Tmkoc Sex Stories Chapter 27 - This Is My Room
Chapter 27 - This Is My Room
Chapter 27: This Is My Room
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Qi Xi left immediately after. All that was left was a thoroughly embarrassed Tang Mo’er.
She was really...
“Haha, Mr Gu, please do not take her words seriously. My manager loves to crack jokes.” Tang Mo’er let out a forced laugh while playing with the corners of her skirt.
Compared to Tang Mo’er’s embarrassment, Gu Mohan was calm. He looked at her, his gaze serious, “You said she loves to crack jokes. Regarding the joke, is that referring to me being the gigolo that you keep, or that you’re... a virgin?”
“... applicable to all!”
Did that sound fine?
Tang Mo’er felt her face flame up. His question was not intentional, was it? As a conservative gentleman, should he not be avoiding this topic? Surely it wasn’t an appropriate thing to talk about with her!
Her line of vision soon turned dark as he stepped closer to her, his tall, masculine body blocking her light. Bending down, his large palms brushed her face with a gentleness she didn’t expect.
His rough fingertips caressed her delicate skin with a tingle. It felt very strange. Tang Mo’er shuddered, a shiver rising throughout her body with a pulsing feeling that was both hot and cold. She couldn’t explain it. Panicking and wanting to guard herself, she burst out, moving her face away and pushing away his hands, “What are you doing, I’m... I’m really a virgin. Don’t touch me!”
The moment Tang Mo’er said that, she was filled with regret. How she wished she could bite off her own tongue and bury herself. What nonsense was she spouting? Especially now, of all times!
Gu Mohan eyes darkened with a tinge of desire. The smell of her perfume drifted into his nostrils. Her palms against him teased his senses, especially when her beautiful eyes looked at him, lit up in emotion. She was shy and naive, yet her every action seduced him without compromise.
Instead of responding, he made a sound of acknowledgement, then asked, “Will you be going upstairs to bathe?”
Those simple words made her sound overbearing. Had she thought too much?
Tang Mo’er ran into the closest room she could find. Rushing into the bathroom, she ran into the shower and turned on the cold tap. The water rushed out, seeping through her layers of clothing.
She needed to regain composure.
Standing under the shower, she succumbed herself under the torrent of water, holding onto her hot face. She could not wait to get out of this place, why did she still feel so embarrassed?
She sighed . Nothing was going right today.
She finished bathing after another fifteen minutes, then took care to wipe herself dry from the beads of water all over her body. Oops, where were her pyjamas?
Where am I meant to find pyjamas!
The bathroom was gigantic and euclidean. There was even a small wardrobe closet inside. Tang Mo’er opened it and discovered a number of white shirts hanging inside.
Are these his shirts?
Looks like this is the only thing I can borrow.
Tang Mo’er stretched out her small hands to pick out a shirt. She tried it on. The man’s shirt was very wide at the shoulders. With her petite build and feminine height, the shirt was oversized and fell to her thighs, covering her privates, though her long and slender legs were exposed.
She was frustrated. She had rushed into the shower without thinking of the consequences. As her undergarments were all soaking wet, she had nothing to put on underneath the shirt.
Looking at herself in the mirror, her small delicate face blushed hard again. The warm bath had moistened up her skin, making it plump and creamy with her cheeks a peachy pink. Her cherry lips formed a juicy pout that was hard to resist, anyone would want to take a bite of her to have a taste.
Making sure she looked presentable, Tang Mo’er made her way out of the bathroom.
...
Just as she entered the room, she jumped when she realized that there was a tall, masculine figure in the room. The man was standing next to the balcony, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding a glass of red wine. His pensive demeanor was just like a piece of art.
“What are you doing here?”
Hearing her voice, Gu Mohan turned to looked at her. His gaze narrowed on the white shirt she was clad in. His white shirt. Her legs were long and luscious and he could see the outline of her body as the light shone upon her. Without restraint, he said, “This is my room.”