Song Guanchao was careless this time and actually got drugged by someone who came to his door.

He didn't realize it until the effects of the drug kicked in.

But Chairman Tan was a bit too naive, thinking he could get away after drugging him.

Right now, he couldn't care less—he threw one over his shoulder, held the other in his arms, and after entering the room, kicked the door shut.

Shen Qing had already been prepared, but when she saw Chairman Tan also being hauled inside by him, she realized things had gotten much more serious.

She struggled desperately, but Song Guanchao was strong as an ox, and his arms that held her were like iron—she couldn't push them away or pry them open at all.

Chairman Tan also realized what was happening, slapping Song Guanchao's back and kicking her legs around, trying to jump off him—but all in vain.

After entering and closing the door, Song Guanchao tossed both women onto the bed in quick succession.

"Chairman Tan, run!"

Shen Qing scrambled up and lunged at Song Guanchao, trying to shield Chairman Tan with her own body.

Chairman Tan also hurried to her feet, scrambling toward the door on all fours without even thinking.

But as soon as she landed on the floor, Song Guanchao grabbed her and tossed her back onto the bed.

She saw Song Guanchao's eyes turning blood-red, his breathing frighteningly heavy, knowing the drug had fully taken effect.

She hadn't expected the drug to kick in so fast—if things went wrong tonight, she might be doomed herself.

Song Guanchao's mind was still somewhat clear, but he had no intention to restrain his ferocious desire.

Just like he'd said—when it's offered up, there's no reason to refuse.

"Song Guanchao, let go of Chairman Tan!"

Shen Qing grabbed his arm, stopping him from touching Chairman Tan.

Song Guanchao turned his head to look at her, and that look filled with raw desire made Shen Qing shiver uncontrollably.

She suddenly thought of the time they'd shared a bed—the image of Song Guanchao pressing down on her—leaving her momentarily dazed.

And in that brief moment of distraction, Song Guanchao had already yanked up her qipao, exposing her smooth, white thighs, and her soft, bouncy, perky ass, an assault on his senses.

Already driven half-mad by the drug, his lust surged even more violently.

Rip!

He seized Shen Qing's panties and with one forceful tug, tore them into strips of cloth.

Shen Qing gasped lightly, hurriedly clamped her legs together and reached down to cover herself, her heart pounding frantically with terror and panic—she had no capacity left to worry about Chairman Tan.

But no matter how she tried to hide, under Song Guanchao's nearly brutal hands her qipao was quickly shredded to tatters, clinging to her like erotic lingerie.

Her most private spots scandalously revealed—the teasing exposure agitated Song Guanchao's nerves, driving him wilder with lust.

Shen Qing's eyes grew misty with tears, and Song Guanchao's fingerprints marked her slender arms.

Song Guanchao's heavy, noisy breathing was like that of a raging bull.

After shredding all of Shen Qing's clothing, he turned his eyes to Chairman Tan, who'd somehow snuck off the bed.

Seeing he'd spotted her, Chairman Tan backed away step by step until she was pressed against the wall with nowhere else to go.

"Song Guanchao, don't do anything rash—ah!"

Song Guanchao suddenly grabbed her, yanked down her trousers in one swift move.

Her long snow-white legs instantly laid bare.

Amid her scream, the buttons of her blouse popped off one by one, and the full curves gathered by her wireless bra bounced with her body, practically spilling out.

Song Guanchao gripped her bra and tore it off violently; her pale, perky breasts instantly sprang free.

She hurried to cover up—her former composure and calm nowhere to be seen.

Song Guanchao licked his lips, seized her wrists, pinned them up against the wall.

Her body was pinned to the wall, utterly helpless, forced to expose her most sensitive places.

Song Guanchao buried his head in her plump chest, taking a fierce bite.

Chairman Tan bit her lip hard, but still let out faint, involuntary moans.

Shame washed over her.

On the bed, Shen Qing saw all this, her mind blank with shock.

All of this happened in a split second.

From when Song Guanchao realized he'd been drugged to now—dealing with two women like this—barely three to five minutes had passed.

After biting a few times, Song Guanchao lifted his head to stare at Chairman Tan's delicate, pretty face, now contorted with resistance and rage. He just gave a cold smile, gripped her by the waist, and threw her onto the bed.

He came over and quickly stripped off his own clothes.

When the two women saw his hard, terrifying arousal, fear flickered across both their faces.

Chairman Tan bit her lip so hard it almost bled, her eyes nearly hopeless.

According to the plan, Song Guanchao was supposed to sleep with Shen Qing tonight.

She had even installed cameras in this suite, meaning the entire process of Song Guanchao and Shen Qing having sex would be recorded.

She wasn't doing this to threaten Song Guanchao, but simply to lure him into cooperation.

It was just that, for certain reasons, she couldn't bring herself to trust Song Guanchao directly, so she resorted to this method.

But she never expected the drug to work so fast, leading to this chaotic situation.

Chairman Tan hugged her body, curled her legs tightly together, desperately covering her most intimate spots.

But she knew it was all in vain.

Seeing Song Guanchao strip bare and walk over with that intimidating weapon, Chairman Tan refused to give in.

As Song Guanchao approached and stretched out his hand, she suddenly threw herself at him.

She tried to use her body's weight to knock Song Guanchao down, so she could run out during the chaos.

However, once she crashed into him, it didn't have the effect she wanted.

Song Guanchao's reactions were fast—he caught her instantly and pinned her entire body down beneath him.

By the time she realized, his hand was already yanking off her panties.

She just felt something slip away below—the last shred of decency stripped away.

Then, she felt something hard and hot approaching rapidly.

Her pupils contracted, her whole body jolted like electricity shot through her.

She shoved at Song Guanchao with all her might, yelling, "Don't touch me!"

Song Guanchao twisted her hands together, pinned them above her head with one hand against the mattress.

With the other hand, he grabbed her full breasts, squeezing them so hard they changed shape.

Her breathing turned ragged, her cheeks burning red, and even her skin took on a faint blush.

All these signs made it clear—no matter what she thought, her body's response made her need unmistakable.

Song Guanchao, as if savoring the torment, didn't rush to penetrate her.

He pressed the tip of himself again and again to her plump, juicy bud, teasing her, tormenting her.

Only when her breath was so hot and heavy her eyes clouded over did Song Guanchao suddenly pause, the tip of his cock nudging at Yumen's entrance.

Then, without warning, he slammed his hips down.

Song Guanchao was instantly engulfed by scalding tightness, that snug, resistant grip doing nothing to stop his onslaught.

When he finally buried himself to the hilt, the warm, slippery pressure made Song Guanchao groan in pleasure, letting out a deep, satisfied breath.

And underneath him, Chairman Tan's tender body was already quivering, even twitching slightly, her mouth releasing moans of both searing torment and twisted delight she couldn't suppress.

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