room.

"I-I'll check the door," Xiong Mei stuttered, wiping her lips clean with her trembling hand. She swiftly slipped out of his grasp, her unsteady steps betraying the aftermath of their intense encounter.

Zhang Wei's smile lingered as he watched her retreat, finally realizing that the penthouse's decor had undergone a change. The curtains, the lighting, everything seemed to have been altered.

"Did you change the interiors?" Zhang Wei inquired as Xiong Mei returned with the parcel in her hands.

She paused for a moment, nodding slightly before responding, "Yes, I wanted it to feel more like home." A genuine smile graced her face as she walked away, heading to the kitchen to retrieve the food they had ordered.

Zhang Wei nodded, quietly appreciating the new ambiance created by the revamped decorations. While the previous design had been more modern, he recognized that Xiong Mei's personal touch made the space feel more warm and inviting. Ultimately, he entrusted the house to her discretion, allowing her to make it her own.