Seducing Him - Chapter 21

Their lips, which had always been close, were now so near it felt like they were almost touching without quite doing so.

She didn’t pull back. Her long eyelashes trembled nervously, and her fingers gripping his sleeve tightened without her realizing it.

“I’ve never tried this before, but I really want to try it with you here, Sister.”

His voice was gentle. When their lips met, the warm air he exhaled seemed to seep into the gaps at the edges of her lips, traveling down her throat and piercing straight to her heart.

Ci Yiyang’s shoulders shivered. She opened her lips to speak, but before she could, the boy’s cool, soft fingertips pressed against the back of her neck, lifting her slightly as he leaned over her.

“Mm.” She rose onto her tiptoes, leaning against his chest, her breathing slightly unsteady.

His gentle appearance did not match his actions at all. He didn’t hesitate, nor did he tenderly test the waters—he simply pushed past her lips and entered with his mouth.

The sensation of his smooth tongue intruding was strange. Every time it touched her throat, her breath would stutter.

She wanted to push him away, suffocated by his persistent kiss, but he held her wrists firmly, leaving her no way to escape.

The wind from the corridor windows carried an unfamiliar scent from him, spreading it across the staircase like a lingering haze.

The boy’s tall frame was overpowering; his demand was fierce. She couldn’t even swallow, and the saliva that overflowed from her lips trickled down.

Occasionally, he shifted to lick her, making the sounds even more obvious, echoing faintly.

It was overwhelmingly sticky.

Something in her chest trembled, sending her heart into a panic. She couldn’t help but turn her face away, avoiding his kiss.

But as she turned, her jaw was grabbed by his hand. The web between his thumb and forefinger pressed beneath her lips, as if to turn her back, yet he inexplicably stopped halfway.

He panted, his eyes cloudy, leaning lazily against the railing as he stared at her. His lips curved upward like a crescent moon, red and white in a way that was strangely seductive.

After such a long, deep kiss, Ci Yiyang’s breathing was unsteady.

She regained her composure and struggled out of his grip, turning her face aside. A stray lock of hair fell over her shoulder to her chest, and her ears flushed red. Her voice was quieter: “Sorry, my legs went weak.”

She didn’t mention what had just happened, as if the lingering intimacy had been just a breeze from the window, irrelevant to her.

He remained quiet for a few seconds, then gave a soft, hoarse “Hmm.”

Her legs really were weak—but not from the fake stumble she had pretended, but from kissing him.

A boy so young yet so talented at kissing…

She straightened her posture, her misty, beautiful eyes glancing at the sky outside.

It was already late.

“I have to head back now,” she said.

She withdrew from his embrace. He leaned against the staircase railing, not particularly interested, and gave a low “Hmm.”

Ci Yiyang walked downstairs. Just as she reached the bottom step, she suddenly turned back as if she’d remembered something.

“Lu Jin.”

He raised his eyes to look at her, the corners slightly red.

“Thank you for today.” She stood at the entrance of the academic building and gave him a gentle smile. Black hair, long skirt, poised and serene—there was no trace of the awkwardness from upstairs.

“Thank me?”

Lu Jin’s lips twitched slightly, a faint ambiguity in his voice, veiled by the night: “No need.”

He had already received sufficient ‘payment’ in his own terms.

Not wanting others to discover their connection, Ci Yiyang didn’t stay with him any longer and returned to her dormitory.

Just as she reached the dorm and was about to go upstairs, she received a food delivery notification. Within half a minute, she got the delivery.

It was a medicinal ointment, for swelling.

No need to guess—it was sent by Lu Jin.

Seeing it, she instinctively raised a hand to touch her still-tingling lips.

He had kissed her forcefully earlier; her lips were indeed swollen.

But not to the extent of needing ointment.

Ci Yiyang pursed her lips, carrying the ointment upstairs while sending Lu Jin a message.

His reply came quickly.

Seeing the message, satisfied with his prompt response, she couldn’t help but open her shopping app and buy the adult toys she had selected earlier but hadn’t purchased.

After showering and finishing the remaining report, she lay on her bed for a few moments, then called Lu Jin.

It rang a few times before he answered.

“What’s up, Sister?” The boy’s magnetic voice brushed against her eardrums, lazy and drowsy.

Ci Yiyang couldn’t help but recall the sounds he had made earlier on the dim staircase, uncontrolled and breathy, her lips still tingling.

She pursed her lips and asked, “What are you doing?”

There was silence for a few seconds before he said, “Just got back, about to shower.”

Showering at this hour?

Ci Yiyang glanced at her phone. It was already 9:30.

Hmm… seems fine.

She said nothing. On the other side, there were faint, rustling sounds she couldn’t quite make out.

Hearing the sounds, Ci Yiyang’s mind jolted, and she blurted out, “Are you taking off your clothes now?”

The rustling stopped. Then came his soft, smiling voice: “Yes.”

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but the single word “Yes” sounded strangely soft and teasing, almost as if he was laughing at her.

Ci Yiyang froze, quickly opening her phone’s notes to follow what she had written down: “Don’t be stingy, let me see.”

“…”

Silence.

So quiet it made her uneasy.

Especially Ci Yiyang—she wished she could take back her words.

What had she just said?

But the words were out. She could only grit her teeth and wait.

Lu Jin remained silent for half a minute, probably opening and closing the bathroom door, the sound of the door shutting went “bang.”

A light sound, yet it made her brow twitch.

“Do you want to see?” he asked. Not refusing, but not agreeing either, as if just curious.

The note had included this line.

Ci Yiyang quickly glanced: “Hmm… can I? It’s okay if not, I was just saying.”

She had searched online to tease him, but it didn’t seem very reliable.

“So you were just saying it casually,” he replied, his tone easy, as if naturally good-natured.

Ci Yiyang: “Yes, just joking.”

“Wait a moment, Sister.” He said this and abruptly hung up the voice call.

Ci Yiyang held her phone, blinking, confused about his intention.

After a few minutes, her phone rang again.

This time it wasn’t a voice message—it was a video call.

And it was Lu Jin calling.

Ci Yiyang’s hand trembled, almost dropping the phone on her face.

She hadn’t expected him to actually start a video call.

She turned off her side of the camera cautiously and answered.

It wasn’t what she imagined. The camera faced a mirror.

Steam fogged the mirror, and there was no Lu Jin in sight, only a shadow stretching across it.

He had placed the phone in the far corner of the bathroom.

“Lu Jin?” she called, trying to locate him.

“Hm?”

The screen shook slightly, unintentionally capturing the boy’s wet throat down to his slim collarbones, water pooling in the hollow of the collarbones and trickling down as he moved.

He seemed to adjust the camera several times before finally focusing on his face.

“See, Sister?” His hair was wet, he smiled slightly at the dark camera, a bite mark on his lower lip even more severe than hers.

Seeing this intoxicatingly beautiful face, Ci Yiyang unconsciously held her breath, her ears flushed.

He hadn’t just been preparing to shower earlier; he was already in the shower, the steam enveloping him, his pale skin flushed pink.

“Sister?” he raised an eyebrow when he didn’t hear her respond.

Ci Yiyang: “Hmm…”

He smiled and asked, “Do you want to see more?”

A polite question, yet Ci Yiyang almost blurted out the wrong thing.

She quickly composed herself, opening a recording screen and gently asked, “Is it okay?”

“Do you think it’s okay, Sister?” He bared his sharp teeth, lips red and seductive.

Ci Yiyang realized he was echoing the way she had spoken earlier, turning her joke back on her.

Which brother would show his sister a video of him showering? Yet no one had ever kissed a sibling like this either.

She pretended not to understand: “Not okay?”

Then he smiled and agreed: “Okay.”