novelraw Chapter 157: A sense of Pride and Self worth.
Chapter 157: A sense of Pride and Self worth.
Chapter 157: A sense of Pride and Self worth.March 20th, 7:45 PM — Longwan Mall, Service Wing
John Wang POV
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Mu Qinglan lay limp in my arms, completely spent.
Her body was soft with heat, damp from the steam, and glowing faintly where the water had washed away the blood and sweat. Her towel clung to her loosely, breasts shifting with each breath, legs exposed down to her thighs. She didn’t stir. Didn’t say a word. Just let out a soft sigh against my chest and sank deeper into sleep.
I left the shower room with long, confident strides while still naked.
Because Roulan dragged me inside, and Qinglan needed a towel... I couldn’t help it.
No shame.
Not tonight.
My cock still hung heavy between my thighs, half-erect, marked by Qinglan’s body, her mouth, her hands. It lurched to the side with each step, thick, veiny, unapologetic.
The moment I stepped into the room, I felt the shift.
Silence.
Liang Mei reacted to me first, and to be honest, I knew this girl was a little pervert. Her eyes dropped before she even realised it. She froze, face flushing deep pink, lips parted slightly in pure instinct. She tried to glance away, but failed, her gaze catching again on the sway, the size, the quiet weight of it before she turned her whole face away.
Roulan didn’t look up.
But she didn’t need to.
She’d felt it earlier. Deep between her cheeks. Hot against her skin.
She stayed under her blanket, but I saw the way her body stilled.
Chen Xun mumbled something in his sleep, still out cold.
Tang Wei, seated near the entrance with her shotgun across her knees, gave me a long, unreadable look.
Her gaze dropped.
Stayed.
Her jaw shifted slightly.
The smallest intake of breath.
Stoic or not, she wasn’t immune.
I didn’t cover myself. Didn’t rush. I stood there for a moment—let them all see it, feel it, the presence that came with me now. Confidence wasn’t something I had to fake anymore.
Not after Yifei.
Not after Roulan.
Not after Qinglan fell asleep in my arms with her body soaked in sweat and cum.
I smiled.
Just a little.
Tang Wei looked away at last, much too fast and then let out a sharp, dry cough.
I walked past her with Qinglan still in my arms.
She didn’t say anything, but her cheeks told me more than words could.
I laid Qinglan down on her mat, tucking her in gently. She curled on her side, towel still barely clinging to her chest. Her breathing stayed calm. Deep.
I stood, stretched, still fully naked.
Then, casually, I pulled on my pants—left them hanging low on my hips, the waistband still damp from steam.
No shirt, because my body was still damp, and I hated the feeling of cloth clinging to my skin, and I had no reason to hide anything.
Then I turned toward the door and headed towards Tang Wei.
Her eyes avoided me as she pretended to clean and maintain her gun, but I couldn’t help but chuckle at her. Though from the corner of my eyes, I could see that Liang Mei was still watching me while hiding half her face with her quilt.
Tang Wei’s eyes followed me as I sat down beside her. Her nose flared as she huffed and gave me a small glance from the corner of her eye.
I slammed against the wall and crossed my arms, wanting to avoid causing trouble. I watched Tang Wei for a moment before slipping my hand into my backpack,