Seducing Him - Chapter 33

First touch…

Only Lu Jin would say something like that at a time like this.

Because of his words, Ci Yiyang’s mind went blank. She didn’t even realize what he was guiding her hand to do.

It wasn’t until her palm brushed against something hot, sticky, and hard that she gradually came back to her senses.

When she realized what she was holding, she instinctively squeezed.

The boy seemed unable to endure it, biting down on his lip with a muffled groan as his strength faltered. He suddenly pulled her down with him, and the two of them tumbled onto the carpet.

There had already been paint spilled on the carpet. As he held her and rolled with her across the floor, the snow-white dress she was wearing became smeared with messy streaks of color.

Like mottled fireworks bursting in a fog, staining a pure sky.

Lu Jin buried his face in the curve of her neck, his breathing ragged and chaotic as his body pressed tightly against hers, leaving her smothered and suffocated.

She wanted to let go and push him away, but footsteps suddenly sounded outside.

It seemed a servant had come upstairs to clean the open terrace, and the sound of passing by the studio was unusually clear.

If Lu Jin made too much noise, they would definitely be discovered.

Nervously, Ci Yiyang didn’t care that her hand was sticky and wet; she quickly covered his lips to stop the sounds.

“Be quiet, don’t make a sound!”

He was shameless, but she still wanted to protect them.

The boy’s flushed eyelids lifted slightly as he panted. He didn’t care that her soiled hand was pressed against his mouth—his dark eyes only fixed on the sweat beading on her white, clean forehead.

Her ears were burning red.

So cute.

The desire he had been suppressing grew wildly, like vines nourished by spring water, flooding through every vein with unspeakable pleasure.

He loved how she looked when she was nervous and afraid.

He wanted to lick her damp, panicked eyes.

He wanted…

He really wanted to.

His breathing grew heavier. Lowering his head, he pressed his eyes against her shoulder, trembling uncontrollably as he tried to restrain himself, his body shaking from the intensity of it.

Ci Yiyang’s ears stayed tuned to the sounds outside, so she didn’t notice the strange tremors running through the boy above her. She quietly picked up the pink square packet that had fallen nearby.

After tearing it open, he fumbled with it inexperience, trying to put it on his still-erect self.

It was too tight, the size wrong—he struggled to get it on.

“Too small.” He licked her palm as he whispered dreamily against her ear.

“What’s too small?”

Distracted by the noises outside, Ci Yiyang turned her head without thinking—only to meet his beautiful, flushed eyes, curved with a dazed smile.

He licked her palm, pushed her knees apart with his own, tugged at the lace beneath her skirt, his gentle tone trembling with excitement: “Sister, remember the size next time. Don’t buy the wrong one, or it’ll tear.”

The moment he said it, he lifted her leg onto his arm, giving her no chance to react.

“Mm!” Ci Yiyang arched in shock, wanting to cry out, but fear of being overheard forced her to stifle her voice, clutching his hair instead.

Even just a little of him inside was enough to send a powerful rush up his spine, driving him to press forward harder.

Closer.

Closer until he reached her heart.

His eyes burned with desire, his hands shaking as he gripped her thighs, forcing her open bit by bit.

Her delicate brows furrowed tightly, crystal tears spilling from her eyes. “It hurts!”

Her faint whisper snapped Lu Jin back to reason.

Staring into her dazed eyes, his restrained voice lost all calm. “I really like this reward, Sister. It’s the best gift I’ve ever received.”

Yet even as he spoke, he pressed forward again, gazing at the way her body was slowly forced open, his eyes filled with obsession.

The sensation was overwhelming, impossible to ignore.

She was too narrow, too tight—even with all the preparation, it was nearly impossible to fit inside.

Holding down her hips, he lifted his reddened eyes, his hoarse voice murmuring: “Relax, Sister. Just endure it a little longer, it won’t hurt soon.”

Ci Yiyang didn’t believe him. The pain and fear of being stretched open surged like a tide—taking advantage of the moment, she kicked at him.

But the instant he was pushed away, he grabbed her ankle, flipped her over, and pressed her into a kneeling position on the carpet. Her long black hair spilled down, framing her pale ears.

“If Sister is afraid of pain, then let’s change positions.” He bit at the back of her neck.

“I won’t go in, just between your legs.”

“Shh.” He sealed her lips with his, kissing her deeply. “Keep quiet, there are people outside.”

He loved her stifled moans, didn’t want anyone else to hear them.

Ci Yiyang remembered too that there were people outside, forcing herself to stay quiet. Her hands clutched the carpet tightly, her trembling waist giving way again and again, muffled sounds escaping despite her effort.

Behind her, the boy gripped her waist, his face flushed as he mimicked the most intimate of movements, binding them together in the closest of ways.

Luckily, the people outside soon left.

The moment they were gone, her taut nerves finally loosened. She tried to push him off, but he pressed her down firmly, not letting her move.

“Lu Jin, stop, I can’t anymore.” Her hoarse voice shook with panic, tears welling up in her eyes.

Just like her body.

He couldn’t stop. He only wanted to drive her to tears, to the point where she couldn’t say “stop” anymore.

Ignoring her pleas, his beautiful face flushed with obsession, he gripped her waist hard enough to redden it, her hips stinging red from his slaps.

A loss of control surged through her.

Realizing what was happening, shame made her bite her lip, trying desperately to suppress it.

But the more she panicked, the rougher and faster he became, as though deaf to everything, lost in madness.

His bl00d pounded, his heart raced, the pressure building until it burst. In her ears, his panting blurred into a ringing hum.

Her vision swam, shapes doubling. She couldn’t hold back any longer, her body trembling as release overtook her.

With so much pent up, he too couldn’t stop at the critical moment. Tilting his head back, his dark eyes rolled upward, bloodshot and dazed, his handsome features twisted in unrestrained pleasure.

She heard his deep, hoarse groan break free from his throat, mingling with her own choked sobs.

It lasted minutes before he finally collapsed against her trembling body, burying his face in her shoulder, overcome with bliss.

He was happy.

Happier than when he pierced a butterfly, happier than when he kissed her—sweetness sinking deep into his bones, lifting every part of him.

The wild intimacy left his pupils quivering, unfocused.

The air in the room grew stifling, like summer heat, every breath thick with warmth.

When at last they collapsed onto the carpet, catching their breath for over ten minutes, Ci Yiyang weakly pushed at him, her voice soft and wilted like a flower in the sun. “Turn around.”

He wasn’t done—she could feel him still pressing insistently against her.

But the cover had broken, the air filled with a strange, sweet scent. Mixed with his cool fragrance, it made her dizzy.

Slowly lifting his head, his beautiful face still flushed, he asked softly, “Sister only brought one?”

The sudden question froze her. She stared in disbelief.

He wanted more?

“No, I only brought one.”

“I see.” His lashes lowered with regret, murmuring faintly as he held her, unmoving.

Unable to stand the mess on her body, she pressed her weak foot against his waist, kicking him away.

Just as she tried to crawl out, his arm hooked around her waist, dragging her back against him.

“Lu Jin!”

She thought he wanted to continue without protection. Just as she shouted his name in anger, his lips seized hers, kissing her feverishly.

As though addicted, desperate and wild, he held her face and devoured her mouth.

Only when her lips were sore did he finally let go, brushing his fingers over the wetness at her lips. “Sister, go change your dress. It’s soaked.”

Her cheeks burned red, gasping softly on his chest. She already knew her skirt was ruined, sticky and damp.

The window facing the garden was left open, autumn air carrying flower-scented breezes. Her thighs felt chilled.

As the heat faded, she shivered, pushing up from his chest, sitting weakly on his waist, her eyes lowering to study him.

The boy still lay on the carpet.

His messy black hair framed a face flushed with red, paint smeared across it like roses blooming with thorns.

So beautiful.

A face that normally seemed cold and gentle, made dangerously attractive by desire—making her want to kill him.

She glanced once more, then ignored him, tugging at her torn skirt to cover herself before staggering out of the room.

Once she was gone, the boy slowly sat up, gazing at her retreating back, his lips curling into a faint smile.

Back in her room, Ci Yiyang tugged at her stained dress hem.

The splashes of white, red, and yellow paint mixed with milky fluid, damp and disgusting.

She couldn’t stand it. Opening her wardrobe, she grabbed a clean dress and prepared to shower.

But when she picked out new underwear, she froze.

They were all brand new—her used ones were gone.

Unlike Lu Jin, she didn’t guard her territory. While she was away, the housemaids often came in to clean.

She assumed they had thrown her old ones away. Shrugging it off, she took the new set into the bathroom.

After her shower, she was too exhausted to move. Even when the maid came to call her for dinner, she couldn’t get up. She fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, she felt something heavy pressing on her chest, stealing her breath.

Groggily opening her eyes, she saw a blurred male silhouette in the darkness. The familiar cool scent told her exactly who it was.

Lu Jin.

He hadn’t stayed in his own room. Instead, he had climbed into her bed, stripped off her nightdress, and was holding her close, breathing heavily against her.

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