Seducing Him - Chapter 14
It would be best to frustrate him completely, so he could never release at will again.
But this couldn’t be done in just one or two tries. Besides, she wasn’t stronger than him, and unless he agreed, he could release whenever he wanted.
It was frustrating.
Ci YiYang switched between apps expressionlessly, browsing for chastity rings on a shopping app. She hadn’t even looked at the items closely when someone sat down beside her.
A faint, pleasant scent hit her, and she instinctively turned off her phone, flipping it onto her knees.
She looked up at the young man in a bathrobe beside her and asked calmly, “When did you come out?”
“Just now.”
His brows and eyes were damp, and he curiously looked at the phone on her lap. He asked softly, “What are you looking at, sister?”
Perhaps it was because he had just showered, the usual aloof coldness of his presence faded; his gaze at her now was strange, and the area behind his ears was flushed.
Ci YiYang felt as if he could see everything she was doing, leaving no privacy at all.
Her heart fluttered uncomfortably, but she forced a calm tone: “It’s nothing, just a message from a friend I got too engrossed in. You startled me when you sat down.”
“Is that so?”
He nodded thoughtfully, leaning back on the sofa, tilting his head slightly: “Shall we start now, or do you need to prepare something first?”
The sudden question made her feel that same inexplicable sensation again. He always gave her an intense, obvious awareness, as if everything she did was visible under his eyes.
Ci YiYang ignored the eerie feeling and shook her head: “No need. Just a first experiment. We can see about the rest later if necessary.”
Because she hadn’t completed the order, she would need him again later.
“Oh, I see.” Lu Jin lifted his eyes, the double eyelids casting deep shadows, pupils tinged with a faint smile. The bright light highlighted the white of his bathrobe, revealing the pale skin of his neck.
His posture seemed casual, but his body was facing her.
He didn’t bring up the previous topic again. Calmly, he asked, “Shall we start now, sister?”
Hearing his calm voice, Ci YiYang kept a professional expression, as if it were truly academic research, and nodded.
“Yes.”
He asked gently, “On the bed, or here?”
The bed?
Who would want to disturb him comfortably lying there!
Ci YiYang’s throat dried up. She picked up the report beside her and said calmly: “Not on the bed. You go to the bathroom and do it yourself; I’ll wait outside.”
“By myself?” He leaned back on the sofa, his prominent Adam’s apple rolling slightly. His tone lost interest, and the previous lust dissipated, leaving a soft, misty look in his eyes.
She wasn’t planning to get physically involved.
She looked at him with a naturally soft gaze, her voice intentionally gentle: “Is that okay, Lu Jin?”
He lowered his dark lashes and said hoarsely, “Sure.”
“Thank you, Lu Jin.” Her almond-shaped eyes curved instantly.
Lu Jin casually glanced at her expression of gratitude, then stood to move a chair to the door. “Sister, sit here,” he said, deliberately enunciating the word ‘supervise,’ before entering the bathroom.
Ci YiYang’s grateful expression faded once the door closed. She looked at the report on her lap, as if to remind him:
“Lu Jin, if you really can’t hold it, you must tell me. But try to resist. I haven’t said it’s allowed; don’t release so I can record.”
Her excuse wasn’t perfect, but her tone was gentle, seemingly fully focused on research.
“Mm,” came a faint response from the bathroom.
“Thanks, Lu Jin. I wouldn’t know how to finish this report without your help.” Her soft, sweet voice carried the warmth of sugar.
No reply came from him.
Ci YiYang stayed quiet for a while, leaning toward the bathroom door, faintly hearing the friction of flesh.
He had already started.
She gripped the report tightly, leaning back in her chair.
Inside the bathroom, under the bright heat of the lights, the young man supported himself on the mirrored wall, leaning slightly downward.
He had only undone his bathrobe, leaving his body mostly covered.
Water dripped from his damp hair onto the clearly defined curves of his abdomen, along tight, defined muscles, veins prominent, and the lower body contours unmistakable.
His movements exuded an erotic tension.
Even without her direct involvement, his expression had already softened. Now, he moved with a relaxed rhythm, breathing heavily.
Faint low groans escaped his throat, either deliberately or unconsciously for her to hear.
Outside, the moonlight spilled onto the windowsill. Thin curtains blocked shadows, and the indoor temperature was kept low, making any warmth felt more intense.
As time passed, she heard his moans and occasional short breaths, her body tingling strangely, a warmth rising within her.
He was making sounds…?
The bathroom’s large, uninsulated space amplified every noise, as if the sounds were escaping through the door and pressing against her ear.
The slapping of flesh, the low moans—they seemed to grip her heart.
He hadn’t finished yet.
How long could this last?
Ci YiYang became uncomfortably warm despite the cold outside. She fanned herself with the report and hesitantly asked, “Lu Jin, are you almost done?”
She thought he had finished secretly, so she tested him with her voice.
But he couldn’t release without stimulation.
His forehead rested on his arm, eyes half-closed, ears flushed crimson. He trembled with violent, restrained desire.
Only when her soft, faint voice reached him did a spark of pleasure ignite.
He closed his eyes, a shiver running through him, ears hot.
Finally… some sensation.
He didn’t respond directly, recalling her voice, imagining her wearing his shirt.
She would look at him… like inspecting a product, perhaps even touching.
“Lu Jin?” She didn’t hear a reply and called again.
“Mm…” Finally, a strange moan emerged, husky and filled with desire, distinct from previous sounds.
It carried into her ears, making her shiver. A sticky, rising warmth surged inside her.
“Lu Jin, you must hold on. I’m timing you,” she reminded him.
With a low groan, the wet sounds ceased, leaving only rapid, uncontrolled breathing.
It was over.
Outside, Ci YiYang instinctively picked up her phone to check the time, but the dark screen reflected her flushed face.
When did her expression become like this?
The door opened, releasing a wave of warm air with a faint, strange scent.
Ci YiYang slammed the phone down, standing as the chair squeaked.
She looked up.
The young man, black hair messy, leaned in the doorway, eyes darkened with a hint of red, gazing at her like a soft, sticky predator.
“Sister…” His sleepy voice carried a hint of complaint: “You’re selfish, only enjoying yourself, stingy with rewards for me.”
“So, since you heard my performance, wore my clothes, and slept in my bed… I’m claiming my due reward. You won’t refuse, right?”
He bent down and kissed her lips.
Ci YiYang, still asleep, didn’t notice. His tongue gently parted her lips, lightly tasting, not deep.
But her blocked lips made her breathe shallowly, letting out a small, unconscious moan.
He paused, then cradled her face and deepened the kiss, exploring every inch, swallowing her saliva.
Hot…
She felt as if in boiling water, suffocated, hearing moans and rapid breaths.
Yet she didn’t open her eyes, completely lost in a dream.
Perhaps due to staying up late, Ci YiYang woke at dawn.
The room was empty.
She went to the bathroom—no one was there.
Lu Jin had gone somewhere.
The cook was on leave during the National Day holiday, so no one had prepared breakfast.
She washed up and thought to order takeout but found nothing appealing, so she decided to cook noodles herself.
Soon, she heard the door open.
The young man, wearing gray-white casual sportswear, returned from a morning run. Sweat dampened his hair slightly.
“Morning. Do you want noodles? I can make extra,” he asked.
Ci YiYang, wearing a pink tulle dress with an apron, asked softly, “Do you want some?”
Lu Jin shook his head, “No.”
She frowned, showing her sisterly concern: “Eat something, or it won’t be good for your stomach.”
He didn’t reply, walking past her.
The heat of his body reminded her of last night. Her heart leapt, stepping back slightly.
He stopped in front of her, bending slightly to meet her gaze.
“What’s wrong?” She leaned on the island, hair tied back, apron over a white dress, looking harmless and confused.
“Nothing,” Lu Jin stared a few moments, then pressed a button on the island.
Breakfast was prepared automatically.
Ci YiYang set down her items, removing the apron. She didn’t want to cook for him.
Lu Jin went upstairs to shower.
The doorbell rang. She opened it.
A delivery man in a tidy suit, bowing politely, placed breakfast on the table after permission.
“Miss Ci YiYang, please enjoy.”
She was speechless. Even the simplest breakfast looked exquisitely plated.
After eating, she tried the island buttons like Lu Jin did.
The house had many upgrades; she had never used them before.
“Miss Ci YiYang,” a polite voice sounded—she froze, then replied that she had finished.
Shortly after, the doorbell rang again.
Servants remained outside, always polite, bowing while waiting.
“Miss Ci YiYang, may we come in?”
She stepped back, letting them enter.
The staff quietly cleared the table and pushed the cart out.
No wonder Lu Jin disliked visitors.
After closing the door, she touched her flushed face, but a soft laugh sounded behind her.
She turned to see the young man, dressed in casual home clothes, freshly showered, messy hair damp, leaning on the stair railing, smiling.
Ci YiYang ignored his laughter and went into the hall.
He stood tall, elbows on the railing, asking, “Sister, are you going out today?”
“No,” she replied.
The sky was gray, branches swayed violently. She didn’t want to go out.
“Mm.” He nodded with restraint. “If you’re bored, come see me. I’m on the third floor.”
“Okay,” she nodded.
He noted her response, smirking slightly, then went upstairs.
With no staff, the large house was empty.
Ci YiYang sat in the hanging chair, watching leaves fall.
Her phone vibrated—a message from her father.
Since her mother’s death, her father rarely messaged, sometimes called asking about Lu Jin and encouraging their relationship.
Today’s message was unexpected:
Lu Lan, due to work abroad, could not return for their wedding, which was postponed.
She felt no relief.
She put down the phone, looking at the third floor.
If they couldn’t marry, delaying meant complete separation.
During the day, Lu Jin worked on specimens on the third floor
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