Chapter 112: Chapter 111 Manipulating Toys
Sisi guessed what Zhang Hao was thinking and said with a laugh, "That girl is being affectionate with her boyfriend on a video call, it wouldn’t be convenient for me to disturb them."
Was that something you could just say outright?
While Zhang Hao was surprised, Sisi had already come over with a change of clothes.
The rooms on both sides were the same, and Sisi, familiar with the terrain, entered the bathroom, where two walls were made of glass, making every move visible to anyone outside.
"Handsome, you better not peek."
Zhang Hao smirked and walked towards the bed, lying down with his back to the bathroom; Sisi snickered triumphantly and turned on the overhead showerhead.
While showering, Sisi glanced towards the bed from time to time.
But each time, all she saw was Zhang Hao’s back and the lit screen of his phone.
However, as soon as she took her eyes off him, she feared Zhang Hao might suddenly turn over the next second.
Halfway through the shower, Sisi suddenly started to complain internally.
"Qingqing is so bad, it was all your lousy idea."
Not until she had finished bathing and changed into her nightgown, her hair wrapped in a towel,
did two disobedient strands escape, hanging beside her cheeks, accentuating her natural beauty, untouched by artifice.
Hearing the water stop, Zhang Hao finally moved his stiff body, "Done already?"
Sisi responded and tightened the clothes on her body.
"I’m really sorry for coming here to use your bathroom. I’ll have the hotel staff take a look at it tomorrow, and if it’s not fixable, I guess I’ll have to switch rooms."
Zhang Hao sat up on the bed, looking at Sisi standing not too far away.
"Miss Sisi, we’re all adults here, some things are better left unsaid," he remarked.
"But I’m not that casual. I’m not overly interested in other people’s fiancées, so goodnight," he added.
The dismissal could not have been more obvious, leaving Sisi feeling extremely awkward.
She had been so forward, how could Zhang Hao be so dense, like a muffled gourd, not understanding her hints?
"Are you even a man?" Sisi complained.
Zhang Hao, feeling somewhat offended by her remark, retorted,
"How am I not a man? Do you want me to pick you up right now, throw you onto the bed, and take advantage of you?"
Sisi looked at Zhang Hao and twisted towards another bed to sit down.
Her nightgown only reached her thighs, and with her legs crossed, the view from the side would be endlessly revealing.
"I don’t know you, you don’t know me. After the trip, I’ll go back and get married, you’ll go back to your life, and we won’t interfere with each other," she reasoned.
Zhang Hao still shook his head; he was not that desperate for a woman.
"Miss Sisi, it’s getting late. You should head back and rest," he suggested.
With another rejection, Sisi’s gaze became fierce, and she stood up and embraced Zhang Hao, her face pressed against his chest.
"On the plane, I couldn’t help it, and in the car, I pretended to sleep against you. Even Qingqing can tell what I want, why are you still playing dumb?" she accused.
Sisi slid her hand underneath Zhang Hao’s shirt, feeling the heat from a man’s body.
Her palm caressed his firm back muscles and then moved downwards, intending to slip beneath the edge of his shorts.
Zhang Hao was quick to act, grabbing Sisi’s wandering hand.
"Miss Sisi, it seems you’ve had too much to drink tonight. Where is your friend? I’ll call her to take you back to your room," he offered.
"I’m wet, I’m so itchy, can you help me ease the itch?" she pleaded.
Suddenly, Zhang Hao’s phone rang. Glancing at the screen, the name flashing was surprisingly Qingqing’s.
After the call connected, Qingqing’s voice came through, "Handsome guy, is Sisi in your room?"
"Yeah, she is. Could you please take her back? She’s had too much to drink."
Before Qingqing could consent, playful laughter ensued instead.
"Handsome guy, you’ve probably seen how lame her fiancé is. Just satisfy her once," she said, "She’s been uncomfortable all day. You can’t just let her go back to her room and deal with it by herself, can you?"
Zhang Hao was at his wit’s end; he had only come out to relax, and now there was a woman actively throwing herself at him, and he wasn’t even a rich second-generation.
"This..."
"Don’t worry, handsome guy, you don’t have to take responsibility for anything that happens. Just feed her enough so she doesn’t itch uncomfortably for the next few days."
Before Zhang Hao could respond, Sisi squatted down. The help from her good sister felt like a tsunami rushing toward him.
Zhang Hao still had his wits about him. He grabbed his shorts with one hand and pulled Sisi up with the other.
He didn’t care that she was staying across the hall; he dragged her out of his room without a second thought.
Fortunately, the door to Sisi’s room wasn’t closed properly. Zhang Hao sent her back to her room and left without showing the slightest bit of pity.
Sisi lay on the bed, shedding tears of grievance.
Upon returning to his room, the first thing Zhang Hao did was contact the front desk to change rooms!
As for the reason, he didn’t elaborate, merely saying he wasn’t comfortable staying in that room.
The hotel was very accommodating, immediately changing both Zhang Hao’s room and floor.
The day had been absurd, and Zhang Hao was too lazy to take a shower. He flopped onto the bed and fell asleep.
"Mmm, ah, mmm, so comfortable... Zhang Hao, Zhang Hao..."
"Slower, slower, that’s going to break."
Sisi was pleasuring herself alone on the bed, her mind filled with imaginings of being with Zhang Hao.
Pleasure overwhelmed her, followed by a crushing emptiness. Sisi squeezed her legs together, letting the wetness trickle down the edge of her thighs.
"What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel something for a stranger?"
"But the way Zhang Hao ignores me is so attractive; I just want him to do me!"
Just the thought made Sisi’s chest swell and her nipples itch, feeling empty down below.
She got out of bed and fetched a black storage bag from the very bottom of her suitcase, containing some small toys.
She picked one from inside, opened an app, and randomly selected a stranger.
Anonymously, she sent a message: "Control this toy for me and make me climax."
The person agreed readily. Sisi lay on the bed, curled up with her legs apart, and began teasing herself with her slender fingers.
Then she turned on the toy’s switch and expertly inserted it.
As soon as it was in place, the vibration started. Sisi caressed her softness with both hands, even gently pinching her nipples with her nails.
That slight pain doubled Sisi’s pleasure.
The toy inside her switched frequencies like a roller coaster ride, abruptly climbing and descending.
Always just shy of taking her to the clouds, it would slow down at the crucial moment, prolonging the torment until it was almost unbearable for Sisi.
Zhang Hao, having switched rooms, was no longer sleepy and inadvertently opened a certain app; the reason he had it was for He Qianhui.
As soon as he logged in, he received a girl’s request and was now controlling the vibration of a little toy.
The frequency of the vibration was completely random, slowly changing from high to low, either gradually or suddenly shifting from low to high.
In the past, when he controlled it for his sister-in-law, it took her only minutes to be soaked through.
