The next day, the sun rose bright and early.
But in the presidential suite, the group of men and women were still sleeping like the dead.
For once, Qi Sheng didn’t wake up early. He’d been thoroughly exhausted yesterday.
A bird’s-eye view of the scene would have made countless perverts explode with envy.
A bevy of beauties lay sprawled across an enormous bed.
And the only man present had his arms being used as pillows by four stunning women.
Qu Man, Jiang Wanqiu, Wu Qingqing, and Wu Chuchu.
As for Tan Hua, she was, of course, enjoying her VIP girlfriend status, half-snuggled in Qi Sheng’s arms.
There was even a familiar little pendant draped over his body.
Du Xinxin was fast asleep, occasionally reaching out a small hand to push away something that was poking her uncomfortably.
Soon, the young woman’s beautiful, still-drowsy eyes fluttered open.
She froze for a second, then let out a happy giggle.
"Qi Sheng, do you want me to help you?"
Du Xinxin wrapped her arms around Qi Sheng’s neck and blew a fragrant breath near his ear.
Speaking of which, the three little ones were about to start their junior year of college in the fall.
Ever since they started sharing Qi Sheng as a boyfriend, their lives had been unbelievably fabulous.
They drove matching Porsches—the "bestie" edition—and were famous at Chuanyin for being beautiful heiresses.
Although among them, only Tao Siyao was the real deal.
But with a super-rich boyfriend like Qi Sheng...
...if they called themselves beautiful heiresses, who could deny it?
Qi Sheng had been up all night, but now he was full of energy again.
’A 95 Physique is no joke. It’s awesome!’
...
Seeing Du Xinxin trot off to the bathroom, Qi Sheng let out a long sigh of relief.
’As expected of the little girlfriend I’ve trained so meticulously.’
’Her technique is getting more and more refined. No teeth at all.’
’Innocent on the surface, but wild underneath.’
’I love it, I love it. I’ve got to give the girl a reward.’
Qi Sheng carefully extracted his two numb arms from under the girls’ heads, rubbed them, and got out of bed.
In the bathroom, Du Xinxin was humming happily, completely unaware of the approaching danger.
"How did you get in here?"
Du Xinxin was lathering up with soap when Qi Sheng suddenly wrapped his arms around her.
The part of him that had just settled down was stirring back to life.
"Mmm... you bad boy..."
Du Xinxin’s body quickly went limp, and she collapsed into Qi Sheng’s arms.
Seeing how ravenous Qi Sheng was, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of shyness and pride.
Recently, a certain part of her had shown considerable growth.
In reality, this wasn’t Qi Sheng’s doing.
If she relied solely on eating papayas, it would take until the cows came home to see any results.
When the system took action, the results were naturally outstanding.
’Improving her figure is much cheaper than improving her looks.’
’A mere 20 million was enough to raise Du Xinxin’s figure score from 90 to 91.’
’Although, she still hasn’t broken through to a C-cup.’
’But it’s a tiny bit bigger than her previous B+.’
Even that tiny bit of progress made Du Xinxin ecstatic.
Seeing Qi Sheng so proactively "helping" her grow, she naturally became shy and let him do as he pleased.
She dreamed of having a figure like Sister Rui’s.
At the very least, she couldn’t be worse off than Tao Siyao.
Now that she finally saw a glimmer of hope, she had to persevere no matter what.
Qi Sheng had come to understand a few things about the system’s figure scoring.
Size was just one dimension of the score.
Otherwise, wouldn’t women with G-cups or larger have figure scores over 100?
But based on the average among his girlfriends...
...a score of 93 definitely corresponded to a C-Level.
Qi Sheng planned to give the young woman a surprise next month.
He would raise her figure directly to the girlfriend average.
Du Xinxin bit her lip to keep from making a sound, afraid the other girls would hear them.
Normally, she was quite bold.
But there were so many people, and many of the girls she didn’t know very well yet.
If they were caught, she would definitely die of social embarrassment.
But the more she tried to endure it, the rougher Qi Sheng became.
Du Xinxin finally couldn’t hold back any longer, letting out a series of delicate, trembling cries.
Her fair, slender waist was held tightly in Qi Sheng’s hands.
Two bruised fingerprints appeared, showing just how much force he was using.
"Ooh... ooh... you jerk..."
The tops of Du Xinxin’s thighs spasmed uncontrollably, and she arched her fair, delicate neck.
She looked as fragile as a dying swan, seemingly unable to bear Qi Sheng’s "favor."
When Qi Sheng finally finished, panting softly...
...the young woman was already boneless, collapsing limply into his arms.
The bruises and red marks on the sides of her slender waist were clearly his handiwork.
"Hee hee, it’s okay. They’ll be gone in a couple of days."
Du Xinxin wrapped her arms around Qi Sheng’s neck, her eyes filled with love.
Even though Qi Sheng had many girlfriends, he had always been a little partial to her.
A person isn’t a machine; how could someone truly divide their heart into equal pieces?
"Good girl."
Qi Sheng pulled the young woman forcefully into his embrace and kissed her delicate, pink lips.
But as they kissed, he started to get aroused again.
Du Xinxin obediently knelt down, not minding in the slightest.
Qi Sheng closed his eyes, enjoying the warm stream of water from the showerhead.

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