Chapter 81: Study Room, Cat Ears, Fountain Pen

Monica came home a little late today. As soon as she entered the door, she saw a familiar set of car keys in the storage box on the shoe cabinet.
She had picked out the storage box herself. It was sky blue, with white patterns reminiscent of clouds in the bright spring sky. Placed on the black and cool surface of the cabinet, it had a vibrant and lively feel.
Steven's home decor was all black, white, and gray, giving it a cold and impersonal look.
But after Monica moved in, she gradually added many colorful items, bringing life into the otherwise icy house.
She glanced at the shoe cabinet and saw Steven's shoes neatly placed inside.
He did indeed come back from his business trip. Steven had been in Canada for over half a month.
Due to the time difference, their chats were always cut short, and video calls would end abruptly due to various uncontrollable factors. For a couple deeply in love, it felt like torture.
But doesn't that mean he will be back tomorrow? Could it be that he wants to surprise her?
Monica was thrilled. She took off her shoes and hurriedly walked inside. Living room, bedroom...she made a circle but couldn't find him. By chance, she noticed that the study room door was slightly ajar, and a faint light seeped through the gap, making the edges of the door shine.
She approached slowly and gently pressed her ear against the door, hearing Steven's calm voice saying,
"...This investment proposal is clearly incomplete. We need to carefully verify the data..."
Why does he have to have a meeting as soon as he lands?
Monica mumbled to herself but didn't disturb him. Instead, she turned back to the bedroom to prepare for a shower.
As she entered the bathroom, she glanced at the pajamas in her hand and suddenly thought of something.
She bit her lip, turned around, and went back to the walk-in closet, taking out a bag from the corner.
She held it and entered the bathroom again.
After showering, Monica came out in a bathrobe. The bedroom was still quiet, and Steven was still in the study room having his meeting.
She lay on the bed, absentmindedly playing with her phone. Gradually, boredom set in, so she got up and went to find him.
Steven was sitting at the computer, flipping through documents with his head down. The coffee beside him had long gone cold, and the reports from the headphones were steadily entering his ears. He rubbed his temples, looked up, and coincidentally caught a glimpse of a small shadow swaying near the study room entrance.
His lips curled up, and he twirled the pen in his hand, lightly tapping the tabletop.
The shadow hesitated at the door for a moment, then, hearing the sounds inside the room, pushed the door open curiously and peeked inside while leaning against the door.
And so, Steven saw his beloved, whom he hadn't seen in over half a month.
Her face, and... The pair of fluffy cat ears on her head.
The hand holding the pen gently paused.
Monica blinked at him, mouthing the words, asking him how much longer. Steven snapped back to reality, confirmed that the camera and microphone were turned off, and then waved for her to come over.
She smiled and pursed her lips, pushing open the door and running into his arms, where he held her and sat her on his lap.
"I missed you so much." She hugged him tightly, buried her head in his shoulder, took a deep breath, and inhaled his scent.
She felt incredibly satisfied, "Weren't you supposed to come back tomorrow?"
"My work ended earlier than expected." Steven hugged her, and with his other hand, he gently squeezed the cat ears on top of her head. "What is this?"
Monica looked over to his computer desktop, where the video conference's PowerPoint slides were being presented one by one. The small frames showed everyone looking tired and numb, clearly drained from the lengthy meeting.
She looked up, rubbed her ear against the palm of his hand, and asked, "When do you finish?"
"In a little while."
Monica had just taken a shower, and she exuded a fresh and sweet scent all over her body. Her cheeks still had a rosy flush from the steam, and her watery eyes looked at him, innocent yet alluring.
"Oh..." she intentionally stretched out her tone, playing with the buttons on his shirt. She paused for a while before finally picking up his hand and placing it on the belt of her bathrobe.
Steven picked up on her signal, reached out to open the system settings on the computer, and disabled the camera to prevent any accidental triggers. With her leading the way, he removed her bathrobe.
Ever since he saw the cat ears, he had a feeling. As the robe slid off her shoulders, revealing a large expanse of porcelain-like skin and a barely-there white veil, his guess was confirmed.
But even so, he was momentarily stunned by the visual impact.
Her upper body had only a ring of white fluff at the chest, adorned with a bow tie, supporting two plump and tender breasts held up by delicate lace straps that looked like they would snap with a mere tug.
The lower half was a fully translucent white chiffon skirt, vaguely displaying what was underneath. Only a thin strap was barely keeping the area between her legs covered, exposing her white, soft buttocks. It was almost bare, yet due to the tantalizing hint of coverage, it became even more provocative and seductive.
She wore cat ears on her head, a fluffy collar around her neck, puffy wristbands on both wrists, and white stockings that reached the roots of her thighs. She sat on him with her legs apart, her curvaceous body pressed against his, both obedient and clingy, but also exuding fatal temptation.
Monica noticed that his gaze was fixed on her, unmoving. His breathing visibly deepened. She used the furry fabric to lightly rub against his chest and licked his neck, mimicking a cat. Cutely, she meowed,
"Nya."
Warm and sensual sensations spread through his skin, causing his Adam's apple to involuntarily bob.
She looked at him, wanting to lean in and capture him again, but he caught her by the nape of her neck and pulled her back.
His voice was barely audible, "No... we can't."
Monica sat on his lap, rubbing her butt against his firm thigh muscles. Upon hearing his words, she turned her head and said, "Then I'll leave."
With his arms empty, he immediately reached out to embrace her again and placed her back on his lap.
Monica snorted and frowned, complaining, "...why are you hugging me again? It was you who said no--"
Before she could finish her sentence, Steven lowered his head and kissed her lips.
After not seeing each other for over half a month, this kiss came with a strong momentum, filled with longing. It restrained itself yet showed desire in every aspect. Their lips and tongues intertwined, producing a sticky and wet sound.
He didn't linger for long, keeping an eye on the activity in his headphones. After a while, he released her lips.
Feeling unsatisfied, Monica rubbed against him and coquettishly said, "When will this meeting be over?"
There was still a hint of moisture on his lips from her kisses. He looked down at her, and her body, wrapped in sheer white fabric, was incredibly alluring.
He reached out and squeezed her buttocks gently. "Soon."
"But I don't want to wear it," she said, pulling at his collar. Her enthusiasm waned after just three minutes, and she started to protest, "This fur is making my neck itchy."
"No," he calmly refused. "Wear it tonight."
Though his tone was restrained, Monica was familiar with it. Sometimes, the colder and more resolute he sounded, the more he suppressed his emotions.
She glanced at his crotch, which was hard, very hard.
Steven grabbed a wet tissue from the desk and carefully wiped his fingers and pen, then reached down and moved aside the thin strap that was pressed against the center of her legs. He pressed against her soft mound.
Monica shrank back from the cold touch and twisted her waist, trying to move away, but he held her down. He slowly slid the blunt end along the center of her legs.
She was always sensitive, and it had been a long time since they had played like this. Being teased by him, she quickly became wet. She moaned and dribbled on his legs, wetting his pants.
He showed no reaction on his face, but his slender fingers held the pen, slowly pushing it into the greedy opening.
"...So cold..." Monica whimpered, then gasped, "Hmm... don't..."
The pen, cold and hard, rubbed against the folds of her wet and hot flesh, provoking her to contract even tighter, making it difficult for him to penetrate.
Steven removed his fingertip and went to knead the little pearl hidden in her labia. After just a few strokes, her body softened, and she trembled in his arms.
He easily inserted more than half of the pen, and the soft opening produced a moist gurgling sound. The white silk tightly compressed her plump flesh at the root of her thighs. With each movement of her sucking the pen, it shook slightly, tempting him to reach out and pinch it.
"Lift your leg and step on me."
Monica was dazed, but still followed his instructions. She raised one leg and stepped on the other side of his body, fully exposing her wet and red mound containing the pen, right under his gaze.
Steven protected her to prevent her from falling off his legs, while his other hand lightly played with the edge of her white silk, repeatedly hitting the tender flesh of her thigh, making a crisp sound.
Monica was teased by his actions, unable to reach climax.
She gasped and tried to press his hand to remove the pen, but he caught her hand and placed it on top of his, using her hand to push the pen into her opening.
It was as if she was pleasuring herself.
Monica bit her lip, breathless from the penetration. Her body trembled.
Steven faintly heard a sound and reached out to move her furry collar, discovering a hidden bell inside. Every time he thrust, she trembled, and the bell made a sound.
His desire was aroused even more.
"Where did this little cat come from?" his voice deepened, and he reached out to grab her cat ears.
"Whose is it? Why is it crawling onto my leg?"
"It's my husband's little cat..." Monica whimpered, reaching out to hug him. "...don't...don't stop..."
Steven let go of her hand and noticed that the pen was tightly clenched between her legs, with a glistening wetness at the entrance, making it even difficult to pull out.
He breathed heavily, his eyes filled with desire, and gently fanned the entrance with his hand. "Why are you so hungry like this?"
Monica, now even more aroused, wetter than before, hugged his neck and buried her head in his shoulder. She stifled her moans, trembling like a little cat.
"Steven, the pen is so hard and cold... I don't want it... I...I want my husband... hmm..."
Steven, driven harder and harder by her moans, tensed his waist and back. His lower body took on a horrifying shape within his pants, but he calmly covered her mouth, turned on the microphone, and responded to the meeting in a composed manner.
"...Yes, If need be, you can organize a department meeting to discuss and report the results to me."
While speaking, he continued his actions, gripping the pen and inserting it into her soft entrance, finding the sensitive folds inside. He applied some force and playfully pushed upwards.
Soon, her whole body trembled, her soft cries muffled in his hand, calling out "husband" with a sticky and teary voice.
Steven was very familiar with her body and knew how to please her. Even with just a pen, he could bring her to a raging climax. He controlled his movements, thrusting deeply and shallowly, occasionally brushing against her erect clitoris, making the bell ring even more frequently.
After finishing his speech, Steven turned off the microphone, but Monica was completely oblivious. He let go of her mouth, and his fingers ventured into her mouth, teasing her tongue repeatedly.
She obediently sucked on them, her cheeks flushed, and reached her climax in his embrace, unable to contain the flow of her wetness, completely soaking his pants.
A mess.
He withdrew the pen, its black body covered in liquid, the previously cold metal now slightly warm from her body heat. Her lustful entrance was dripping wet, gradually shrinking with her breath, and her skirt and white stockings were splattered, leaving behind dark stains.
"I'm satisfied, thank you, husband." Monica recovered from her climax, still feeling a bit dazed. But she was satisfied enough, she kissed him on the face.
"You can continue your meeting; I'll go to sleep."
Steven wiped the pen clean and threw it aside, raising an eyebrow as he heard her words. "Say that again?"