Chapter 21: Chapter 21 The Proactive Goddess

Song Xin already had an attractive figure, and the moment her dress strap slipped off, it naturally fell to her waist.

When Zhang Hao saw that she was only wearing a simple white bra underneath, he noticed that the cups could hardly contain her fullness.

He remembered back in class, Song Xin wasn’t this well-endowed.

There were even rumors that if Song Xin’s breasts were a bit larger, she could have been the campus belle.

It was because her chest was a bit small that she only became the class belle.

Song Xin bent her arms behind her back, unhooked her bra, but didn’t rush to take it off.

The bra hung on her shoulders, but with it loosened, it no longer served its purpose.

The two full mounds began to quiver uncontrollably, and soon enough, the playful little bunnies all popped out.

"Zhang Hao, touch me." Song Xin said.

Zhang Hao’s movement seemed delayed, as if Song Xin thought he was too slow.

She directly grabbed his hand and placed it on her left breast.

Just placing it there wasn’t enough, she also applied a bit of pressure on the back of Zhang Hao’s hand.

"Yes, just like that, grab it, knead it to your heart’s content, don’t men like you love this part of a woman the most?"

As Song Xin spoke, she didn’t forget to continue licking that stick.

Zhang Hao let out a sneer and immediately increased the strength of his fingers, mercilessly kneading Song Xin’s soft mound.

He even used his fingertips to lightly twist the cherry, the slight pain caused Song Xin to gasp loudly, almost crying out.

"Don’t you not have a girlfriend, how... how are you so skilled at this, you’re too familiar with a woman’s sensitive spots."

Watching the goddess with flushed face and rapid breaths, Zhang Hao didn’t speak and after a few minutes of roughly handling those soft mounds,

Song Xin knelt before him, squeezing her breasts together and trapped Zhang Hao’s member between them, starting to stroke it up and down.

Seeing the goddess move so adeptly, Zhang Hao knew that Lin Zhen must have had plenty of such experiences.

No wonder the goddess’s breasts had grown from so small to this size now; she must have been quite active.

Watching his member moving in and out between those two soft mounds, with Song Xin continuing to bow her head,

She stuck out her tongue, and whenever the tip came out, she would reach for it with her tongue.

Zhang Hao felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

The Song Xin whom he had once revered as a goddess, he never imagined she could be so wanton behind closed doors.

If the male classmates knew that she was giving him a handjob in the men’s restroom stall, what would they think?

"Song Xin, why are you doing this, you still need to find a boyfriend and get married in the future. Aren’t you afraid he will despise you?"

Song Xin looked up, her eyes sultry as silk, and said softly, "Are you worried I won’t be able to get married in the future?"

Zhang Hao didn’t reply, but Song Xin continued, "I didn’t want to, but seeing you so big, I couldn’t help myself, doesn’t it feel good?"

Not feeling good would be a lie, but Zhang Hao couldn’t fathom what was truly on Song Xin’s mind.

They say that a woman’s heart is the most poisonous, what if there was a trap ahead?

Zhang Hao couldn’t afford to make mistakes, so until he understood why Song Xin was being so forward, he wouldn’t daringly agree to any of her requests.

The cellphone in his pocket suddenly rang, and Zhang Hao hurriedly took it out to look at the number on the screen, which seemed familiar.

Wasn’t that the contact left for the hospital’s external recruitment?

It had only been a few minutes, and they were already calling him.

Zhang Hao didn’t hesitate to answer, "Hello, this is Zhang Hao, may I ask who this is?"

"I’m Director Sun, we just met,"

Zhang Hao quickly responded, "Director Sun, did my resume pass?"

Before Director Sun could reply, Zhang Hao suddenly felt himself enveloped by a warm tightness.

Glancing up, he realized that Song Xin, at some unknown point, had turned her back to him, parting her buttocks.

She guided his ’spear’ to the entrance and sat down on it, and that wasn’t all—Song Xin was actively moving up and down on him.

Zhang Hao, frowning, continued to respond to Director Sun’s call.

"Yes, your resume is good. I’ve just shown it to the leaders, and they said you can come to the hospital for an internship, which will last for three months,"

"If you pass the final evaluation, you’ll be an official employee. As for your salary, during the internship period, you’ll only get 75% of the regular pay."

"What do you think? If that’s alright, come to my office tomorrow, and we’ll go over the details."

Zhang Hao had thought his chance at the job was gone, but unexpectedly, he received an answer so quickly.

He responded enthusiastically, "Okay, do I need to bring anything else?"

"Your ID card, two one-inch photos with a blue background—that’s all. Tomorrow morning at 10 a.m., I’ll wait for you in my office. Don’t be late."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Hao’s mood was no longer suppressed. With the goddess Song Xin being so proactive, he couldn’t care less about anything else.

He tightly wrapped his hands around Song Xin’s slender waist, applying all his strength to thrust vigorously.

He hadn’t imagined that Lin Zhen and Song Xin had been together so many times, but Song Xin still felt so tight.

It seemed that Lin Zhen wasn’t as well-endowed as he thought.

"Slow down, slow down, Zhang Hao, you’re too rough,"

Song Xin pleaded intermittently, but Zhang Hao didn’t even think of stopping.

Soon, Song Xin was exhausted, propping herself against the door with sweat dripping down her cheeks.

She thought about her long time with Lin Zhen, where she often went all out to please him.

This was the first time she experienced the sensation of being ’done’ to the point of delirium.

If she had known it would be like this, she should’ve gotten closer to Zhang Hao from the start, but it wasn’t too late now.

Song Xin kept contracting her muscles there, attempting to clamp down on Zhang Hao’s ’meat stick.’

Suddenly, rustling sounds came from the next stall. Song Xin perked up her ears to listen, revealing a smile.

Zhang Hao didn’t care about that; he was reaching a critical point. After dozens of thrusts, he pulled out.

And finished on Song Xin’s round buttocks.

Looking back at him, Song Xin’s tone was tinged with reproach, "Why did you do it outside? You should have done it inside. It feels better that way!"

Zhang Hao didn’t speak, grabbed some paper from the side, and cleaned up Song Xin.

"Sorry, Song Xin, you’re just too tempting. I couldn’t hold myself back. But don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility for you," he offered.

Song Xin turned around, her eyes full of seduction, "Take responsibility for what? We’re both adults. You had your fun, and so did I."

"But about what happened today, you can’t go around talking about it, okay? You go out first and make sure there’s no one else around, then I’ll leave."

"Here, help me fasten my bra, I can’t reach it myself."

Song Xin turned her back again, and Zhang Hao carefully hooked the clasps of her bra.

Meanwhile, the sounds in the next stall continued intermittently, and Song Xin whispered into Zhang Hao’s ear,

"Did you hear that? Someone’s taking care of themselves over there. Looks like we gave them a free live show today."