Seducing Him - Chapter 24

Ci YiYang let him return to his room first, while she went back to her own room to fetch something.

As for what she was going to get, Lu Jin didn’t ask.

Back in her room, Ci YiYang found the adult toys she had already disinfected.

Thinking of the expression downstairs—how the young man had almost lost control in his intoxication—Ci YiYang’s eyes flickered with a faint light.

From tonight onwards, she intended to control his body, make him obsessed, addicted, and drive him crazy—so that he would develop an irresistible craving for her.

Men were most easily seduced when drunk, which was why she had given him wine before enticing him to bed.

However, she had no intention of actually sleeping with him; she planned to use these toys as substitutes.

She selected several useful toys and, worried that she might back out midway, drank a sip of the red wine she had mixed downstairs for courage before heading out.

The blend of brandy and red wine tasted acceptable; it wasn’t strong, and her mind felt unusually clear.

Lu Jin’s room wasn’t closed.

The young man sat quietly on the sofa, leaning back with one arm draped over his eyes, his prominent nose bridge exposed. He seemed to be waiting for her to fall asleep.

When Ci YiYang entered, she spotted him immediately.

She intended to wake him, but then noticed a door nearby—one that was almost never opened.

Lu Jin’s bedroom was uniquely furnished, extremely minimalist. Apart from a black-and-white sofa and table, a stark bookshelf, and a large bed, there were two doors.

One she knew led to a walk-in closet, contrary to what he had previously told her, and the other he had said led to a gaming room—but she had never actually seen him enter it. Perhaps he seldom played games?

She glanced at it, unbothered, and turned to close the door.

With a beep, an electronic lock engaged. Entry now required Lu Jin’s fingerprint, so no one would enter tonight.

The moonlight was bright, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows were uncovered, flooding the room with harsh pale light.

Ci YiYang drew the sheer gray curtain across, blocking out the moonlight, giving the spacious room a sense of safety.

She turned around, satisfied.

Lu Jin had now awakened, lowering his arm from his eyes. His black pupils were still somewhat unfocused, and his face flushed—a clear sign that the alcohol was still affecting his brain.

This was the state Ci YiYang wanted: not completely drunk to the point of incoherence, but just tipsy enough to maintain daytime reserve while being easily enticed.

“Lu Jin.”

He didn’t reply, only watching her.

After a few seconds, under his gaze, she removed the long shirt she was wearing.

Beneath it, she wore something visibly thin, with cut-outs in the middle, supporting her br3asts perfectly. The lower piece was tied into a bow, sheer lace, easy to undo with a slight tug.

It was a lingerie set.

His eyes finally moved, following the girl as she approached.

Above them, a vintage chandelier cast white glass-like light on her fair skin, and as she moved, the softness of her body reminded him of distant summer clouds.

Ci YiYang sat on his lap, adopting a female-above position.

He didn’t react—neither moving nor pushing her away—but his dark eyes stared at her, revealing his body’s honesty despite his calm exterior.

She was already provoking a reaction simply by wearing this outfit.

Ci YiYang, feigning innocence, rested in his embrace, arms around his neck, and softly asked, “Lu Jin, do I look good in this? I wanted to change for you before, but never had the chance.”

Shy from her first time doing such a thing, her long black lashes trembled lightly, like two dark butterfly wings, seducing him to reach out.

He raised his hand, fingertips brushing her curled lashes; each touch sent her heartbeat racing.

“Sister comes into my room at midnight dressed like this… aren’t you afraid… I might do something?”

“Not afraid,” she shook her head, then teased, “Do you want to see more?”

Lu Jin lowered his eyelids, his voice hoarse, “So this is the answer you mentioned earlier?”

Soft and gentle, yet thrilling, like being touched by warm raindrops—the air itself grew heavy with ambiguous tension.

“Yes.” Ci YiYang bit her lip, offering no denial.

A sudden breeze swirled the curtains like morning mist, and something warm yet cold traveled upward between her legs.

It was his long fingers, hooking her lace, tightening inch by inch.

“Are you not afraid of… chaos?” he asked, curiosity in his eyes, the word “chaos” partially lost in his breath.

The stimulation caused her shoulders to twitch, her delicate shoulder blades arching backward, nearly letting out a sound.

“No, they aren’t married yet, so it doesn’t count.” She bit her lip, trying to control her ragged breath, though tears still dampened her lashes as she shook her head.

“Indeed, it doesn’t count,” he said, smiling, his fingers blanching from the tight lace, pressing her flesh to leave a red mark.

Attempting to close her thighs, she was blocked by his hand.

“You look good in this. Don’t cover it,” he said politely, prying open her knees, exposing the reddened flesh.

The position was awkward; she instinctively grabbed his wrist but accidentally pulled his hand along.

The lace connected to her underwear, intentionally small, leaving an erotic visual impression. He tugged the lace aside, separating it, exposing her further.

Sitting on his waist, heat rushed to her head; she nearly moaned.

“Lu Jin, don’t pull the lace, it’s coming apart,” she whispered, trembling.

He wore thin home clothes—a gray sweater and black pants—but the shape underneath was apparent.

She tried to lift off, but his hand gripped her waist, pressing her down.

“Lu Jin…” she panted, tears dropping, mind blank, feeling warmth radiate from him, spine tingling, toes curling, chest tight.

Compared to her helpless expression, the ripple in his eyes looked like autumn waves, “I understand now. You like me, so you always approached me and couldn’t accept their marriage, right?”

“Yes,” she nodded through blurred eyes.

Releasing the lace, he lifted her lowered head, gazing at her red lips. “Then you really love me.”

Affectionate, nose nudging, his intimate gesture showed his pleasure.

Ci YiYang’s body cooled, repulsed by his words despite his tone. Love or like—he dared to assume it.

She blinked at him, wet lashes trembling, “Yes. From the first moment I saw you, I liked you, so I couldn’t accept them being together.”

“Have you accepted it now?” he asked with a smile, thumb brushing her lower lip.

The warmth of his fingers heated her lips; she blushed, finally answering, “Yes.”

“So, the reason you agreed to move in was to see me?” His voice trailing, he gently helped her onto the sofa.

Ci YiYang shifted from sitting on his lap to lying on her back, arms still around his neck, nodding without hesitation.

He leaned over her, still smiling, “So, the first day you ‘accidentally’ slept in the wrong room, borrowed the bathroom, asked me to see your dress, and pretended to be scared or busy with research… it was all to get close to me?”

Tenderly, he recounted everything she had done.

Her long black hair draped the sofa edge, nearly naked, snow-white skin dazzling. She looked up, bewildered—he knew everything!

Realizing this, she noticed his curious gaze and felt an instant danger response, trying to push him away but pinned.

“Lu Jin!”

Her breathing was heavy; her body heaving under black lace.

The beautiful sight made his throat dry.

He wanted to touch, to hold, to… immerse her entirely.

Lost in fantasy, water-colored haze at the corners of his eyes, his Adam’s apple moving, breathing uneven.

Looking at him, though knowing his awareness shocked her, she realized he had been cooperative all along because he liked her too.

Understanding this, she whispered, “Lu Jin.”

“Hmm?” He tilted his eyes downward.

She tilted her chin, brushing his jaw with her lips, murmuring softly, “I want to kiss you.”

He froze at her words, then suddenly buried his head, capturing her flushed lips.

“Mm.” She felt something wet enter her, brow furrowed.

He gripped her jaw, kissing fiercely, as if he had never kissed before, savoring every moment.

While enduring his frenzy, she reached for something nearby.

Earlier, she had placed the bag under the sofa pillow, but now couldn’t find it.

After fumbling, she finally touched it, only for a slender finger to hook it away, along with his lips moving.

“Ah—”

Her hands raised instinctively.

Lu Jin looked down at her fingers.

A strangely shaped ring.

He examined it, then looked at her curiously, voice husky, “What’s this?”

Ci YiYang, uneasy under his gaze, tried to snatch it, “A ring.”

Her hands were shorter; he held her fingers, slipping the silver pearl-studded ring onto their index fingers.

“Like this?”

He tilted his head, “But it’s a bit big. Doesn’t seem to fit you, nor me.”

Before she could respond, he looked enlightened, “I see, it’s not worn this way.”

Such liveliness felt oddly out of place on his calm face.

Especially as he removed the ring from his finger, placed it back in hers, lifted her damp eyelids with a smile, and bit the hem of his sweater.

In a posture exposing himself, under her gaze, he slowly lowered his pants.