Seducing Him - Chapter 15

Ci Yiyang unusually stared blankly into his eyes, her fingers hooked onto the black underwear, yet her face was pure and innocent. “You…”

She could only let out a single sound before her throat tightened, making it impossible to speak.

Beneath his loose, thin sweater, he was already so aroused—so different from what she had imagined. She didn’t even need to help him with her hands; he was already like this.

At this moment, the boy’s lowered eyelids trembled slightly as he slowly lifted his head, looking at her with a dazed expression.

She didn’t know that he was exerting immense self-control to avoid pouncing on her like a wild dog, driven by the scent of meat, desperate to taste the sweetness in her bl00d.

She didn’t know that when she reached out to lift the hem of his sweater, desire spread from his heart through all his bl00d vessels, making his entire body burn as if he were still in the height of summer.

But for now, he concealed everything under his long lashes, tilting his head innocently as he looked at her, his dark pupils shimmering with a lustful light. “What’s wrong?”

Ci Yiyang dared not look down at the swollen, frightening thing. She moved her lips and said, “Nothing.”

After speaking, she calmly took his hand in hers.

It didn’t feel like human flesh at all—more like a python’s tail, or a giant lizard’s tail. The raised veins seemed to pulse in her palm.

Hard and hot.

Ci Yiyang pursed her lips and rubbed it up and down a few times.

Perhaps because her technique was wrong, her grip too heavy, her fingertips accidentally brushed the tip. He furrowed his brow in discomfort, bending his waist suddenly.

“Sister, gently.” His burning forehead pressed against her shoulder, and his low moan sounded erotic as it rubbed against her ear.

Her heart skipped a beat at his whisper, instinctively wanting to pull her hand away, to push the intimate boy off her.

He couldn’t resist. Before she could let go, he suddenly gripped her hand tightly and pushed forward.

In an instant, his force sent her crashing onto the carpet.

His body fell on top of hers, a man-on-top position far beyond ordinary intimacy, their breaths almost merging together.

He panted lowly, his body trembling wildly.

Ci Yiyang was startled by his reaction, her pupils trembling as she lifted her eyes.

She finally saw—Lu Jin’s wet, unusual eyes were misted with desire, his black hair and pale skin flushed with longing.

At this moment, she felt Lu Jin resembled a lustful demon hidden under a civilized guise, even his dark eyes exuding a deadly allure.

Her gaze was irresistibly drawn to his eyes, forgetting to stop her hand from moving along his body.

Sensing her gaze, he licked his crimson lips, squinting slightly as he looked at her, “What are you looking at, sister?”

Her mind still wandering, she unconsciously replied, “Eyes.”

Those eyes were beautiful—pitch black, yet soul-capturing.

“Only looking at my eyes?” He guided her hand along him while smirking, the flush on his face growing unnaturally.

“No…” Her eyes moved away from his, gradually tracing downward, “Eyelashes, nose bridge, nose tip, lips…”

She visually caressed him, inspecting every inch carefully, while his breathing grew heavier.

Finally, her gaze landed on his lips. He was already breathing with difficulty, his tongue occasionally peeking out between his teeth, glistening red, teasingly flashing before retracting.

Ci Yiyang saw this, and her throat inexplicably grew thirsty.

He was irresistibly attractive, especially now, and what she held in her palm kept rubbing, each movement heavy and urgent.

So heavy that her entire body felt wrong, her own senses seeming foreign, her body responding wetly to the sticky friction in her palm.

The boy’s lingering breath ensnared her slowly.

“Sister,” he whispered.

“Hm?” Ci Yiyang couldn’t help but respond with her own heavy breathing, swallowing hard, still feeling a deep thirst.

He parted his lips slightly, extending a little red tip of his tongue, and asked, “Do you want to touch it?”

At his words, Ci Yiyang instinctively looked at his lips.

The boy’s naturally upturned lips were like fresh bl00d, vivid in color, revealing a hint of scarlet tongue, provocatively enticing her.

“Sister, I want to kiss you.” He lowered his head, pitifully licking her lips while gripping her hand, moving it frantically.

Just a kiss, seemingly harmless.

Ci Yiyang, swayed by his movements, lifted her chin and kissed him.

But she had never kissed anyone before—only simple pressing, rolling, with no awareness of his slightly parted lips, his tongue occasionally brushing hers, as if waiting for her to engage.

Her kiss was pure and clumsy, just like her—no technique, not even a hint of tongue.

He lifted his chin, letting her kiss randomly, panting softly while clutching her hand, desperately craving her touch.

With each sticky press of their lips, the room’s temperature rose, her palm grew hotter.

Gradually, it became hard to hold him, her pale forehead beaded with sweat.

Though it was already October, she felt stifling heat, nearly suffocating.

Both their bodies became hot, especially him, panting heavily, consumed by extreme desire.

This inexperienced yet intensely pure kiss drove him slightly out of control, desire spreading from her touched skin.

Finally, when she grew tired, he could no longer resist, clutching the back of her neck, pressing down hard, deeply kissing her.

Ci Yiyang, lying on the carpet, tried to turn her head as he blocked all her breathing.

But Lu Jin didn’t allow it, gripping her chin with his palm, pushing her face up, forcing his burning tongue into her lips, greedily drawing sweetness into his mouth, biting gently with his sharp canine teeth.

Like a dog.

Her shoulders trembled, she muffled a confused whimper.

“Lu… Lu Jin, let go…” She tried to push him off, barely able to breathe.

Immersed in her softness, he lifted his wet red eyes, murmuring, “Sister, this is what a kiss is.”

This is a kiss, not the small sips of affection she’d been doing.

Then he closed his eyes, biting her lower lip, drawing the soft flesh into his mouth, holding it with his teeth and licking it.

Ci Yiyang, struggling to breathe, pushed against his chest, trying to resist.

Lu Jin grabbed her wrists, pinning them to his chest, dragging her from the floor onto the sofa. He lazily lifted his eyes at her, as if complaining about her refusal.

Leaning against the cushion, she realized he was again thrusting his wet tongue into her mouth, more brazenly than before.

Licking, sucking, sometimes reaching deep into her throat.

Her half-lidded, tearful eyes blurred with mist, throat tightening, saliva uncontrollably dripping from her lips, tongue numb from his sucking.

The soft whimpers spilling from her lips dampened every joint, seeping through her skin.

Unconsciously, he pressed entirely onto her, lips and teeth clashing, noses squashed together.

At first she had strength to push, but as he wrapped her in his burning body, she gradually lost it, letting his hot skin cling to hers.

“Lu Jin…” She squinted her tearful eyes, gasping, “stop kissing me.”

He was kissing too frenziedly, as if wanting to chew her up and swallow her, pressing on her uncomfortably.

Lu Jin, however, seemed not to hear, still absorbed in their fused breaths, panting as if consuming all her oxygen.

She felt a chilling fear from the desperate heat radiating from him.

“Let go of me!” She panted, slapping his shoulders repeatedly.

Hearing this, his grip on her wrists loosened, seemingly obeying her, but his hands slid down to her soft waist, continuing the kiss.

The empty room was filled with the erotic sounds of entangled bodies.

He indulged in the kiss, his flushed eyes spreading down his cheekbones, completely lost in lustful abandon.

Insane.

Lu Jin had never kissed a woman before, and now he simply couldn’t stop.

Ci Yiyang really couldn’t breathe, her face red and stuffed from the kiss.

She blankly tilted her head back onto the pillow, her pure white dress pushed up to her collarbone, her nearly bare body exposed, pale skin tinged with a delicate flush.

He released her lips and leaned down to kiss her right chest, then bit sharply into the soft white lace, seemingly wanting to bite her.

Ci Yiyang finally got a breath of fresh air, realizing his audacity. Her scalp tingled, and she slapped him hard across the face.

The crisp slap echoed through the room.

Caught off guard, his flushed, lustful face tilted, and he fell backward to her feet, several thick fluids splattering near her eyes.

Ci Yiyang froze, touching her still-warm cheek, dumbfounded, eyes falling on the climaxing boy on the floor.

His black hair was messy, his unnaturally pale face flushed vividly, lips ravaged in color, and below…

Ci Yiyang shook, pulling her dress back down over the reddened skin at her collarbone, fumbling to run outside.

As she stumbled away, she didn’t notice the boy on the floor, panting, slowly turning his enticingly dark eyes, looking at her retreating figure with a hazy gaze.

She had scared him away.

He licked his scarlet lips, a trace of regret on his flushed face.

He had lost control.

He shouldn’t have been so impatient, but he simply couldn’t resist.

Yet… climaxing in front of his sister…

He touched his still-burning face, black eyes drifting with a faint, hazy smile.

From the distant retro radio, mournful complaints played. The luxurious painted specimens in the room gave off a faintly eerie thrill.

—I clearly know, I can feel it—I discovered that she enjoys tormenting me like this…