Chapter 7: My Good Brother Is Cuckolding Me

Xu Yinsheng was startled.

What on earth does this guy want to do?

“Take off your clothes.”

Zhao Yicheng pressed the voice recorder in his pocket, looking at the girl who seemed to want to refuse but also hesitate.

“Get lost, I’m not that kind of person!”

Xu Yinsheng glared at him angrily.

Old Zhao, I’m happy for you if you want to find a woman, but if you want to put this hat (cuckold) on your brother’s head, I’m very displeased.

But you dare to even think about cuckolding me?

Clenching her small fists, Xu Yinsheng scoffed. 

She now only wanted to smash that handsome face in front of her. 

Later, she would change the front door password, break ties, completely break ties!

She stood up, stepping on the soft sofa, picked up the tablet, and prepared to go back to her bedroom. 

No more, no more. 

If she can’t provoke him, she can at least avoid him. 

She would settle accounts with him after she changed back. 

Suddenly, her foot twisted, and she fell backward…

“Ah!” she exclaimed.

Her body collided with his strong, hard legs, and she instantly winced in pain.

But that wasn’t the worst part.

Her right back of the head seemed to have hit a stick, getting poked directly.

The pain made her see stars, and her entire face turned pale.

Pain.

“Ah! So painful!” she cried out in pain.

Zhao Yicheng’s expression darkened.

Heh, women!

She’s leaning on me for support and still yelling in pain?

What a waste of acting talent! 

My own precious part got a “blunt force trauma,” and I didn’t even cry out.

His best friend really found a gem, uh… in terms of personality, an ultimate green tea b-word.

However, thinking of his current purpose, his gloomy expression turned gentle.

“Does it hurt? I’ll rub it for you.” 

A charmingly wicked and sensual voice sounded in Xu Yinsheng’s ear. 

The deep, mellow voice carried a hint of temptation.

Xu Yinsheng looked up and saw a magnified, handsome face up close. 

Those deep, phoenix-like eyes glimmered with a dangerous light, and the corners of his lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

A familiar scent filled her nostrils, ears, and heart, bringing her peace, comfort, and, more importantly… stirring her heart.

For the first time, Xu Yinsheng thought her best friend was so… handsome!

“Let me rub it for you.”

His fingertips were icy cold, touching her warm, long hair.

Perhaps the “hentai female protagonist physique” had taken effect, causing Xu Yinsheng to tremble.

“Heh.”

Zhao Yicheng’s lips curved slightly, and he thought to himself, “She took the bait.”

This kind of woman always says no, no, but her body is incredibly honest.

“Does it still hurt? Am I better, or is your boyfriend better?” 

He leaned close to her ear and whispered.

“Mmm…” 

The girl moaned softly, her cheeks flushed, incredibly shy, but she didn’t push him away.

“Quickly,” Zhao Yicheng urged, patting her butt a few times.

It truly dirtied his hands. 

If it weren’t for his brother, he wouldn’t get involved personally.

“That…” 

The girl whined flirtatiously, her cherry lips slightly parted. 

Just as she was about to speak, his hand tightened, pressing her mouth against his crotch, where the voice recorder was.

“It’s not my head that hurts, it’s my foot that’s sprained,” Xu Yinsheng said weakly.

Though the massage felt quite comfortable, could he please not press her head against his crotch? 

Although it smelled good, it just felt weird.

Zhao Yicheng’s expression stiffened, as if cracking.

“It’s okay, I’ll rub it for you,” he squatted down and still said softly.

Xu Yinsheng nodded, as docile as a cat.

To think that just a few days ago, he was completely aloof towards “Xu Ying,” and now he’s suddenly so attentive.

Why is such a good brother so hell-bent on cuckolding himself?

Could it be that after her gender transformation, her charm became limitless, and even after just one encounter, he was captivated, and even a friend’s wife wouldn’t deter him?

When those hands touched her slightly swollen ankle, Xu Yinsheng’s heart inexplicably skipped half a beat.

His movements were very gentle, as if afraid of hurting her.

Xu Yinsheng comfortably squinted her eyes, looking at his focused expression, and suddenly felt a liking for him.

His well-defined fingers rubbed back and forth on her slender ankle. 

Xu Yinsheng felt a little ticklish and couldn’t help but want to pull away.

But as soon as she made a move, she was held in place. 

Then she heard his deep, magnetic voice.

“Don’t move.”

The little deer in her heart suddenly pounded. 

Xu Yinsheng unconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked her dry lips. 

So comfortable, my brother is amazing.

His long, fair fingers moved upwards along her inner thigh, stopping at the sole of her foot just as Xu Yinsheng was about to lose control. 

His fingers slowly drew circles.

Perhaps the “hentai female protagonist physique” had taken effect, as Xu Yinsheng’s breathing suddenly became rapid, and her small face flushed crimson.

His fingertips were like magic, making her body hotter and hotter.

The man’s thumb rubbed back and forth on her ankle, and Xu Yinsheng’s toes curled.

Xu Yinsheng couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

This delicate moan, tinged with laziness, would make anyone’s imagination run wild.

Zhao Yicheng’s eyes flickered slightly. 

He looked up at her.

“Am I better, or is Xu Yinsheng better?”

“You are,” Xu Yinsheng was already lost in a sea of comfort, instinctively following the other person’s tone.

“Do you like me, or do you like him?”

“I like you,” Xu Yinsheng was in a daze, unable to think clearly.

“Why are you approaching him? Is it for money?”

“No,” Xu Yinsheng shook her head. 

I’m so rich, why would I approach myself for money?

Wait, a question popped into her dazed little head.

Approaching myself, it sounds weird, but I can’t quite put my finger on why.

Zhao Yicheng sneered. 

Still playing hard to get.

He smacked the girl’s full, peachy butt.

“Say you’re doing it for money.”

The girl whimpered, her body becoming even more limp and weak.

Xu Yinsheng winced in pain, looking at him pitifully.

“Old Zhao, be gentle.”

Zhao Yicheng gritted his teeth, veins throbbing on his forehead.

What’s my relationship with her?

“Old Zhao” is not something a third party like her can call me.

Another smack, three-tenths harder than before.

It hurt so much that tears almost fell from Xu Yinsheng’s eyes.

“Say it, you’re doing it for money.”

“Okay, I’m doing it for money,” Xu Yinsheng complained miserably, then mumbled softly, “I don’t lack money at all.”

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Zhao Yicheng pressed the voice recorder.

He didn’t bother being gentle, simply stood up, threw the girl in his arms onto the sofa, and sneered, “You don’t lack money, but you lack morals!”

Xu Yinsheng, thrown onto the sofa.

Another wad of cash was slapped onto her face.

Her mouth twitched.

Why did he suddenly change his demeanor?

She didn’t understand what she had done wrong.

“Get out soon. Those two apartments are yours,” Zhao Yicheng said with disgust, wiping his hands on the sofa.

Dirty, so dirty.

He’d have to wash them thoroughly when he got back.

With that, he turned and walked out the door.

Xu Yinsheng stared blankly at the hundred-yuan bills scattered on the floor.

Was this a replica of “Here’s five million, leave my son”?

She wanted to catch up and explain, but her twisted ankle kept her from getting up for a moment.

She could only clutch her sprained ankle, wincing in pain.