Chapter 47: Touching the Senior

Sun Feifei blushed deeply; this guy was so direct that even she felt a little embarrassed. Although she usually dared to joke with Li Huan in a flirtatious way, it was mostly to tease this younger schoolmate. But the current situation left her a bit dazed—this sudden flutter in her heart made it hard for her to judge her feelings for Li Huan.

“Do you really want to touch?” Sun Feifei bit her lip, feeling almost reckless for asking such a thing. Worse yet, she was genuinely curious about what it felt like to have a man touch her chest. Would it be the same as when a woman touched herself?

Li Huan nodded eagerly. Only an idiot wouldn’t want to! By now, he’d completely forgotten Li Gang’s earlier warnings—just unfortunate that Brother Gang wouldn’t ever get to enjoy such beauty.

Seeing Li Huan nod, Sun Feifei seemed to reach a decision. She reached up and unbuttoned the front of her blouse, revealing the curves beneath, wrapped in delicate lingerie. Her skin gleamed with a milky radiance under the lamp, full and rounded lines outlining the perfect arc—like over-fermented white bread, tempting one to take a bite.

Sun Feifei boldly thrust her chest forward, cheeks glowing crimson, striking a pose that invited Li Huan to take whatever he wished. Li Huan glanced at her, and his emotions surged; he stretched out his hand and lightly tapped the softness before him with the tip of a single finger. It was as if he’d touched a sponge, sinking in at once—the soft, yielding sensation left him spellbound.

The air around them seemed to thicken, making it hard to breathe. Sun Feifei shivered as Li Huan’s hands settled on her tender breasts. The thin fabric couldn’t block the heat of his palms, making her sensitive buds swell and ache, as though they were about to burst.

“Mmm!” A muffled moan escaped Sun Feifei’s lips, startling her back to reality. She hurriedly stepped away, pulling her shirt closed to hide her exposed beauty.

Sun Feifei’s face was flushed, as if she’d just come out of a sauna, looking soft and shy. Li Huan was equally embarrassed, laughing awkwardly and apologizing with a red face, “Sorry, Feifei, I got carried away…”

“It’s alright!” Sun Feifei buttoned her blouse, turned to her desk, composed herself, and said, “Wait a moment, I’ll take you home.”

“No need, I can go by myself!” Li Huan was too embarrassed to let Sun Feifei escort him; things were awkward enough already, and he could barely face her.

The chick’s first intimate encounter with the older woman had finally let him experience the softness of a woman’s body—it was like an addiction, so easy to get hooked!

Sun Feifei signed a few documents, checked the time—it was around midnight—then went to the bathroom, took out her phone, and called Li Huan before leaving her office.

Nightclubs usually closed around two in the morning, but since Li Huan and Brother Gang were schoolmates and Li Huan wasn’t a full-time employee, leaving an hour or two early wasn’t an issue. When Sun Feifei called, he was drinking with a few regulars.

The female customers at the club were mostly upper-level executives or ran their own companies—mid-to-high level clientele who didn’t mind spending a bit of money for entertainment.

When Li Huan left Sun Feifei’s office, he happened to run into two old acquaintances: one worked in real estate, the other was a senior manager at a multinational. Both women were single and regulars at Dancing With Wolves; Li Huan had a good rapport with them. Whenever he was around, they’d order more drinks, and if there were no other guests, he’d often accompany them all evening—it was normal to get taken advantage of occasionally.

In a nightclub, even one as upscale as Dancing With Wolves, the business was still intertwined with flesh and desire. Li Huan was used to it and didn’t mind; besides, these two women had good temperament and weren’t the kind to make one sick at first sight.

With nearly ten thousand spent, Li Huan could earn close to a thousand in commission. He’d had quite a bit to drink—sitting between the two women, glasses clinking, bodies rubbing against each other. The alcohol made him bold, and he didn’t mind when his hands occasionally brushed sensitive spots; in fact, it only excited the two mature women more. Each of them clung to Li Huan’s arm, pressing their full bosoms against him in subtle, tantalizing ways.

When the phone rang, the two women were practically wrapped around Li Huan. He snapped awake, hurriedly used the call as an excuse to escape, and felt relieved when he saw it was Sun Feifei calling.

After finishing the call, Li Huan explained to the two women. Though they were reluctant, they understood he was just a club attendant and not in the business of selling himself, so they let him go, reminding him to have more fun next time or else they wouldn’t support his business.

Li Huan downed two more shots before finally getting away. He greeted Xiao Yu and Li Gang, claiming he felt unwell and needed to leave early. Li Gang didn’t press the issue, knowing Li Huan was still recovering from an injury, and simply told him to be careful.

But as soon as Li Huan left, he saw Sun Feifei coming out with her handbag. Something felt off—clearly, there was something going on between these two. But Li Gang had always felt timid around Sun Feifei and didn’t dare ask, though he cursed Li Huan silently.

Sun Feifei’s car was a red convertible BMW. Li Huan had never ridden in it before, but he knew Sun Feifei owned fifteen percent of Dancing With Wolves, making her a shareholder. With Li Ruotong rarely present, Sun Feifei was essentially in charge, accumulating considerable wealth.

Fortunately, Sun Feifei wasn’t the type to chase thrills. Beneath her mature exterior was a steady, restrained heart. The car sped down the road, wind roaring past their ears; on a night as heavy as this, the ride felt unexpectedly pleasant.

“Dog Lord won’t trouble you for the time being, but Ruotong told me she doesn’t have much underworld influence at Lion’s Gate. Though Big Baldy is just a local gangster, he seems to have an unusual background. Be careful in the future!” Sun Feifei reminded Li Huan as she drove. Big Baldy’s trouble ultimately stemmed from her, and she didn’t want Li Huan to suffer because of it.

“I will, don’t worry, Feifei!” Li Huan felt a headache but didn’t show it. Faced with that situation, if he hadn’t stepped up, Sun Feifei’s life would have been ruined.

“I haven’t properly thanked you yet. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know what would’ve happened!” Sun Feifei glanced at Li Huan, feeling an inexplicable change in her emotions that evening. She wasn’t sure if it was a subtle shift or a sudden, strange affection for Li Huan, but she was excited.

“What’s gotten into you tonight, Feifei? You’re suddenly so polite—I’m caught off guard!” Li Huan wasn’t dull; he sensed Sun Feifei’s mood was different from usual.

“I bought you a set of clothes the other day, but I’ve been busy and haven’t given them to you. Come to my place and get them,” Sun Feifei said, glancing at Li Huan again, taking a deep breath, and waiting for his answer.

With a beautiful woman inviting him over, Li Huan was happy to accept, though a little embarrassed. After some thought—since it was on the way—he agreed.

After graduating, Sun Feifei and Li Ruotong had invested in the Dancing With Wolves property and were founding shareholders. Though only three years had passed, the annual dividends were substantial, and Sun Feifei had also made other investments, accumulating considerable wealth and owning property in Zhonghai.

Li Huan had been there once—a luxury apartment. Back then, it had just been renovated; this time, the changes were striking. The crystal chandelier cast brilliant light, reflected off the wallpaper, making the living room lively and vivid.

“What do you think? Isn’t it beautiful?” Sun Feifei had designed the place herself, and she felt immense satisfaction, unable to resist showing it off to Li Huan.

“Feifei, you’ve always had great taste. The place is just too big—it feels empty!” Li Huan looked around; it was a duplex, with large windows offering a panoramic view of the city’s bustling lights. The overall style radiated the owner’s refined taste.

“Take your time looking around. I’ll get your clothes!” Sun Feifei said, turning into her room and returning a moment later.

She had changed into casual homewear: a loose t-shirt that seemed oversized, yet her full chest stretched the fabric taut, and beneath was a pair of hot pants. After removing her stockings, her long, pale legs were fully exposed, adding a touch of sensuality.

Li Huan glanced at her, eyes wide. The t-shirt was so long it nearly covered the shorts—if one didn’t look closely, it seemed as if Sun Feifei wore nothing underneath.

“Try them on and see if they fit!” Sun Feifei handed Li Huan the box containing the clothes, then walked to the bar in the living room, poured two glasses of red wine, and sat on the sofa sipping her drink.

Li Huan took the clothes to the bathroom and opened the box. It was an expensive suit, with the price tag torn off. Still, seeing the brand, he couldn’t help but gasp—it must have cost at least ten thousand. This Feifei really was wealthy!