Seducing Him - Chapter 25

Half-erect, it suddenly bounced before Ci Yiyang’s eyes. She stared blankly at it.

The tip was wet, not yet fully awake, but he was cruelly pinching the head with the crook of his hand. Then, right before her eyes, it began to swell—like a sponge soaking in water, visibly expanding.

Following her gaze, Lu Jin lowered his black lashes. His face flushed, he bit the corner of his sweater hem, revealing taut abs across his bare chest.

“This is how you put it on.” He spoke as he stretched open the ring with two fingers, his hand mimicking the motion of sliding it down from the top.

The sight was so overwhelming that Ci Yiyang opened her mouth to say something, yet her throat felt clogged. Not a word could leave her lips.

She kept staring dumbly at his movements. From not blinking for too long, her eyes had gone red.

He tried in her presence, but in the end, biting his sweater, head tilted back, his eyes unfocused, he gave her an apologetic smile.
“But… it looks like it won’t go on.”

Indeed, it wouldn’t. At full size, even making a ring with the crook of his hand was difficult. Naturally, the ring couldn’t fit.

“But… there’s another way it can go in.” He loosened his hand, then leaned forward, his tall body caging her into the corner of the sofa. Seizing her hand, he pressed it to his lips, whispering, “Sis, let me… if I come, it’ll soften, then it can go in.”

His lips brushed the back of her hand. When he spoke certain words, his tongue and lips flicked faintly—like a snake tasting the air—though his voice was still closer to a human’s.

The sound made Ci Yiyang shiver. Her throat went dry, and she remembered that time before, instinctively shrinking back.
“I… forget it, next time.” She tried to pull her hand away, but he gripped it tightly.

“Ah, I almost forgot.” He ignored her refusal, picked her up, and carried her toward the bed with a smile.
“Sis, you’re still missing something.”

“M-missing… what?” Watching the bed draw nearer, her lashes trembled nervously, fingers clinging hard to his sleeve.

He tossed her onto the soft bed, then casually reached toward the headboard where something metallic had been half-hidden behind decorations. Holding it up with a grin, he said, “This.”

Her eyes followed his hand. The moment she recognized what it was, her face froze.

It was the camera she’d placed there earlier.

While she was stunned, Lu Jin knelt onto the bed, grabbed her ankle, and pulled her beneath him. His gaze bore down into her eyes like a devouring vortex, his voice eerily gentle:
“Sis, besides these… what else are we missing?”

“I…” Her lips trembled, her complexion rapidly draining of color.

So he had known all along. Why hadn’t he said anything?

Looking at her pale face, Lu Jin pressed the square device against her lips, his eyes soft.
“I know Sis likes photography, but right now, don’t record your face and body. I don’t like others seeing you. You’d better bite this in your mouth and aim at me.”

The cold object was shoved between her lips. She tried to spit it out, but his grip locked her jaw, making it impossible.

“Don’t be afraid, Sis. I know what you want to do.” His lashes lowered, his tone soothing.
“You want to record every moment of us together, right?”

The metallic shape filled her mouth completely, blocking even her voice. Only her wide, trembling dark eyes stared at him, as if agreeing to his guess.

His gaze lingered on her misted eyes. Tempted, he pressed a kiss to the corner of them, murmuring faintly:
“Me too. I don’t want to look away from you even for a second…”

“Every time you get close, every time your eyes fall on me, I tremble all over with excitement.”

His pale skin flushed, lips trailing down from her eye to her cheek, to her tense collarbone, where he opened his sharp teeth and bit along the ridge in a teasing mark.

“Mmm…” Ci Yiyang furrowed her brows, biting hard on the square device between her lips, her back arching with every uneven breath.

Lu Jin sucked a mark onto her collarbone, then pried open her lips to pull the device out, tossing it aside. Before she could react, he cupped her face and kissed her hard.

Her teeth clamped shut instinctively. Half her body lifted against the headboard, eyes red at the corners, breath ragged—uncertain whether it was from being exposed, or from sensing the danger in him that was so different from when sober.

His dark eyes locked on her face, misted with haze.
“Tongue. Out.”

Her heart pounded chaotically, heat coursing through her body, but her lips remained tightly shut.

When she refused, he lowered his lashes, pulled her into a crushing embrace, fingers pinching her flushed cheeks until his tongue forced its way past her lips.

“Mm…” She whimpered nasally, resisting his intrusion, trying to push back.

But he sucked on her tongue with deliberate patience—not the reckless hunger of a beast, but teasing, slow, drawing her deeper into his mouth.

The slick, wet sensation made her weak, her whole body going limp. His knee pressed between her legs, caging her so she had no room to retreat.

It reminded her of the butterflies pinned by thorns in the third-floor studio—so fragile, even a flutter of wings was impossible.

Her shoulders tensed, breathing shallow and broken. Feeling smothered, she began to struggle.
“Enough, enough, Lu Jin…”

She wanted him to stop kissing her.

This feeling was dangerous—not only was he controlling her, but he was also awakening desire inside her.

Luckily, he loosened his hold.

The moment she was freed, she gasped like a drowning person finding air. She didn’t even notice the lace on her body trembling with every breath, delicate and alluring.

So beautiful.

Even after seeing it countless times, he still couldn’t look away.

His gaze fixed on her as he hooked a finger under the black bow above her hips, murmuring:
“Sis looks so beautiful in black. Just like I said before… beautiful enough to push you onto the bed and tear it apart.”

Her face burned crimson, full of regret. She panted heavily, covering his eyes with her hands to stop him from looking.

If she had known he’d become this shameless after drinking, she wouldn’t have kept pouring him wine.

Lu Jin only chuckled. Blocked from looking, his hand slid up her waist, fingers teasing beneath the thin black lace.

The glistening pink beneath was like a peeled lychee—its whiteness blurring his vision.

He really liked it—liked it so much he nearly lost control.

The urge to rip through that flimsy fabric and break her body was strong. If he truly lost control, he might leave her unconscious on the bed.

Sensing his feverish excitement, Ci Yiyang opened her mouth, wanting to speak.

But he already knew. His fingers suddenly tightened, and from his palm spilled the yielding softness of her flesh.

“Ahh!” Her eyes filled instantly with tears, her throat releasing a helpless, trembling cry.

“Sis’s voice is so soft. I love it too.” His tone was gentle, yet his hand kneaded with fevered obsession, as if desperate to hear more.

“Uhn…” Her body arched, spasming under his skilled touch. Her long black hair fell like silk, the tips of her ears glowing red.

Her breathy whimpers grew more desperate, tinged with sobs. “S-softer… please…”

He pressed his burning face into her neck, his voice nearly sighing with wonder.
“Sis, even your gasps sound beautiful.”

Her watery eyes flickered. The heat of his palm made her arch her back, trying to escape his grasp.

He didn’t let go. His lips roamed her pale neck, breath chaotic as he whispered:
“Sis, do you know? From the very first time I saw you… I wanted this.”

“Wh-what?”

What did he mean—he wanted this the first time they met?

Her head spun, unable to understand.

He smiled hazily, searching for her lips again, voice muffled with strange delight.
“The day you came to find me, you were so beautiful. Your dress, your long hair flying in the wind, sunlight spilling on your brows—you were stunning.”

That day she had slapped him, her fragrance brushing past him with the strike. His body had burned before his mind caught up—so much that he had even wished her hand would linger on his face.

It had felt good.

He kissed along her lips, sucking at her neck, his tone half-complaining, half-adoring:
“Sis was amazing. You made me hard that day. I suffered for so long after.”

So he had wanted her since then.

Out of her sight, madness filled his eyes. His hand, once gentle, grew rougher, edged with violence.

Ci Yiyang didn’t understand. When had she ever touched him?

She thought only of that time in the studio, when she had touched him under the excuse of research.

So naturally, she assumed he meant then—never realizing his “first time” referred to the day at the school gates, when she had slapped him in front of everyone.

“Lu…” She trembled under his hand, tears spilling into her dark hair, her voice breaking into sweet, choked notes that seemed to coax him further.

Hearing her half-murmured cry, he lifted his sharp, handsome face, eyes hazy but soft, finishing the words she hadn’t.

“Lu Jin.”

As his name fell, her slender neck arched, swallowing down a moan. She was like a white flower torn from the wall, trembling petals shivering as her pale body flushed with color.

His hand…

His hand was there.

The intrusion hurt a little. Her brows knitted, every nerve tightening beneath the mingled ache and swelling pleasure.

Pressing down against her trembling hips, his long fingers shivered at the feel of her softness. His eyes glazed with wet heat, breath breaking unevenly.

So tight.

After waiting so long, finally it wasn’t imagination—not her clothes, not her discarded things. This time was real. Her body was warmer, softer than anything else.

But too small. Forcing his way in would tear her. She needed more preparation.

He lifted his eyes, gaze hot and wet, cheeks flushed red.
“Sis, let me help you.”

“H-help me… with what?” Her heart quivered at his gaze, tears shimmering in her eyes. She clutched his hand, trying to stop him from going further.

Lu Jin didn’t answer. Instead, he lowered his lips from her ribs, past her taut belly, to bite gently at the edge of her black lace.

Her misted lashes drooped as she looked down at him, throat too dry to speak.

His movements and tone dripped with seduction.

So what did he mean by help?

What he meant needed no explanation.