MTLNOVEL Chapter 1.1
“Mmm… ah… mmm…”
In a dimly lit bedroom, a gorgeous woman lay naked on a pristine white bed, letting out soft, uncontrollable moans. Her raised thighs swayed side to side, as if unsure whether to spread apart or clamp shut.
At the trembling base of her thighs, her fingers pried apart two flushed, tender folds, gently pressing on the sensitive little bud at the top, instantly igniting a tingling, unbearable sensation throughout her body.
“Stick your hand in there—is your slutty little hole dripping yet, huh?”
From the Bluetooth earbud nestled in her ear came a man’s low, rugged voice, stirring and teasing her desire relentlessly through the device.
“Mmm… it’s dripping…” Her untouched little hole, never explored by anyone else, responded sensitively, gushing with even more slick wetness. Zhang Meng’s middle finger slipped inside with ease.
In the past, Zhang Meng hadn’t been unfamiliar with trying to slide a finger in herself, but it always felt raw and uncomfortable, prompting her to quickly pull it out. Tonight, though, her little hole felt strangely itchy and insatiable.
“Harder—fuck yourself with your finger. Is one enough? If not, I’ll give you two…”
Zhang Meng’s middle finger moved in and out faster, her palm slamming against her swollen clit with every thrust, sending waves of unprecedented pleasure coursing through her. Her greedy little hole eagerly sucked at her finger.
“Mmm… ah… it’s enough…”
Hearing the woman’s tantalizing moans, the man’s voice grew rougher and more wickedly enticing. “Enough? One finger can’t possibly satisfy you. Add another—let me fuck that slutty hole of yours until it’s ruined…”
Lost in the throes of desire, Zhang Meng’s rationality slipped away. Obediently, she added another finger. Her tight little hole stretched wide, the tender flesh scraped by her nails sending shudders through her body. Her two fingers were gripped tightly inside, and with every thrust and pull, she could feel the slick wetness splashing out uncontrollably.
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Half an hour ago, Zhang Meng ended a call with her friend Lu Huanhuan. Encouraged by her friend’s prompting, she gathered her courage and opened WeChat’s “Shake” feature to add a random stranger of the opposite sex, eager to try the thrilling experience of “voice sex” that her friend had described.
In truth, Zhang Meng was very beautiful, blessed with undeniable physical allure. She was often surrounded by numerous suitors with excellent prospects. However, she could never overcome the deep-seated pit of inferiority that had been buried in her heart since childhood.
Her fair, delicate oval face, neatly shaped nascent eyebrows, and deep, luminous eyes carried a subtle, elegant charm. Her refined nose and full, rosy lips—reminiscent of two vivid red rose petals—were captivating. The most striking feature of her beauty was the dimples that appeared at the corners of her mouth whenever she smiled, exuding a comforting, healing warmth. Perhaps this perfectly embodied the saying, “A shallow dimple smile, swaying with grace.”
With youthful elegance and a sweet yet understated charm, she was neither overly delicate nor ostentatiously glamorous—terms that fit her perfectly. Alongside her stunning looks, her figure was equally impressive: slender yet endowed with the fullness a woman should have. Her plump, rounded breasts were a solid D-cup, and her shapely hips added a touch of sensual allure.
Soon after using the “Shake” feature, her WeChat was flooded with friend requests. Staring at the slew of unfamiliar profile pictures, Zhang Meng couldn’t help but feel hesitant and regretful. In her twenty-six years of life, she had never been this bold. But as she grew older, her womanly desires had intensified. She could only rely on adult videos and masturbation to release her pent-up needs, though it was far from enough. The emptiness of her little hole often left her restless and yearning.
Just as she was about to exit WeChat, a new friend request popped up on the screen, accompanied by a blunt and explicit message:
[“Wanna have voice sex?”]
Zhang Meng’s fingers paused involuntarily. It seemed that in this tech-driven era, there were plenty of people like her, seeking to quench the thirst in their hearts through the power of their phones.
Zhang Meng clicked on the other person’s profile card to take a look. The WeChat name was blank, and the profile picture was a handsome side profile bathed in sunlight and shadow—clearly a stock image from the internet. Her own profile picture, on the other hand, was a photo of her American shorthair cat, Little Coffee, from home.
Her fingers hesitated for a moment, but she still pressed the option to pass the friend request. After all, she genuinely wanted to give it a try.
Almost immediately, the other party sent her a message. As if suddenly remembering something, Zhang Meng quickly adjusted the settings to block both her and the stranger’s Moments (social feed) from each other. Doing something like this, she couldn’t afford to let
her privacy slip.
[“Wanna have voice sex?”]