Seducing Him - Chapter 30

To make the game feel more immersive, they had added medicinal herbs into the water to replenish bl00d and energy. Mixed with alcohol, it naturally made the body heat up.

The pads of his fingers brushed lightly across her, and the ticklish sensation made Ci Yiyang’s whole body tremble, her mind freezing as if it had crashed.

Until Lu Jin leaned down, replacing his fingertip with his lips, prying open her burning lips and sucking her soft, fragrant tongue into his mouth.

“Mm…” His repressed desire spilled out, a muffled groan of lust rumbling from his throat.

He was so close, his breath against her ears made them tingle, her knees turned weak—and the kiss was so comfortable.

Ci Yiyang couldn’t help tilting her head up to respond. Her whole body felt like it was burning, even her hair strands seemed to turn hot. Something deep inside her quivered, and the pleasure was so intense it felt like her bones were loosening one by one.

Male and female breaths intermingled, hushed groans laced with yearning filling the vine-covered vintage balcony with a heavy sense of intimacy.

Moonlight fell across their lips, parting briefly for breath, and faintly revealed the obscene thread of saliva stretching between them before being swallowed again.

When Ci Yiyang stepped off the balcony, her face was flushed as if she had been drunk.

At the booth, only Lian Rong was still drinking. Ming Ying, who earlier had boasted she would outdrink him, was already passed out.

“What’s this?” Ci Yiyang looked at Lian Rong.

He turned toward her with a faint smile. “She’s drunk. Kept saying she wanted to catch birds. Later, please trouble yourself to take her home.”

Catch birds…

Ci Yiyang’s expression stiffened, staring at the unconscious Ming Ying, wondering if she had misheard.

“She passed out?” she asked slowly, moving over to sit beside Ming Ying.

Ming Ying was usually proud of her drinking tolerance. For her to collapse like this seemed impossible.

“Oh.” Lian Rong seemed to recall something and politely explained: “I know some acupressure.”

Ci Yiyang: “…”

So he pressed her into unconsciousness.

Struggling to hold Ming Ying upright, Ci Yiyang finally looked up at him. “Could you lend a hand?”

He thought for a moment, then nodded. “Sure.”

He stood, easily taking the limp Ming Ying from her arms.

While he carried her and she went to fetch Ming Ying’s bag, he suddenly stopped, pivoting on his heel.

“Ah, I forgot to mention. Earlier I saw the ‘Demon King’ slip you something. Saintess, be careful not to get caught by him—he’ll take you away to breed eggs.”

“The ‘Demon King’ has been suppressing himself for years. His lust runs deep. Once you provoke him, there’ll be no escape.”

It sounded like a friendly warning, but those words landed squarely in Lu Jin’s ears as he stepped in from the balcony.

At the phrase “lust runs deep,” his eyelids lifted slightly, half his beautiful face hidden in shadow, a smile that was not quite a smile playing on his lips as he looked forward.

Ci Yiyang forced a polite smile. “Thanks for the warning.”

But really, he mentioned it only after everything was over. She should have forced that drugged drink into his mouth and let him get carried off by the Demon King.

“Mm.” Lian Rong accepted her thanks and left with Ming Ying in his arms.

Ci Yiyang followed, her head lowered awkwardly. She couldn’t stop thinking about how he had almost licked her earlier, leaving her sticky and uncomfortable.

She suspected Lu Jin had a strange fetish—liking to lick people.

—

On Monday, after the game, Ming Ying woke remembering fragments from before passing out. She clutched Ci Yiyang and wailed as if the sky had fallen.

“My pure reputation! I can’t believe I did such a thing yesterday, my face is utterly ruined!”

“I must have studied too hard. Otherwise, how could I get drunk and still think of birds?”

Ci Yiyang, seeing her tears, was about to comfort her when Ming Ying grew even more distraught with regret.

“I don’t even remember if I touched him. What a waste!”

“But Lian Rong reacted so fast, I probably didn’t. Such a pity! Yiyang, comfort me quickly, my heart can’t take this pain.”

Ci Yiyang nodded. “Yes, your heart.”

After her crying fit, Ming Ying leaned closer. “Yiyang, in a few days the school has a speech event. Do you want to go with us?”

Ci Yiyang shook her head. “No. My senior has just passed the broadcasting station’s interview. I’ll be doing corporate interviews with him, need to prepare materials.”

“Fine.” Ming Ying sighed and then cuddled up to Chen Yao’an. “My dear An’an, you’ll definitely go with me, won’t you?”

Chen Yao’an smoothed her mussed hair and smiled. “I just got punished. Let me calm down first.”

Sensing a chance, Ming Ying stuck close until Chen Yao’an finally relented, agreeing to skip a dinner and go with her.

—

By late December, the capital was already very cold.

Final exams were about to begin, lasting about three days, after which winter vacation would start.

The finance department’s exams ended earlier. Chen Yao’an had already gone home.

On Monday morning, after finishing her last exam, Ci Yiyang received a message from Lu Jin saying he wanted to pick her up. She refused outright. After packing in her dorm and saying goodbye to Ming Ying, she left alone with her suitcase.

She wasn’t planning to stay in the capital for the whole break, so first she would return to the estate to prepare before heading to Hechuan to see her grandmother.

She didn’t need much—just a few changes of clothes and toiletries, which she could buy later. The only thing she insisted on bringing was a photo of her mother.

She placed the thick photo album carefully in her suitcase, when the sound of the door opening made her look up.

The boy strolled in casually, sitting on a chair beside her, his chin resting on the backrest as he watched her crouched on the carpet packing.

“Where is Sister going?”

“Back to Hechuan. I haven’t been in a long time.” She cast nervous glances toward the door, relieved he had shut it when he came in.

Narrowing his eyes, he said, “I want to go with you.”

“There’s no need. Grandma doesn’t know you, nor does she want to.” She lowered her head, continuing to pack.

They had taken her mother’s place in the family—grandma wouldn’t want to see him.

“I see.” His lashes fluttered faintly.

He didn’t want to be apart from her, but she clearly didn’t plan to take him.

How could he make her need him, unable to leave him?

The room was silent for a moment.

He suddenly asked, “It’s only a few days. Why bring that along?”

“With me…” She answered instinctively, then froze, staring at him oddly.

“How did you know what I brought?”

She had wrapped the photo in white cloth and sealed it in a box. How did he see?

“Mm?” His brows lifted, eyes still smiling as if puzzled. “What did Sister bring?”

As though his earlier words were just a casual question, and he truly didn’t know.

Seeing his blank expression, she wondered if she was overthinking.

“Nothing, just a few photos,” she explained calmly, then shut her suitcase.

He said nothing more, simply took the suitcase from her. “I’ll carry it.”

It was light, just a few clothes and toiletries. She let him.

Outside, the road was wet from last night’s rain, and the cold wind bit at her bones.

Pulling her scarf tighter, her hand turning red from dragging the suitcase, she answered a call from Grandma’s caretaker. Her face, rosy from the cold, was bright with a smile—until the voice on the other end made it freeze.

“Yiyang, come quickly. The old lady fell. She’s in the hospital. It’s serious—you must be prepared.”

“What…” Ci Yiyang’s expression went rigid, not fully grasping.

The caretaker repeated.

She hung up, panicked, trying to reach the driver. No response. Desperate, only one person came to mind.

Upstairs, Lu Jin leaned by the window, watching her crouch in the snow with her phone. When his rang, he picked up. “Sister, do you need me to help?”

Her voice was trembling pitifully.

“Lu Jin, can you… can you take me to Hechuan? To Grandma’s house. Please.”

Smiling, he slipped on a coat and fur-lined hat, answering softly, “Of course. Don’t worry. Wait a moment, I’ll take you.”

“Mm.” Her voice was muffled.

Poor sister.

He hung up, eyes narrowing on her still crouched form, his heart aching, but more than that—filled with obsessive anticipation.

Soon, she would have no choice but to depend on him completely.

The black car pulled up before she had even collected herself. Suddenly lifted and placed into the passenger seat, she only snapped back to awareness when the warm air hit her chilled skin, her dazed eyes falling on his clean, sharp profile.

“Don’t be afraid, Sister. It’s nothing serious—just an attack.” He locked the windows, driving out of the estate with a gentle tone.

But she couldn’t shake her fear. Grandma’s frail body, a fall like that… she didn’t dare imagine.

Leaning against the window, silent tears slipped down her pale cheeks.

She had no one left but Grandma.

In the backseat, she had at first tried to maintain distance, but boredom lulled her into sleep, her head resting unknowingly on his shoulder.

Half-dreaming, she thought she heard his whisper, deep and husky:

“Sister looks so cute sleeping… makes me want to fvck her.”

Too crude. She thought it was a dream, only frowning faintly.

—

Her father had grown up in a small town called Hechuan before the family’s fortune. Her mother had been from Beijing, meeting him only when visiting ancestors with Grandma.

Their love story was simple. The rich girl fell for the local boy, they married when she became pregnant with Ci Yiyang. The wedding was held in Hechuan, modestly. Later, her father moved with her mother to Beijing.

Hechuan was about 500 kilometers away. After several hours, Lu Jin gently woke her.

“We’re almost there.”

Groggy, she didn’t realize she had been sleeping on his shoulder. Cracking the window, a rush of crisp air bit at her skin.

He looped a scarf around her neck from behind.

“Aren’t you cold?” He hugged her from behind suddenly.

Startled, she elbowed him. “Move away, I’m fine.”

He obeyed, leaning back.

Wrapped warmly, looking out at the familiar scenery, her heart lightened a little.

Grandma had been sent to the local hospital. When Ci Yiyang arrived, she was already awake, sitting up and talking.

Seeing her, Grandma beckoned. “Darling, come here.”

Yiyang’s face lit up as she sat by her side. “Are you feeling better, Grandma?”

Grandma nodded. “It’s nothing serious, much better now. Don’t worry.”

Her gaze then fell behind, pausing when she saw Lu Jin.

He stood a short distance away, smiling faintly. “Grandma.”

Recognizing him vaguely, Grandma asked Ci Yiyang, “And this is?”

Yiyang explained, “He’s… a friend who brought me here.”

Grandma smiled kindly, inviting him to sit.

Perhaps sensing his awkward identity, he kept his distance, listening quietly.

“Darling,” Grandma said, “your father hasn’t called in a while. I heard he had trouble recently. Is he alright?”

Not wanting her to worry, Ci Yiyang shook her head obediently. “He’s fine now.”

“That’s good.” Grandma patted her hand lovingly.

After a while, Yiyang went with Lu Jin to speak to the doctor.

“The patient has heart disease and underlying conditions,” the doctor said gravely. “Her situation isn’t optimistic. She’ll need a heart transplant as soon as possible.”

Ci Yiyang’s lips trembled.

There hadn’t been a suitable donor. Grandma’s illness had always been managed with medication, but now things had worsened far faster than she had imagined. “Does the hospital have one?”

The doctor’s look was pitying. No.

The light dimmed in her eyes as her body sagged—until Lu Jin’s arms caught her.

“Lu Jin, what do I do…” she asked blankly.

She couldn’t lose Grandma too.

He pressed her face gently into his chest, lips brushing her hair. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you.”

“How?” Her shoulders shook.

Hearts were so scarce. They’d searched since diagnosis, with no results.

“Do you trust me?” He lifted her tear-stained face, carefully tracing each wet lash with his gaze.

So pitiful, so fragile.

He wanted so badly… to lick her tears.

Her vision blurred with tears, she didn’t see the strange gleam in his eyes. She only bit her trembling lip silently.

Unable to endure her gaze, he lowered his head, tongue curling at her tear-streaked skin, his voice hoarse: “I can find a suitable heart for Grandma. But in exchange, I want your promise—never to leave me.”

Through tears, she clutched his sleeve and nodded. “Mm…”

“Good.” His lips curled, licking the corner of her eye again, as if kindly reminding her: “You must keep that promise, Sister. Otherwise, being deceived, I might do things you can’t imagine.”

Things like taking her away to a place where no one could find her, locking her where she could only see him, love him, depend on him forever. Perhaps worse—but he wouldn’t say that now and scare her.

At this moment, Ci Yiyang couldn’t care about him licking her tears in a hospital, or his ominous words. All she could think of was Grandma.

So she didn’t notice how his pitying expression hid lips curling in expectation and delight.