God Of Crafting

Chapter 100: It’s quite exhilarating, isn’t it?

"With that said, there's one more thing that I need to discuss with you in detail, now that we are going to work together," Chihiro said, breaking the script of how, more or less, we planned this meeting to go.

He then turned towards where I sat with Claire before nodding his head and then pointing it out towards the door.

"You kids can leave. This is the discussion I need to have in private," he added, excusing us out of the meeting.

'Hmm?' I squinted my eyes a bit, unprepared for the sudden change to the plan of how things were supposed to work out...

But who was I to stop Chihiro, a ninth-stage cultivator and the father of my woman, from telling me what to do?

"Yes, sir," I nodded my head before standing up only to offer Claire a hand and then help her up as well. "We are going to take our leave, then," I announced, only to turn around and, while pulling Claire along, leave the room.

The very moment we did, the attention of every person queueing in the room turned towards the two of us.

'Did the news spread already?' I thought at first. Yet, as I noticed that most of those looks appeared to be disinterested, I understood where I made the mistake in my assessment.

Most of the people looked at us before we were called in before anyone else and with the special invitation, rather than because of our identity and the popular drama it was likely to start on the web right about now.

'A nobody seen with the ice beauty of the cultivation district? Is this the so-called forbidden romance?' I thought, already picturing such a title appearing today on the web only for tomorrow to swarm out from every possible angle all at once.

Nevertheless, save for some useless attention, there was nothing stopping us from leaving the place. And, having nothing else to achieve in this building, we hurriedly left...

While startling at first, I soon immersed myself in the kiss, more than happy to indulge a bit. And in all honesty, the thrill of making out while driven by just some algorithm...

'Wait, don't tell me she meant...'

Claire's hand moving down from my side and landing on my pants quickly proved that my intuition was likely on the point. But as down for some carnal fun, as I always was, just one question refused to leave my mind.

'Just why... why now?'

Why was this precisely the moment Claire picked to bring that conversation back and, from the look of things, turn it from something we merely talked about into yet another experience we could fondly look back upon whenever a situation called for either of us to prepare ourselves ahead of the actual flirt.

Yet, as Claire's hand unsheathed my dick from below the layer of my pants and then underwear, all my thoughts vanished into oblivion, fully replaced by nothing but the sensation of her fingers closing down on my shaft.

"I... I do now, I swear!" I cried out, unable to stop my body from pumping blood down to my crotch, quickly bringing results to Claire's efforts of jerking my softie off.

"A head in a moving car, with nothing behind the steering wheel," Claire, still leaning so close our lips were practically touching, whispered.

Then, she jerked her hand up and down three times, making a great effort to find just the right balance between squeezing down on me and keeping her hand soft enough to make her affection on the right side of the rift between pleasure and torture.

Yet, as she started to push her hips to the back while bringing her whole torso lower and lower over my lap, her grip swiftly grew loose, only serving to keep my dick in place by the time she brought her head directly above it.

And obviously, she wouldn't be herself if she didn't turn her head up to give me a glance with a bit of a smirk trembling in the corner of her lips.

"It's quite exhilarating, isn't it?"