MTLNOVEL Chapter 1.2
The blunt message from the stranger made Zhang Meng feel both nervous and scared. In all her years, this was the first time she’d ever dared to do something so bold.
[“Mm!”] She replied timidly.
Upon receiving her response, the other party sent a voice call request. For a fleeting moment, Zhang Meng considered hanging up, but she also felt a pang of reluctance to let it go.
She thought to herself, *I’ve already come this far—I can’t back out now.*
Summoning her courage, she accepted the call. After the voice call connected, the other party didn’t speak for a while, so she awkwardly broke the silence first.
“Hello!”
But the moment they heard her voice, the stranger let out a low, pleasant chuckle. That laugh seemed to ripple through her mind like an electric wave, making Zhang Meng’s face flush and her ears burn. Once again, she felt the urge to hang up.
She wondered, *What does that voice mean?*
*Is he mocking me for being a lonely, desperate woman?*
“Your voice is really nice.”
Just as Zhang Meng was debating whether to end the call, the other party finally spoke—and it was to compliment her voice.
The man’s voice on the other end was low and raspy, laced with a thick, hormone-charged charm. Judging by his voice, he sounded at least in his thirties—sure enough, profile pictures can be deceiving.
“Thanks!”
He seemed to pick up on her nervousness and chuckled, “First time trying this?”
“Mm!”
“Me too.”
Zhang Meng glanced at their call interface with some surprise, her fingers pausing as she struggled to find a response.
“But I’m pretty experienced in that department.”
“…”
The man’s bold words made Zhang Meng feel as though her blood had frozen, leaving her utterly speechless.
He laughed again and said, “If you’re scared, it’s not too late to end it now.”
Hearing this, Zhang Meng snapped out of her daze and stammered nervously, “I… I’m not scared, just a little unaccustomed to it.”
Huo Yang lay on a narrow bunk bed in a simple, portable cabin with dim lighting. He was on a last-minute business trip to Jiangcheng today. After hearing about a minor issue with the project, he rushed to the construction site without delay. By the time he finished dealing with everything, it was already ten o’clock at night. Originally, he’d planned to book a room at a nearby hotel to rest for the night before heading back to Lingcheng the next day.
But a few of the site managers dragged him out for drinks instead. The construction site was at least a half-hour drive from the nearest hotel, and with strict DUI checks in the area, the managers didn’t feel comfortable letting him drive. They insisted on clearing out a small, private cabin for him to spend the night.
Before settling in, Huo Yang wandered over to the workers’ shared cabins. A group of shirtless men were either smoking and playing cards or watching porn on full blast. The cramped space was thick with smoke and noise. As he was leaving, he noticed a man in his fifties by the door, jerking off to a voice call on his phone. The man caught Huo Yang’s curious glance and casually explained that he’d used WeChat’s “Shake” feature to find a “young chick” for voice sex.
This kind of thing was commonplace at the site. After all, these men—stuck at the construction site for six months or more at a time—rarely encountered women. Finding ways to satisfy their physical urges was only natural. But voice sex over WeChat? That was something Huo Yang had never heard of before, and it sparked a flicker of restless curiosity in him.
At thirty-five, Huo Yang had spent a decade building a successful career, yet he’d never had a serious relationship. When the urge hit and he couldn’t hold back, he’d stay home, put on some porn, and take care of it himself with his hand. Friends had teased him more than once, suggesting he just hire a prostitute for a night.
Huo Yang resisted the idea mentally, worried about picking up some disease if he got hooked.
Back in the cabin, Huo Yang decided to try WeChat’s “Shake” feature, thinking that connecting with some flirty stranger and getting off through voice might be more thrilling than watching porn alone. When the “Shake” page showed he’d matched with someone thousands of kilometers away, he hesitated a bit. After all, judging only by the cat in the profile picture, he couldn’t even be sure if the other person was a woman.
But the moment he heard a soft, sweet “Hello” through the voice call, it instantly ignited the smoldering desire deep within him. His arousal surged straight to his groin, swelling painfully.
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