You try changing the subject of the conversation.

You explain that you’re only staying for a month—to learn Chinese.

She interrupts you with a playful laugh. "You’re so great! Learning Chinese makes you a good husband!"

Her hand lands on your leg with a light slap, the impact sending a jolt through you. The playful gesture is a not-so-subtle reminder: your cock is still hard, still throbbing beneath the fabric of your pants. Her fingers begin to massage your thigh, her touch firm and possessive as she continues, "How about you stay in our house? You’ll learn faster, and it’s much cheaper for you!"

She doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Her hand moves in slow, deliberate strokes up and down your thigh, a silent reminder of what just happened between you. "You should cancel your hotel as soon as we land. I’ll call for you, don’t worry. They’ll refund you."

Regret hits you. You wish you hadn’t told her which hotel you were staying at. But right now, you can’t seem to form words. Everything feels blurry, your thoughts scattered. The teasing pressure of her hand on your thigh, so close to your still-hard cock, isn’t helping.

She changes the subject again, you did not have time to disagree. For her, it has been decided. Meanwhile, her hand never leaving your leg, it’s clear she’s in control the whole time.

Another hour passes. You’ll be landing soon...

Also, you are finally getting soft.