Chapter 57: Drained Dry (sick play)

The stove was lit, and Monica lifted the lid of the porcelain bowl to take a look. The thick porridge had already boiled and was bubbling, emitting a rich fragrance.
She turned off the heat, took out a bowl, filled it up, and felt that the freshly boiled porridge was a little too hot, so she set it aside to cool temporarily.
After thinking for a moment, she sprinkled a little sugar into it and gently stirred.
After finishing everything, the porridge had cooled a bit, so she picked it up and walked all the way to Steven's bedroom.
He was indeed still awake, leaning against the bedside with his attention on his phone.
Monica walked over and placed the bowl on the bedside table, saying, "I knew you hadn't slept yet."
"You're not here, so I can't sleep."
"What? Afraid I'll rob your house while you're asleep?" She pointed to the porridge, "Drink it quickly."
Steven didn't move, he looked up at her.
She understood his gaze and snorted, "You have a fever, not a broken arm. If you want me to feed you, dream on."
He sighed, picked up the bowl, scooped a spoonful, blew on it gently, and then brought it to his mouth.
After swallowing, he unexpectedly said, "Did you put sugar in it? It's sweet."
"Yeah, when I was a child and sick, we always added some sugar to the porridge. Otherwise, it doesn't taste good, and if you have poor appetite, you can't eat it."
Monica looked at his expression, "You don't like sweet?"
Steven smiled, didn't say anything, but quickly finished the porridge, answering with his actions.
"Did you take your fever-reducing medicine?"
"I already took it."
"Okay, now you can sleep." Monica took his phone away.
"I'll turn off the lights."
She turned to leave but was stopped by Steven. "Stay with me for a while."
Before she could answer, he forcefully pulled her down onto the bed, his hand reaching around to embrace her.
Her soft body filled his arms, and he lifted her legs onto the bed.
"Pulling the blanket over them, she said, 'Let's sleep.' Monica objected, 'Steven! I haven't even taken off my clothes... wait, I haven't showered yet!'
However, he ignored her, wrapping his arms tightly around her and resting his cheek against her neck. Before long, he fell asleep, his arms gradually loosening their grip on her.
He was truly exhausted. Monica wasn't sure if she should try to break free, so she stared blankly at the ceiling.
His steady and prolonged breaths brushed against her skin, causing a tingling sensation.
'This is so annoying,' she muttered, wanting to push his head away.
But when her hand touched the back of his head, it stopped and slowly retracted.
'Considering your sickness this time, I won't hold it against you. We'll settle the score when you're better.'
Steven rarely slept for long, waking up again after only a few hours.
Subconsciously, he touched his forehead, still feeling a high fever that hadn't completely subsided. His body still felt weak, but the mental fatigue had noticeably eased.
The dim light from the bedside lamp allowed him to squint and immediately notice Monica lying beside him.
She was curled up, sleeping soundly with her eyes closed and long lashes covering her lively gaze.
Her steady and serene breathing, along with her tousled hair flowing onto her neck, contrasted beautifully against her fair skin.
She had taken a shower here but didn't bring fresh clothes, so she put on one of his shirts.
The loose and soft fabric enveloped her slender body, subtly highlighting her graceful curves. The collar was slightly loose, revealing a large area of her chest and a small patch of soft, tender flesh squeezed by the arm that draped over her, creating an alluring cleavage.
The hem of the shirt barely covered her thighs, teasingly hinting at what lay beneath, stirring up one's imagination.
Steven admired her for a while, then tugged at the corner of the blanket to cover her up more securely.
However, this minor movement woke Monica, though not entirely. In a dazed state, she reached out to touch his face and mumbled, 'You're still so hot.'
Her unconscious concern for him made it hard for him to restrain himself. He grabbed her hand that was touching his face, lowered his head, and sealed her lips with his own.
"Mm..." Monica thought she was dreaming, too overwhelmed to stop moaning. Her arms wrapped around his neck, lips and tongues intertwined, creating a seductive and ambiguous harmony of water sounds.
The deep kiss automatically brought their bodies closer. She wore only his shirt, with bare legs rubbing against his thighs through his pants, feeling the hot bulge underneath.
She involuntarily reached out and touched it, playfully complaining, "This is so hot, too..."
Unable to resist, Steven bit her lip and held onto her hand, gently pushing his hips forward against her palm.
The sensation of the hot and hard touch in her hand quickly brought her back to reality from her drowsiness. She realized their intimate actions and felt somewhat ashamed.
"Why... Why are you... you still have a fever!" she protested.
"Didn't you initiate this seduction first?" his voice was hoarse and tinged with a weak depth. He pushed his hips a little harder, holding onto her hand tightly, positioning it to form his shape.
Monica hadn't really pleasured him before, so she struggled to retrieve her hand. "I'm not doing it for you, do it yourself!"
However, Steven completely ignored her. His movements became forceful.
She heard his shallow gasps, filled with both desire and ambiguity. He caressed himself while still making sure to please her.
He buried his head in her bosom, licking and biting her nipples, while also holding her tightly.
Their bodies pressed tightly against each other, with no space in between. His body heat transferred to her, making her body feel hot too.
Her inner thighs soon became wet.
Monica wanted it, but she wasn't some kind of animal. Steven was still running a fever.
But his current state was really rare. Being attracted to someone while running a fever. His usually calm mind seemed to have lost most of its calculating ability, making him easy to handle.
"You really are..." she gritted her teeth, "How about I just kill you."
He lowered his gaze, with a faint blush on his cheeks, not knowing if it was because of the high temperature, desire, or both.
Monica wanted him to finish quickly, so she covered his hand with hers, following his lead. She tightened her grip on him, stroking from the base to the tip, while using her fingertips to gently massage the glans.
She slid her fingers over the coronal groove and down to the base, then she played with his testicles. She repeated this process, making his moans grow heavier and heavier.
After running a fever, a person's mind becomes relaxed, and with her vigorous actions, this release wasn't as lengthy as usual.
Monica gradually felt her hand getting tired, so she forcefully stroked twice, thinking that she wouldn't do it anymore if he didn't ejaculate soon.
Suddenly, she heard his breathing halt for a moment, followed by a sudden, thick ejaculation. She hurriedly tried to cover him with his clothes, but it was too late.
She got sprayed on and her white shirt was stained.
"So much again..." she complained softly, rubbing her hand against his clothes.
After ejaculating, Steven was still caught up in the aftermath of pleasure, breathing shallowly with his eyes closed.
Monica let go of his hand and grabbed some tissues to clean up the mess. She saw that there were still traces of white semen left on his penis, so she wiped it clean without thinking.
She didn't expect his semi-hard penis to slowly harden again. She quickly pulled back her hand, but he grabbed her wrist.
"I still want to do it," Steven clearly wasn't satisfied.
"You're still running a fever...!"
His voice was hoarse, "I know, sweating will make it better."
"What kind of twisted logic is that?!"
He leaned in, nibbling on her earlobe, his voice filled with desire, low and deep, his hot breath entering her ear, "Baby, will you drain me dry tonight?"
Monica thought to herself, oh no, Steven's gone mad.