Wang Xiaole has experience working as a waiter, selling pirated DVDs, and even cross-dressing as a girl for a month of video live streaming to earn money. But what exactly is the job of being a "horse on the side"? Is it some kind of emerging profession? Is there a civil servant-level treatment for it?
Indeed, it's not uncommon to hear someone saying to their savior, "I owe you a great debt and will serve you like a cow or a horse in the next life..." But that's just a figure of speech, like saying "I'll treat you to a meal" to a friend. They are all empty words that can be discarded from memory after being said on the spot.
In reality, besides the adult games involving SM themes, I haven't seen anyone actually being a horse or a maid for someone else. Wang Xiaole struggled, spun in place, swayed his shoulders from side to side, and attempted to shake off the girl who had climbed onto his back. The floor creaked under his feet, and in a weak voice, he expressed his inability to bear the weight and the tremendous pressure of two people at the same time.
If Wang Xiaole had taken off his shoes, with the speed at which he had been spinning just now, he would most likely have rubbed off a layer of skin on the soles of his feet. And even now, with shoes on, the soles of his feet were already showing signs of wear and tear. Not to mention, the quality of pirated shoes was much better than the genuine ones.
"You come down, quickly. Let me tell you, I'm still unmarried. If my reputation is tarnished, you will have to take responsibility when you wake up!" Wang Xiaole used a female tone to prevent suspicion if Isabella suddenly woke up. It wasn't just a matter of saying it out of impulse or not being able to change the habit.
"You are my beloved horse, and you must stay by my side until we leave this world!" Isabella hadn't woken up yet and her level of sleep had become deeper and deeper. But even so, this young girl, who was talking in her sleep, was unknowingly having a smooth conversation with a conscious person.
It was impossible to shake her off forcefully. According to the strength of the hug from the tailless Isabella bear on his back, Wang Xiaole could only get rid of her through the use of force. But if he did that, he wouldn't be able to avoid causing harm to Isabella. Troublesome personalities could really dig a pit for themselves. This solution needed to be cleared out of his mind immediately. He couldn't use force; he had to find a gentle approach.
Didn't the girl see herself as a horse? So, he decided to go along with her thinking and protest from the position of the "beloved horse": "Don't mention fighting side by side anymore. I'm ready to defect to the other side!" His tone was a bit childish and arrogant, trying to match the rebellious phase of the warhorse.
"Why do you want to leave? Is it because the fodder isn't tasty or the mare next door isn't pretty?" To prevent her beloved mount from running away, she suddenly lifted her legs and tangled them around Wang Xiaole's waist, locking him in place. Isabella then shifted her legs up naturally, misunderstanding the situation and using Wang Xiaole's neck as the horse's belly! The legs that had wrapped around him naturally and tightly held that area; the pressure wasn't strong, and because it was not a matter of taming but simply riding, the legs applied just enough force to stimulate the nearby acupoints, like a massage.
The two of them were lying on the ground upside down, making the riding action appear a little strange at first glance, but it didn't matter. The person involved didn't feel too bad about it.
When the opposite sex was riding on top of oneself, the skin that came into contact with the neck felt as soft as pudding, as delicate as pouring milk. The calf hanging in front of the face looked slender when viewed from top to bottom, and plump when viewed from side to side.
When the thighs wrapped around the neck, there was a warm sensation. If some liquid (like fragrant sweat) could drip down, Wang Xiaole would feel as if he were in a hot spring.
"The feeling of being ridden is not that bad, ah ah ah ah (murmuring sound), only at this moment, I'm not a person... phew phew phew!"
It was so dangerous! Rationality almost melted away with the heat spreading from the thighs.
After a brief guest appearance as a horse in friendship, Wang Xiaole almost had a blink of an eye to consider trying out this job for a while.
