Seducing Him - Chapter 34

The young man seemed to sense she was awake, and a hazy smile curved across his lips as his movements grew more deliberate.

“Sis, I’m sorry. I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, the scenes from the studio keep coming back.”

As long as he shut his eyes, those images haunted him relentlessly. He couldn’t sleep—so he came here.

Although his words sounded pitiful, it was still no excuse for sneaking into her room in the middle of the night, climbing onto her bed, and stripping off her clothes.

What made Ci Yiyang feel even more ashamed was that, at this moment, both of her hands were pinned above her head by him, and her body was so weakened that she couldn’t muster the strength to resist.

Late at night, breathless under his relentless teasing, she suddenly regretted ever letting him have a taste.

Because it was obvious—what he had originally loved, just kissing, had subtly begun to shift into something else.

“Bastard, don’t dirty the bed.” She cursed at him softly, breathless and flustered.

Hearing this, he said, “Then let’s change places.”

Without even bothering to turn on the lights in the room, he picked her up and placed her on the jade platform by the window.

That jade platform by the window was usually where Ci Yiyang sat or reclined to enjoy the view outside. Never had she imagined it could be used in such a way.

With the curtains drawn, her vision was blocked, which only heightened her sensitivity. She could clearly feel his breath falling hot against her vulnerable skin.

When his lips brushed against her, she quickly put her hand to his face: “Wait!”

“Hm?” His voice was hoarse. “What else does Sis want to wait for?”

Her lashes trembled as she stared at the faint outline of his face in the darkness. “No condom. You can only use your mouth. Nothing else.”

“Oh, so that’s it.” He seemed to chuckle, then shoved a box into her hand.

“Here.”

Ci Yiyang ran her fingers across the raised ridges on the box. “What is this?”

But Lu Jin had no patience for explanations anymore. He grasped her legs, hooked them around the sides of the jade platform, and lowered himself to kiss her.

“Mm—” Ci Yiyang instantly clenched the box in her hands, tilted her head back, and pressed the back of her hand over her lips to stifle the sounds spilling out.

His learning ability was terrifying—despite so little experience, he already knew how to accurately find her sensitive spots and toy with them.

Ci Yiyang’s eyes fluttered half-shut, her chest heaving weakly as she gasped for breath. Her legs were spread open and pinned in place by him until her whole body went slack. Then he flipped her over.

“Sis, hold onto the rail.” He kissed her lower back, murmuring the reminder.

Rail? Ci Yiyang’s frail shoulders trembled. Then she remembered—yes, the jade platform had side rails.

As she reached for them, the boy rose to his knees and pulled her back into his arms from behind.

Her cheeks flushed scarlet, lips parted as she struggled to breathe. Bracing her hands on his arms, she tried to push herself up.

But here, her legs could only remain spread apart, suspended with no room to escape.

The temperature in the room kept rising. Overwhelmed, she gasped, “Not here… change to somewhere else.”

Lu Jin loved this spot, but seeing her struggle to get down, he carried her back to the bed.

A boy’s first taste only made him insatiable—he clung to her nearly the entire night. His voice never ceased in her ear—pleasure, excitement, every “sister” piercing through her bones until even the air was heavy with the cloying sweetness.

By morning, blazing sunlight filtered through the gray curtains, casting a soft glow across the pale carpet.

When Ci Yiyang finally sat up, her eyes stared blankly at the floor—strewn with used condoms.

She counted—more than a dozen, all used. Her legs, especially, ached so badly that even the smallest movement hurt.

Meanwhile, crouched on the floor tidying up, the boy’s delicate features looked tired, his double eyelids deep, his chin pale and thin around the curve of his Adam’s apple. He appeared cultured and restrained, coldly refined—completely unlike the boy who had lost control the night before.

It made her wonder—had it all been an illusion? Could he really have done such things?

Just as she was lost in thought, Lu Jin, kneeling on one knee, felt her gaze on him. He looked up, locking eyes with her on the bed.

His fingers were pinching a condom wrapped in tissue, already torn, sticky strands of fluid dripping down onto the pale carpet in messy stains.

The boy smiled at her, eyes curving. “Sis, you’re finally awake.”

Seeing his face—and the scattered condoms on the floor—Ci Yiyang froze, her mind blank.

When she didn’t respond, Lu Jin lowered his gaze to the drying stains on the carpet. Calmly, he pulled out tissues and wiped them away.

Then he stood, stepped over, and sat beside her. His cool hands gently stroked the curve of her waist. “I’ve been waiting for you a long time.”

“Waiting for what?” Ci Yiyang shuddered at his touch, trying to pull away, but his grip tightened.

“Get up.” She pushed at his face with both hands.

He didn’t move. Instead, he buried his face into the crook of her neck. After a long moment, his muffled voice came out hoarse: “Hard…”

The final word was so faint it barely reached her ears.

Ci Yiyang froze, then her anger flared. “Did you secretly take some kind of drug? Last night wasn’t enough?”

“Mm…” He lifted his head, smiling faintly. “Not this time. But I could, next time.”

“You—mmph!” She tried to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss, refusing to let her speak.

Pressing his forehead against hers, his voice was low and tender: “Just a little longer… then I’ll go back.”

But while his words promised departure, his hands never stopped. His fingers slid down from her waist, tracing until they reached that spot.

“Mm.” She bit her lip, frowning. “Lu Jin!”

His dark eyes glittered with a teasing smile. “Wet.”

Ci Yiyang’s face buried against his neck, she snapped her head up at his words. “That’s because of last night—you did this!”

“Ah.” He blinked innocently, then gave a look of realization. “Right, the last condom broke. Accidentally got it on you.”

He said it without the slightest trace of guilt.

Ci Yiyang pushed him away, trying to climb out of bed—but the moment her feet touched the floor, her legs gave out.

He caught her easily, cradling her against his chest with a soft laugh. “Sis, rest a bit longer.”

“No.” She frowned, still struggling.

She only wanted to leave, to scrub herself clean again.

Seeing her insistence, Lu Jin scooped her up in his arms.

Ci Yiyang clutched at his shirt, glaring warily. “What are you doing!”

Her body was still weak from last night. She was terrified he might continue again.

He glanced at her tense expression, lips curving gently. “Don’t be nervous. I’m just taking you to the bathroom.”

And indeed, he carried her there. Only, once inside, he pinned her against the cool wall and kissed her deeply before finally letting go.

When she saw the signs he might continue, Ci Yiyang mustered her strength to shove him out. Locking the door behind her for safety, she finally breathed relief at the sound of the outer door closing.

Turning to the mirror, she cursed under her breath—he really was like a dog, leaving red marks all over her body.

After showering, she suddenly remembered something.

Where had Lu Jin gotten the condoms?

Her eyes darted toward the bedside. He hadn’t left; he was sitting calmly by the bed. Ignoring him, she went straight to the nightstand drawer and opened it.

Sure enough, it was packed full—condoms of all flavors and styles.

She picked up a box and checked the size.

All XL.

No wonder he’d said the last ones were too small. She had bought a random box before, not knowing the size, and it turned out to be medium.

As she examined them, Lu Jin came up behind her, arms wrapping around her waist. His lips brushed her ear, tongue sliding teasingly.

“Sis, which kind should we use tonight?”

Use? Again?

Ci Yiyang shivered at his hot, wet breath, pulling away and shutting the drawer. “None. You’re sleeping in your own room tonight. And from now on, don’t you dare sneak in here at night again.”

At her words, he lowered his eyes, his damp black hair shadowing his face. He looked subdued, obedient—so unlike the domineering boy in bed.

Ci Yiyang glanced at the spotless floor. “You cleaned this?”

“Mm.” He lifted his gaze, a faint smile tugging his lips. His pale skin, flushed pink from the shower, looked almost translucent, the fine veins beneath faintly visible.

“And all the… things from last night? How did you deal with them?” Her ears burned as she asked.

It wouldn’t do for anyone to see those used things—she hoped he hadn’t just tossed them in the trash.

Lu Jin toyed with her heated ear, lounging lazily beside her. “I hid them.”

The teasing lilt in his tone was unmistakably boyish, like he was keeping some precious secret.

Ci Yiyang’s eyes widened. “You hid them? What for—are you sick in the head?”

She was truly shocked. She’d heard of collectors, but never of someone collecting that.

Disgust twisted her features. “Take them out and throw them away. It’s disgusting.”

Watching her expression carefully, Lu Jin suddenly burst into laughter.

Before she could react, his tall body toppled her back onto the bed, shoulders and chest shaking as he laughed with unrestrained amusement.

She stared at him blankly. “What are you laughing at?”

His smile, flushed with color, was dazzling—like a dangerous bloom in full glory. His lips were vivid, the natural curve of his mouth lifted in a smirk.

“Sis, you’re so cute. You actually believe everything I say.”

Her eyes widened as realization struck—he’d been teasing her all along.

Pervert.