Deep Development 1×3 (H)

Chapter 23

The next morning, at 9:00 a.m., Mo Xijue finished his morning routine and arrived at the dining hall where he saw Wang Zihe wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was dressed in a very fitted black suit and a black bow tie around his neck, looking very formal, as if he were attending an award ceremony.

Upon seeing Mo Xijue, Wang Zihe immediately lowered his head and smiled, “Good morning, Mr. Mo.”

“Morning.” Mo Xijue couldn’t help but smile at Wang Zihe’s appearance. It seems like the game has already begun…

As Mo Xijue walked towards the dining table to pull out a chair and sit down, Wang Zihe immediately came behind him and pulled out the chair for him, saying, “Allow me.”

After that, he set the food and utensils on the table one by one, looking very skilled.

Mo Xijue stared at Wang Zihe’s every move with unwavering attention, seemingly examining him.

When Wang Zihe finished setting the table, he stood aside and did not dine with Mo Xijue.

It wasn’t until Mo Xijue finished his breakfast and stood up that Wang Zihe finally moved.

“Mo Yi went to live at the company, claiming it was for convenience in work,” Mo Xijue’s words suddenly broke the silence.

“Well, that’s certainly convenient,” Wang Zihe continued to smile. He then directed the maid beside him to clear the table, and with a highly respectful tone, he asked, “Do you have any plans, Mr. Mo?”

“No,” Mo Xijue approached Wang Zihe, looking into his eyes and slightly lifting the corners of his mouth.

“In that case, may I offer you a massage to help you relax?” Wang Zihe met his gaze calmly.

Mo Xijue suddenly became very interested in the upcoming “massage” and nodded in agreement. Wang Zihe then gestured for him to follow, and the two of them arrived at a lounge on the fourth floor. When Wang Zihe pushed open the door, Mo Xijue saw a massage bed and a pile of flowers and candles already arranged in the room. The heavy curtains completely blocked the windows, making the room slightly dimly lit, but the candlelight created an incredibly romantic and ambiguous atmosphere.

“May I help you undress?” Wang Zihe, standing beside Mo Xijue, looked up at him and spoke.

Mo Xijue didn’t say anything but looked at him with a smile, as if he were a master indulging a pet that continuously brought him treasures.

With Mo Xijue’s approval, Wang Zihe gradually approached him until they could feel each other’s breath. He brought his face closer to Mo Xijue’s sturdy chest, and his slightly warm breath sprayed onto his skin surface. Then, he reached out his right hand and gradually unbuttoned the shirt, his movements slow and full of suggestive implications, creating a sensual atmosphere in the room.

Because of the wound on his left arm that had not yet completely healed, Wang Zihe’s movements were a bit slow, and after fully unbuttoning the shirt, he held Mo Xijue’s right wrist in his palm. He lifted Mo Xijue’s hand to his mouth and after planting a kiss on the slender and long fingers, he took the button on the cuff into his mouth. He used his teeth and agile tongue to gradually unbutton the three buttons on the cuff, his movements both serious and full of passion, causing Mo Xijue’s breath to hitch.

He gazed at Wang Zihe, who had his lowered and had his cuff in his mouth. With glasses on and his movements, Wang Zihe’s once handsome and refined features emitted a tempting and seductive aura, accentuated by his formal, sleek black suit. The contrast between his sharpness and debauchery, righteousness and seductiveness was striking. He knew himself well and captured the contrast created by his attire and behavior, radiating his charm to the fullest.

He was full of alluring temptation.

Wang Zihe did as he had done before, unbuttoning Mo Xijue’s right cuff after which he unbuttoned the left. With his hand and mouth, he finally removed the shirt from Mo Xijue’s body.

He then crouched down, tilting his head back slightly, and again used his hand and mouth to undo Mo Xijue’s belt. He then deliberately kissed the spot of Mo Xijue’s desire.

Before long, Mo Xijue was completely naked, and Wang Zihe led him to lie on the massage bed.

Wang Zihe gazed at Mo Xijue’s perfect figure and his desire, which was not yet fully erect, but extremely proud. He took a deep breath and then removed his jacket, picking up the oil from the small table beside him.

First, he slowly applied the oil all over Mo Xijue’s body and then used his hands to gradually spread it over his skin.

Mo Xijue felt Wang Zihe’s cool fingers caressing his body, his movements gentle, soft, and slow.

Slowly, Mo Xijue felt his muscles relax as he gradually settled into a state of tranquility.

After Wang Zihe had thoroughly massaged his upper body, he took out a jar of a different substance than before. He proceeded to drip the transparent fluid onto Mo Xijue’s desire, before grasping the sticky fleshy rod in his hand and slowly stroking it back and forth.

Naturally, Mo Xijue knew what was to come, but for now, all he needed to do was indulge in the moment.

Under Wang Zihe’s stimulation, the thick and large meat stick instantly became rock hard. Looking at Mo Xijue’s fully engorged desire, Wang Zihe released his grip and proceeded to take off his pants and underwear. He then climbed onto the massage table, kneeling between Mo Xijue’s legs and using his hand to guide the hot meat stick into his mouth.

Sucking and slurping sounds soon followed, causing Mo Xijue’s heart to race and face to flush.

“Mmm…” A contented moan escaped his throat when he slightly lifted himself up and saw Wang Zihe swallowing his desire, feeling it move in and out of that wet and slippery little mouth.

This time, Wang Zihe’s technique was vastly different from when he had been forced. He was incredibly skilled, licking and teasing the sensitive head with the slightly rough tongue, occasionally using his teeth to lightly scrape it. Under his expert manipulation, Mo Xijue’s desire grew even harder, as if it had increased in size.

On seeing a transparent liquid oozing from the fleshy, phallic turtle head, Wang Zihe stood up and opened his legs, straddling Mo Xijue’s waist.

In fact, he had been preparing for this since five o’clock this morning, and cleaned himself an hour before. The hole was no longer soft and damp, so he reached out and began to rub Mo Xijue’s oozing meat stick back and forth against his opening, seemingly trying to wet it with his juices.

After releasing the scorching hot shaft in his hand, Wang Zihe sat on top of Mo Xijue and used his plump, perky buttocks to sandwich his desire in between, wriggling back and forth. He then reached out and stroked his own flushed meat stick, stroking it up and down.

“Um…ahh…”

Feeling the continuous rubbing against his hole and the stimulation in front of him, Wang Zihe couldn’t help but moan in a suggestive tone.

After a while, he reached his hand back into his own hole and found that it had become much softer. He then lifted Mo Xijue’s monstrous tool tinged with a hint of ferocity, and slowly inserted it into his still-hungry hole.

In order to let Mo Xijue experience an unparalleled pleasure, Wang Zihe did not stretch his hole, so he had to sit down extremely slowly. As a result, his slightly moist little hole was unable to take in the huge and terrifying turtle head no matter how many times he tried. He clearly underestimated Mo Xijue’s size.

However, Mo Xijue, who had been watching Wang Zihe the whole time, was already impatient. He reached out and held onto the other’s slightly slender waist, asking, “Do you need my help?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine soon,” Wang Zihe replied, panting heavily.