Seducing Him - Chapter 26

The window in the room was only covered with a thin layer of gray gauze, hazily reflecting the enormous moon outside. Inside, the cold white ceiling lights had been turned off, leaving only a few dim yellow wall lamps seeping from the walls, casting a soft glow on the skin.

The boy bent his head down in a seemingly harmless posture, thick black lashes lowered as he bit onto the lace she loved to wear in her usual minimalist colors, slowly tugging it down.

He didn’t stop until it slipped past the curve of her legs. His gaze locked onto the shimmering wetness revealed there, the crimson spot trembling in the cool air.

“Poor sister, you’re already crying.” He lifted his eyes with a look of pity, smiling.

His words, laden with hidden meaning, made Ci Yiyang’s face flush red. Instinctively, she reached out to cover herself, but as if predicting her move, he lowered his head first.

Her palm pressed right against the top of his head—it seemed deliberate, but in truth it was his own doing.

Ci Yiyang hadn’t expected him to act this way. The boy, burying his face there, gave her the illusion that even if she stepped on his face, he wouldn’t be angry—he would instead grab her foot and kiss it with desperate madness.

His chiseled features sank low, tongue slipping out, damp and soft, teasing as though tasting.

Ci Yiyang’s body trembled uncontrollably, the hand buried in his black hair tightened, her half-opened lips releasing a faint gasp.

Even though the sound was light, he still caught it. Finding what she liked, he began to lick her more intently, his high nose brushing against her with each tilt of his chin as he swallowed.

Her spasms grew more obvious. With her eyes misted, she looked down at him in a daze.

It was an indecent act, vulgar by nature, but on his stunning face, so untouchably beautiful, it strangely carried a trace of holiness. His sharp nose buried deep, as if inhaling the fragrance of a flower.

As his once clumsy tongue movements grew practiced, an ominous feeling stirred in her.

She didn’t know what spot he touched, but heat rushed to her cheeks, her ears glowing red as if they would bleed.

“Mhm—” Ci Yiyang bit her lip, tugging at his hair to pull him up, but he quickly ducked his head down again.

This time, encouraged, he pressed down her trembling hips, going at her even more frenziedly, as though draining her of every drop of bl00d.

Something quivered in her chest. The silence around them made her ragged heartbeat and the sound of his swallowing all the clearer.

Just as her screams threatened to break loose under his relentless pace, he suddenly stopped, resting his chin on her twitching belly. With a faintly breathless smile in his eyes, he asked, “Sister, do you like it?”

“Mm…” Her body half rose, tears glistening as she bit down on her finger, staring at the boy kneeling before her.

It felt so good—not overwhelming, but perfectly dangling her on the edge, making her want more.

Hearing her answer, Lu Jin’s lips curled. He pressed firmly against her pubic bone, making her lean fully against the headboard, before burying his head again.

This time was different—intense pleasure crashed over her. Even biting her finger, she couldn’t stop her voice from spilling. His focus on that one spot made her unable to endure, tugging at his hair and shaking her head, pleading for him to stop.

But no matter how hard she pulled, he ignored her. He gave her no pause, no chance to catch her breath.

Not until she lay limp against the headboard, eyes glazed, body weak as water, too drained to even lift her head, did he finally rise, breathing heavily. Cupping her face, he leaned in for a kiss.

Ci Yiyang suddenly turned away, her eyes filled with disdain. “No kissing.”

He blinked, then laughed, dropping a kiss on her cheek instead.

He had just kissed her there before, and now again—she shot him a glare.

Unbothered, he trailed from her cheek toward her lips, chuckling softly. “Sister is so cute… just now you were pressing my head down, and now you forbid me.”

His hot chest pressed against hers. It was only then she realized—he had bitten through her black lace. She had nothing left to cover herself.

Startled, she crossed her arms over her chest, lifting her gaze only to meet his lazy lashes, eyes fixed openly on her body.

Realizing she was covering herself, his eyelids flicked but he didn’t look away. Instead, he gazed at her boldly.

He said nothing, yet his stare made her scalp tingle. Weak-limbed, she slipped off the bed, clutching her chest as she ran to the bathroom.

Lu Jin didn’t stop her. He only smiled, watching her flee like a frightened rabbit. His hand tapped the bed idly a few times.

Where his fingers touched, the sheets were darkened with dampness.

Inside the bathroom, Ci Yiyang finally saw herself clearly—her hair messy, eyes smoldering, her neck covered in red bite marks. Her chest too bore his teeth marks.

Lu Jin loved to bite.

She frowned at the mirror, brushing her fingers over the indentations on her skin. After a long pause, she slipped on the robe folded neatly on the stone counter.

When she emerged, the curtains were drawn open, moonlight flooding the room.

Lu Jin sat cross-legged on the sofa, laptop resting on his knees, slender fingers tapping crisp keystrokes across the keyboard.

Ci Yiyang stood there, watching him.

Apart from the faint flush still lingering on his face, there was no trace of drunkenness.

Liar.

She scoffed inwardly, walking to the sofa to sit naturally beside him. “Sober now?”

Lu Jin lifted his eyes, smiling faintly. “Mm. Awake.”

He had claimed to be drunk, yet hadn’t even bothered to pretend.

Her gaze fell on his laptop. Curious, she asked, “What are you doing?”

Seeing her curiosity, he answered simply, “Put your hand on the control area.”

She followed.

With a few taps of her finger, a soft unlocking sound came from the door.

Startled, she looked up at him.

Closing the laptop and setting it aside, he explained, “It’s for unlocking the room.”

His invitation was obvious, but Ci Yiyang showed little interest. “Oh.” She shut her eyes and lay sideways across his lap.

Only wrapped in a robe, the neckline fell open as she moved. With just a glance down, he could see what had been reddened earlier, still tenderly raised.

His eyes darkened. Leaning back, he rested his elbow lazily against the cushion.

Ci Yiyang gripped the hem of his shirt, curling it tightly in her palm, her cheek pressed against his waist as she murmured softly, “I’m thirsty.”

After what they had just done, such intimacy easily unsettled his breath.

He bit down on his tongue with sharp teeth, suppressing the desire she stirred, and rasped in a husky voice, “Wait a moment.”

When he moved to pour water, she mumbled, voice muffled, “I don’t want warm water. I want cold water from downstairs.”

His hand paused mid-pour. Turning his gaze toward her curled form on the sofa, he still didn’t refuse. With good temper, he nodded. “Alright.”

He set down the cup and headed for the door.

At the threshold, he glanced back at the ivory ornament on the bed, lips curling faintly before leaving.

The room fell quiet again. A breeze drifted through the open window. At the faint sound of the electronic lock, Ci Yiyang immediately sat up.

She rushed to the bed—only to find the ivory ornament overturned, the hidden miniature camera behind it smashed.

Why was it suddenly broken?

Frowning, she examined the shattered lens. The ivory’s base had a sharp corner that matched perfectly with the indentation in the wall.

Exactly right.

So the recessed area was for mounting the ivory, but the ivory itself was just a cover.

She pressed her lips together, put the broken camera back, then quickly returned to the sofa, pretending to sleep before he came back.

When Lu Jin entered, he saw her slippers scattered by the sofa, but the girl lying there looked peaceful, cheeks flushed, with no sign of guilt.

He studied her briefly, then walked forward.

Setting the cup aside, he bent down to straighten her slippers, then sat beside her, brushing a finger across her swollen lips, lashes lowering to mask the darkness in his eyes.

“Sister, wake up and drink some water.”

His touch tickled against her lips.

Ci Yiyang pretended to wake, dodging his hand as she sat up with a bright smile. “Thank you, Lu Jin.”

Leaning on the cushion, she reached for the cup—but before she could touch it, he took it away.

“Mm?” She looked at him in confusion.

He smiled, tapping his knee. “Lie here. I’ll feed you.”

Ci Yiyang stared at him strangely, but when she realized he was serious, she lay across his lap, looking up.

Under her gaze, Lu Jin lifted the cup, drank, then cupped the back of her neck and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue parted her lips, passing the cold liquid into her mouth.

The chill shocked her into swallowing, but then she realized—it wasn’t water. It was alcohol. The very cocktail she had prepared earlier to get him drunk.

She tried to push the liquor back, but he kissed her wildly, forcing her to drink it down.

Her throat burned painfully after.

“Water…” she croaked, grabbing his collar, chest tight and voice hoarse.

But he only lowered his head, licking her lips, and murmured with a careless smile, “There’s no more. If you want a drink, you’ll have to kiss me.”

The alcohol quickly muddled her head, thoughts sluggish as she tried to process his words.

He gave her no time. Hooking her neck, he kissed her again.

Cool liquid spilled between their mouths, sliding down from the corners as he tilted his head to lick it away. His tongue teased hers, retreating only to draw her deeper.

Ci Yiyang’s strength drained, body floating as if walking on clouds, no ground beneath her. She could only tilt her head back, enduring his clinging kisses.

He seemed insatiable. As her consciousness blurred, she vaguely saw him pressing her into the cushions, eyes dazed, kissing her hard and fierce, lips grinding, entwining until they nearly pulled into threads.

He truly loved kissing.

That was her last thought before her eyelids fell shut and she sank into sleep.

Moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling window. On the sofa, the boy held the unconscious girl, still kissing her. Only when his lips went numb did he reluctantly let go, strings of saliva breaking from his crimson lips.

He stared unblinking at the girl beneath him.

She lay there, unknowing.

Even if he tore her shirt and entered her body, she would feel nothing—perhaps she wouldn’t remember at all after tonight’s strong drink.

His hands trembled. Unable to resist, he buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent greedily.

After his craving eased, he leaned lazily against the sofa, cradling the flushed, sleeping girl. Picking up her phone, he plucked off the tiny magnetic camera hidden behind it, twirling it in his fingers.

So small, no bigger than a fingernail, impossible to notice stuck to the back.

His eyes lowered, voice low with a laugh.
“Sister, you’re clever… trying to fake things with a few staged videos, yet only giving me this little sweetness.”

Unfair.