Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Just as Ye Fei began to relax, an even greater stimulus hit him. Perhaps feeling that even facing sideways wasn't enough to endure the situation, Song Xuan continued to turn until her back was fully against Ye Fei.

This was a fatal move for Ye Fei, as Song Xuan's perfectly rounded and perky buttocks pressed firmly against him through their clothes, immediately causing his lower body to react despite having just been "fed" by Liu Fengyi. In an instant, he was standing at attention, pressing against the beauty in front of him.

The hard sensation against her backside momentarily stunned Song Xuan. Though she was still pure, she wasn't naive enough to mistake it for something like Ye Fei's phone. A mix of embarrassment and anger surged within her.

Song Xuan felt like she was going crazy. As the youngest princess of one of Beijing's most powerful families, she had never experienced anything like this. Even though her family had arranged a marriage for her to ensure their legacy, her so-called fiancé had only ever exchanged polite words with her—never even touching her hand, let alone anything more intimate. Yet now, this annoying brat was pressed against her in such a direct and inappropriate way.

To express her displeasure, Song Xuan instinctively twisted her body, trying to escape the unwelcome pressure. However, she forgot that her semi-high heels and long legs made her almost the same height as Ye Fei.

As she moved, the offending object, which had initially been pressed against her soft buttocks, seemed to have a mind of its own, sliding into the crevice between her cheeks and pressing firmly against a place she rarely even touched herself.

Shocked and furious, Song Xuan twisted her waist a few more times, only to realize that her movements had made the situation worse. Not only did it seem to invigorate the brat behind her, but it also sent a tingling sensation through her body.

While it felt oddly pleasurable, it mostly left her flustered. She quickly stopped moving, though her mind was filled with curses for Ye Fei: Damn Ye Fei! Stupid Ye Fei! Just wait until we're out of here—I'll make you pay! Even if you're Fengyi's nephew, it won't save you!

While Song Xuan was silently fuming, Ye Fei was thoroughly enjoying himself. Her earlier movements had been incredibly stimulating, making him wish he could tear through their clothes and plunge into her warmth. Even though she had stopped moving, the pressure against him remained intensely pleasurable. While it wasn't as thrilling as before, Ye Fei didn't dare move himself, knowing full well that Song Xuan must already despise him.

In truth, Ye Fei wasn't entirely to blame for the situation. If Song Xuan hadn't moved so much, they wouldn't have ended up in such an awkward position. This was something Song Xuan, with her intelligence and position, could easily deduce.

However, no matter how high her status, she was still a woman, and women tend to be a little petty. She didn't consider her role in the situation, instead focusing on how to punish the audacious brat once they were out of the elevator. Only then could she feel somewhat better.

To Song Xuan's dismay, the elevator, which was usually empty at this time, seemed unusually busy today. It stopped at almost every floor, with more people entering than exiting, making the space increasingly cramped and pushing Ye Fei even tighter against her.

To make matters worse, when someone behind Ye Fei tried to squeeze out, they used Ye Fei's back for leverage, causing him to shift and rub against her a few times. This sent a wave of mixed emotions through Song Xuan—half anger, half panic—as she realized her body was betraying her.

With each movement, a warm, embarrassing wetness began to seep from her most intimate place.

To Song Xuan, it felt like an eternity before the elevator finally reached the ground floor. As people began to exit, the space finally opened up, and Ye Fei immediately stepped away from her.

Once they separated, Ye Fei couldn't help but glance down at the prominent bulge in his pants, noticing a faint wet spot. He couldn't help but marvel inwardly: This beauty is made of water. Just this little contact and she's already left a mark.

Though Ye Fei had behaved decently by stepping away as soon as the crowd thinned, Song Xuan wasn't ready to forgive him. Taking a deep breath, she turned to confront him, but her first instinct was to glance at the source of her discomfort—just as Ye Fei had done.

The moment she saw it, her face flushed crimson. It wasn't the sight of the bulge itself—after all, she'd felt it the entire ride—but the faint wet spot on his pants that she couldn't accept.

Clenching her legs slightly, she felt the dampness between them and immediately understood what had caused the wet spot on Ye Fei's pants. Her face burned even hotter with embarrassment. She no longer had the heart to scold him, instead shooting him a fierce glare before hurrying away with uncharacteristically clumsy steps.

As she walked, she felt both more humiliated and oddly relieved: Thank goodness I'm not wearing a skirt today—that would've been a disaster!

As Ye Fei watched Song Xuan's alluring figure walk away, eventually disappearing into a government-licensed car, a faint smile played on his lips.

If his initial impression of Song Xuan in the elevator was merely one of admiration, now he found himself genuinely intrigued. It wasn't just the awkward intimacy they'd shared during the ride—it was her genuine embarrassment and anger that struck him.

The fact that she could react so strongly to such a situation spoke volumes about her character. She was a woman of purity and integrity, and the unmistakable aura of innocence she carried only reinforced that.

It looked like coming to Wanghailou in the future wouldn't just be about foursomes anymore. Ye Fei let his imagination run wild, completely oblivious to the fact that after today's incident, Song Xuan now harbored not just disdain for him—but a deeper resentment as well.

Stepping into the restroom on the first floor, Ye Fei changed into a fresh pair of pants.

As for the ones marked by an interesting stain, he carefully set them aside, thinking they might be worth keeping. Only then did he stroll out of the place—a place that now housed more than a few of his women.