Arc 1: President, Love Me Gently – Chapter 8 (French window play)

Why was he looking for her?

Yu Xiaoyu had already set it so that the female lead would be the one to run the underlying personality characteristics test, so why should she have to be the one to do it herself?

In the face of such an unexpected situation, the system emitted a series of rapid beeps and then said, “The testing environment is normal, please begin the test.”

“What’s this all about?” Yu Xiaoyu asked.

When the real female lead heard the president call Yu Xiaoyu, she gave Yu Xiaoyu a meaningful glance through the mirror.

The system said, “I don’t know what’s going on over at headquarters, so you should do it yourself, mua-mua.”

So all Yu Xiaoyu could do was follow the secretary to the president’s office with a stiff upper lip.

The president was sitting behind a desk with his back to Yu Xiaoyu, facing a huge glass window. The progress bar over his head had already reached 95, and if this test was also successful, then Yu Xiaoyu’s mission would be complete.

All the office equipment inside the office was well organized and even the white carpet underfoot was spotlessly clean.

After the secretary brought Yu Xiaoyu in, she spoke, “President Ye, I have her here with me now.”

The president slightly lowered his head, and without turning around gestured for the secretary to leave them.

The secretary retreated, kindly remembering to close the brown wooden door before leaving.

As soon as the secretary went out, the president turned around from his swivel chair and looked at Yu Xiaoyu.

Beads of crystalline sweat were adorning his forehead, both his eyes were blinded by lust, and the muscles of his square jaw were slightly strained from how he was holding himself back.

As though an eagle locking onto its prey, the man coldly stared at Yu Xiaoyu.

“I think you need to give me some explanation of who you are.”

After saying that, he flung the personal file on Yu Xiaoyu onto the table with a loud ‘smack’.

Yu Xiaoyu’s entire heart thumped and sank as she inquired from the Lord System in her mind, “Is there a problem with my profile?”

Lord System: “The data was automatically generated by the system; the president will not see through it.”

“Your entry date is 2016, but you hadn’t even received your US graduate certificate yet in June 2016. Not to mention you weren’t even in the country then, can you give me an explanation for this?”

“I ……”

You stupid system, Yu Xiaoyu growled.

“Since yesterday, I’ve had this inkling that something’s wrong here, why would I suddenly have such a great interest in you? What sort of charm might you have that makes me want you all the time?”

As he spoke, the president rose from his swivel chair, the crotch of his suit trousers bulging outwards.

His calloused, defined fingers clamped tightly around Yu Xiaoyu’s thin chin and said, “Are you really not going to talk?”

His other hand was already feeling its way into Yu Xiaoyu’s underwear, recklessly roaming between her flower slit.

“Then, I’ll do everything I can to get you to talk.”

The president’s reddened eyes were devoid of the pity and tenderness of before, and the naked lust seemed to want to tear Yu Xiaoyu into pieces and then swallow her whole into his belly.

Yu Xiaoyu’s nose ached for her to sniffle, she felt that the president had changed overnight, and it was all because of the female protagonist who had come out of nowhere.

Somewhat mischievously she bit her lip and said, “The information was just entered incorrectly, what else do you suspect me of?”

“Is it really that simple?”

“Yes, it’s really just that simple.”

“But I don’t think so,” with some force, the president clamped his hand on Yu Xiaoyu’s jaw, leaving a bright red mark on her jaw. “I’ll make you tell the truth.”

The president untied the tie around his neck, pinned both Yu Xiaoyu’s hands onto the ground, wrapped the tie around Yu Xiaoyu’s wrists a few times and tied a dead knot.

His hands were so strong that he was obviously completely disregarding what Yu Xiaoyu felt, and instinctively Yu Xiaoyu tried to resist and flee backwards.

Yu Xiaoyu’s attempts to escape from his control enraged the president, and he ruthlessly pushed Yu Xiaoyu against the French windows of his office. Yu Xiaoyu’s plump, round breasts were forcefully pressed against the glass window, forming two circular shapes, bouncing up and down as she panted heavily. Everything formed a wanton picture of breasts against the glass window.

The president used his knees to spread apart Yu Xiaoyu’s tightly closed legs, squeezed his lower body in and began to rub against the outer rim of Yu Xiaoyu’s flower slit through his underwear.

Beneath the French window, there were a multitude of cars, and Yu Xiaoyu felt like countless pairs of eyes were watching her from below, watching herself being posed in this way by the president and wantonly abused.

This feeling of shame made the tips of her breast stand up, and a gurgling stream of lust began to flow from her lower body.

Yu Xiaoyu’s sensitive reaction failed to escape the president’s large hands and he rested his head on Yu Xiaoyu’s shoulder and said ambiguously in Yu Xiaoyu’s ear, “What a slut, I haven’t even started touching you and you’re getting wet so quickly, tell me, how am I going to punish you?”

While saying that, he deliberately naughtily and ruthlessly hit Yu Xiaoyu’s sensitive flower slit with his lower body, and a lustful cry spilled out from Yu Xiaoyu, “Ah ……”

When he heard Yu Xiaoyu’s tender cry, the president became even more excited, and the huge root in his lower body grew thicker. He pulled down the zip of his trouser pants, the entirety of his rod spilling out and instantly he thrust deeply into the mouth of the flower hole.

This time there was no caressing, no kissing, all the president wanted to do was vent his anger by grabbing her hair and thrusting from behind her as hard as he could, the two little balls of his crotch wanting to follow the huge root into the deep, tight pussy.

Being thrust into so roughly and frantically by the president, Yu Xiaoyu felt a tearing pain in her lower body at first.

Although this was not her first time, this time the foreplay was so short that it was almost non-existent. There was no lubricating fluid in her pussy and such a ferocious thrust made her feel as if her lower body had been torn open by a sharp knife, her pelvic bone was being slammed without mercy and the immense pain caused tears to seep from the corners of Yu Xiaoyu’s eyes.

Warm tears fell onto the president’s cheeks and he suddenly snapped out of this mad frenzy as if he had just realized what he had been doing.

Yu Xiaoyu’s tear-stained face was reflected on the French window, along with the image of himself, insatiable, fierce and savage as he stood behind her.

The storm-like thrusts from his crotch gradually slowed down and were replaced by a gentle rain shower-like rubbing. The sudden gentle change of the man behind her made Yu Xiaoyu’s lower body feel much better.

Her wails from the pain gradually turned into unbearable moans.

“Ah …… well ……”

“You still prefer this, don’t you?”

Blowing in her ear, the president’s large hand probed the front of her pussy and rubbed it expertly.

The calloused fingers synchronised expertly with the huge root thrusting in and out of her pussy, and in no time at all a great wave of pleasure began to pool in Yu Xiaoyu’s lower body.

“Ah ……, ah, I can’t, ah …… I can’t take it anymore……”

Seemingly sensing the approach of Yu Xiaoyu’s orgasm, the president playfully pulled out his entire length, lifting Yu Xiaoyu’s tie-bound hands high above her head and pressed her back against the cold glass window.

The black skirt and underwear on Yu Xiaoyu’s body had yet to be removed, and the president’s hand roamed in front of her ample breasts, the same ones which were tightly wrapped up in the stretchy fabric, and he whispered, “I can’t let you come so soon, this time I have to take my time.”

As soon as the words were spoken, the hem of her skirt was jerked up to her waist, revealing a tiny black lace-trimmed bottom underneath, and with a hook of the president’s finger, the tiny piece of fabric could no longer continue to cover the mysterious and beautiful triangular patch beneath it.