The Shelter Game: Me, Starting with a Tenfold Drop Rate

In the shower room.

The falling water from the showerhead couldn't dissipate the restlessness in their hearts.

Under Wendy's passionate kisses, Irving felt his fatigue gradually fade away, quietly enjoying the warmth from her tongue as it moved over his skin, slowly...

This warmth continued to move downward, eventually reaching Irving's thick and erect object.

Although it was Wendy's first time crossing this boundary, a slight blush appeared on her beautiful face. She then parted her pink lips and swallowed it.

A wave of pleasure came over him, the feeling of being enveloped by the warmth of her mouth and the sensation of her tongue continually teasing his sensitive areas was incomparable.

Gradually, more and more viscous liquid enveloped his member, while Wendy kept sucking. Her efforts not only failed to make it "yield" but made it even harder and bigger.

She had to open her mouth wider, each suck becoming more strenuous.

After more than ten minutes of this.

Irving slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Wendy, who was kneeling in front of him, earnestly licking and sucking. He felt his body reaching its limit, instinctively grabbing her head.

Then he pressed down forcefully.

More viscous liquid overflowed from Wendy's mouth, and with a rough growl, she felt a rush of heat in her mouth. Before she could react, the hot liquid shot down her throat, and she couldn't help but swallow it in her unprepared state.

"Irving, you..." Wendy's cheeks flushed again.

The next moment, she felt her body lighten.

Irving slowly stood up, and his enormous object showed no signs of softening despite the release. He carried Wendy into the bathtub, his hands continually kneading her firm breasts.

For some reason, Wendy's fair skin turned rosy, as if it were being roasted by embers.

Just as Wendy was enjoying the comfort of being touched and kneaded, she suddenly felt a hard, large object slowly push into her lower abdomen.

Covered in the sticky fluid from her earlier sucking, the large member slid smoothly into the depths of her flower.

In the bathtub, water splashed wildly.

Irving held Wendy's slender waist, thrusting fiercely, and the sound of her initially screaming, then gradually filled with enjoyment, echoed as she clung to the wall.

Her eyes glazed over, her face showing utter intoxication.

With each powerful thrust, Wendy's pale, round buttocks quivered, and when she reached the peak of her climax, her whole body couldn't help but spasm.

From the initial pain to the waves of pleasure that followed one after another like a tide, she felt her lower body constantly spraying liquid, lubricating the massive object.

Finally, a louder, rougher roar echoed, accompanied by Wendy's trembling body from her climax. Her mouth was open, but the intense excitement rendered her unable to make any sound.

The fierce eruption, the hot white liquid injected into her body...

This battle lasted for nearly an hour before it ended. After the two finished their shower, they went to bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning.

When Irving woke up, Wendy was also awake. She smiled slightly, showing no shyness from the events of the previous night. She glanced out the window.

"It's raining." Wendy said.

Looking out from the bedroom, they could see the trees swaying wildly in the wind, and the raindrops hitting the glass with a loud, crackling sound. The city center of the capital was also being enveloped by the torrential rain.

Irving sat up in bed, instinctively checking his phone. Missed calls: 11...

All from Vicky.

He frowned, immediately recalling the Smith family's patriarch's birthday banquet this morning. A look of bitterness crossed his face as he dialed back.

At that moment, Vicky was sitting in a taxi, her face full of worry. Just then, her phone rang.

"Irving, why didn't you answer the phone earlier?" Vicky asked, frowning, "Where are you now? The banquet starts in half an hour."

"I'm on my way now, I might be a little late." Irving replied.

"Alright... but please hurry. I'm worried something might happen." Vicky said, full of concern.

"Okay." Irving nodded.

Since Joseph had contracted a strange illness a few years ago, he had been living in a city sanatorium. Last night, Vicky had sent Irving the address of the sanatorium.

Benevolent Sanatorium.

This sanatorium had top-notch nurses and medical equipment, even among the best in the capital city. It was built on the mountain, with beautiful surroundings and fresh air.

The only downside was the high cost. Even the most basic room cost 200,000 dollars.

Only the wealthy or influential could afford to stay there.

Ten minutes later, Vicky got out of the taxi and immediately saw Benevolent Sanatorium. She was carrying several supplements as gifts for her grandfather's birthday.

Since her grandfather fell ill, her visits here have become less and less frequent. It wasn't because she didn't want to come, but because each time she was informed by the nursing home staff that her grandfather was unwell and it was inconvenient for him to see her.

"Today is Grandpa's birthday banquet. In past years, this was the only time I could see him." Vicky muttered, sighing.

Another year had passed, so much had happened this year.

First, her second uncle seized power and tried to force her to marry into the Taylor family. Then there were all the events in the Other World.

Vicky's face showed a hint of helplessness. She had many things she wanted to tell her grandfather, and she wondered if his condition had improved over the past year...

Below Benevolent Sanatorium was a slope.

Carrying the gifts she had brought, Vicky walked expectantly towards the entrance of the sanatorium.

Two iron gates barred her way, and a middle-aged man sitting inside the gatehouse, smoking a cigarette and playing with his phone, hadn't noticed anyone approaching.

"Hello, I'm here to visit someone. Could you please open the gate?" Vicky asked, lightly knocking on the window. Despite carrying an umbrella, her clothes were soaked from the heavy rain.

The middle-aged guard finally reacted, looking up at Vicky with a hint of impatience. He put down his phone and stood up.

"Visiting? Who are you here to visit?" The man took out a register and handed it to Vicky, asking her to fill in some basic information.

The register required a lot of details, and the rain was getting heavier. Standing at the entrance, a gust of wind caused Vicky's umbrella to wobble, cold raindrops splattering on her face.

Vicky had no other options. She just desperately wanted to see her grandfather, whom she hadn't seen in a year. She had to follow the procedures of the nursing home.

"Can I go in now?" Vicky asked, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

"You still haven't answered my question. Who are you here to visit?" The middle-aged man in the gatehouse picked up the registration book, glanced at it indifferently, and then threw it back onto the table.

"I already wrote it in the registration book." Vicky replied helplessly. "I'm here to visit my grandfather, Devin."

"Oh, so you're here to see Devin. Today is indeed his birthday party." the middle-aged man nodded.

Vicky had filled out the registration book and answered the necessary questions. She thought he would open the gate and let her in, but to her surprise, the middle-aged gatekeeper simply sat back down on the sofa and leisurely started playing with his phone.

"You..." Vicky was stunned. She had been standing in the rain for quite a while. Holding back her frustration, she asked in confusion, "Can I go in now? I'm his granddaughter."

"I know you're his granddaughter." the middle-aged man glanced up at Vicky again and continued, "Precisely because you're his granddaughter, I can't let you in."

"Why?" Vicky's brows furrowed tightly.

"Why? Because someone has given strict orders that you are not allowed in today," the middle-aged gatekeeper added, "And not just today. From now on, you are no longer permitted to visit Devin."

The man's tone was cold and resolute.

Standing at the gate, Vicky found herself at a loss for words. Her gaze drifted towards the white building in the distance, where her grandfather Devin resided.

They were less than a hundred meters apart, yet the iron gate before her seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

Just as Vicky was about to say something else to persuade the gatekeeper to open the gate, she suddenly heard the roaring sounds of engines behind her. Turning around, she saw several black cars speeding towards her.

The middle-aged man also noticed the commotion and quickly stood up, putting on a raincoat as he went to meet the approaching cars.

The lead black car came to a slow stop in front of the iron gate. As the window rolled down, Vicky peered in with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. In the next moment, her face turned sour upon seeing a familiar face inside.

"What a coincidence, my dear niece, what are you doing here?" Joseph, sitting in the car, asked with a teasing smile, looking at Vicky, who was drenched from head to toe.