Seducing Him - Chapter 36

At last, Ci Yiyang finally understood why she had thought he was strange from the very beginning.

No one could meet her and have the corners of their lips constantly lifted in a smile—unless it was because Lu Jin wanted to get close to her.

“This place won’t do.” She refused him directly.

Lu Jin tilted his eyes upward, glancing sideways at her. “Why not?”

Ci Yiyang replied, “People might pass by here.”

“Hmm…” He thought for a moment. “Then let’s go home.”

Without even thinking, Ci Yiyang refused again: “It’s too late. I have class tomorrow.”

“Then what should I do?” His gaze locked onto her, soft enough to make it hard for her to breathe. “Without you, I can’t sleep at night.”

He had already tried, but when he sat on the empty bed, the silence in the room was unbearable.

As the distance between them grew smaller, he became dissatisfied, started longing for her—an almost maddening longing. The room felt empty, the bed cold, even her lingering scent seemed faint and nearly gone.

He desperately needed her, to heal him.

“Jiejie, just touch me.” The boy lowered his head devoutly, his eyes pressing against her shoulder. Like an animal in heat seeking affection, his burning breath carried desire that seeped into her skin.

He placed her hand against his waist.

In a soft whisper, he pleaded: “Just for a little while.”

The curve beneath her palm shocked her—he could get aroused anywhere, anytime, even outside.

“Lu Jin, are you crazy? This is outside! Someone might see us!” she tried to stop him, her voice low and nervous, not daring to be too loud.

“Mm…” He bit at her thin turtleneck sweater, pressing his hot cheek against her skin, inhaling her scent in an intoxicated daze, shuddering with a lewd sigh.

“If jiejie is quick, no one will notice. I’ll be fast too. I won’t cling to you, I’ll be good and go back.”

Even if someone came by, it didn’t matter. The night was dark, no one could see clearly what they were doing—they’d only think they were lovers embracing.

On his way here, he had already passed by several such couples.

Hearing his shameless words, Ci Yiyang shoved his loose shirt into his mouth and ordered coldly: “Bite down. Don’t make a sound.”

“Okay.” He obediently bit the fabric, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

When her hand slipped down to his waistband, she realized just how obscene his choice of underwear was.

She couldn’t help but lift her eyes to look at him.

Who would have thought that a boy with such a cold, untouchable exterior would be wearing something like this underneath?

“Doesn’t it bother you when you walk?” she asked as she grasped him, unable to stop herself.

It was so revealing, barely covering anything—no wonder his top was so loose.

“Uh!” His body jerked violently, muscles taut, letting out a gasp before chuckling. “Can I take that as a compliment from jiejie?”

Ci Yiyang tightened her grip, warning, “I said, no talking.”

He bit down on his shirt, trembling against her shoulder, muffled groans slipping out from his throat.

Because he was so close, his sounds reached her ear, making her body weak, her knees almost giving way.

“Don’t make a sound either!” she scolded softly, her voice weak and angry.

“…Okay.” He suppressed his moans, eyes glazed with mist as he suddenly grabbed her hand and thrust it forward.

She had been unsteady already; his sudden force sent her body falling backward.

But Lu Jin had anticipated this—before she hit the ground, he turned and cushioned her fall, holding her in his arms.

Behind them was the lawn. The winter grass, still buried under snow, hadn’t sprouted yet. Lying on it was freezing and uncomfortable, but Ci Yiyang would rather fall on the bare grass than sit on him.

Because he was harder than the lawn.

“Why didn’t jiejie wear a skirt today?” He held her thigh, his beautiful dazed face tilted up in disappointment.

Skirts were so convenient. He liked seeing her wear them.

Ci Yiyang pressed both hands against his stomach, deliberately smearing the sticky mess from her hands onto him. “Didn’t want to wear one.”

Actually, it was to guard against him.

She had realized Lu Jin had a penchant for tearing her skirts, so now she didn’t dare wear them in front of him at all.

“Mm.” His brows knit as he rubbed against the fabric of her pants, the muffled sound unclear whether from discomfort or something else. “Next time wear a skirt. This doesn’t feel good.”

Now he was being picky.

Ci Yiyang, after confirming no one was around, forced herself to keep helping him.

But he still didn’t finish. So long that her hand went stiff.

“Lu Jin, are you done yet? I want to go back.” Her soft voice wasn’t truly kind, but she was desperate to be rid of him quickly.

He didn’t answer. Half-lidded eyes glazed, he rasped: “…Almost. Just a little longer.”

Ci Yiyang could feel his pulse of excitement throbbing in her palm, hear his suppressed panting, sweat forming on her back.

He didn’t let her go, keeping her on his lap, making her hand weak and useless, yet still not finished. In fact, he seemed intent on drawing it out longer and longer.

Though the flowerbed shielded them and the night was dark, she still couldn’t shake her worry.

When she finally returned to the dorm, only Ming Ying was there.

Ci Yiyang took off her coat and changed out of the soiled pants, only to notice that some of Chen Yao’an’s belongings seemed to be missing.

“Did An’an come back?” she asked.

Ming Ying, lying on the upper bunk with a book, pulled out an earphone and replied, “Yeah, she came back but left quickly. Said her brother wanted her to stay at home for a few days before returning.”

Ci Yiyang paused while changing into her nightdress, frowning. “Why would she suddenly go back for a few days?”

Ming Ying shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess maybe she and her brother argued during the holiday, and now they’ve made up, so she went back.”

Really?

Ci Yiyang lowered her gaze, staring at her reddened palm before turning to take a shower.

After bathing, she noticed the moon was bright and beautiful that night. Sitting on the balcony swing chair, she decided to enjoy it a while.

Then her phone rang.

She looked down at the name flashing on the screen. After a brief hesitation, she slid to answer.

For nearly half a minute, there was only silence on the other end, as if he hadn’t expected her to pick up. At last, his voice came through: “Jiejie, I’m home.”

The boy’s voice over the phone was hoarse, very much like the sound he had made at Mingde Lake. It tickled her ears so much she had to hold the phone away.

“Mm. Get some rest.”

“Can’t sleep.”

He sounded cheerful and asked, “Jiejie, are you sitting on the balcony?”

Ci Yiyang froze, gripping the phone tighter without answering.

She couldn’t explain why, but it always felt like he knew exactly where she was. No matter where she went, his gaze seemed to follow her, unwavering.

Like a ghost, drenched and clinging, hiding in the unseen shadows.

“Jiejie?” His soft voice rose with questioning lilt.

Even though he seemed to be asking, Ci Yiyang felt certain he knew she was on the balcony. After a moment’s silence, she asked, “How did you know?”

He must have sensed her wariness, because he chuckled softly. “Because I could hear the wind.”

Her tense shoulders finally relaxed. “Mm.”

“Then turn your head, look at the sky.”

Ci Yiyang obeyed, lifting her eyes. Tonight’s moon was round and bright, the black sky so flooded with moonlight that not a single star was visible.

His gentle voice lingered in her ear, blending with the breeze.

“I’m looking too. We’re watching the same one.”

Ci Yiyang clutched her phone, unsure how to respond.

“Is it pretty?” He didn’t seem to mind her silence. With a light laugh, he added, “If jiejie doesn’t like the moon, I sent you something else. Remember to reply after you see it.”

Then he hung up.

Her phone chimed with a new message.

She opened it to find several videos, each with a pitch-black cover thumbnail that revealed nothing.

Thinking of what he had just said, she instinctively tapped one open.

Suddenly, faint light bloomed on the screen. The sound that followed made her heart jolt—she quickly lowered the volume.

How could he send her something like this?

Frozen in the swing chair, her wide eyes stared at the screen, her mind reeling with the scene.

Under dim yellow light, the beautiful boy sat on the floor, half-reclined, wearing a semi-transparent white shirt. His dazed eyes stared toward the window as his hand stroked the swollen red length between his legs. His body was smeared with red, white, and yellow fluids, blending with the unfinished, gorgeous oil painting behind him into a depraved yet breathtaking tableau.

She had only glanced briefly, but the expression of ecstasy on his face as he gazed at the moon etched itself into her mind, replaying endlessly.

Her phone kept chiming.

He was still sending more.

Not wanting to hear the alerts anymore, she hurriedly muted her phone. Yet the string of dark thumbnails sat there, along with one text message.

Asking if she had watched.

Gritting her teeth, Ci Yiyang replied:

[.：Didn’t watch. Don’t send anymore. I’m going to sleep.]

Finally, he went quiet, no more videos.

She sat outside on the balcony until the cold wind cooled her flushed face, then returned inside to shower again.

When she came out, her phone was still silent.

He was completely quiet now.

Lying in bed with the lights off, she tried to sleep. But the scenes she had just witnessed replayed endlessly in her mind.

Worse still, her body couldn’t relax, memories of their days together at the manor during winter break haunting her.

That night, for the first time, she couldn’t sleep.

It was past midnight when her phone buzzed under the pillow. Only Lu Jin would be messaging her at this hour.

Rigidly, she hesitated a long while before checking.

He had sent only two things.

A photo, and a sentence.

The photo showed a hand reaching toward the moon. Moonlight spilled over slender, sharp knuckles, faintly revealing sticky, milky fluid clinging to them.

It was a beautiful hand.

But paired with his words, the beauty blurred into unspeakable intimacy:

[lu: Thinking that we’re looking at the same sky makes me happy.]

Ci Yiyang stared at the photo for a long time, until her eyes ached, before suddenly snapping back and shutting off her phone.

At the manor in the early morning.

The boy leaned against the window of the studio, watching the moon sinking outside.

In the room, the mechanical shutdown chime rang in his ears.

The corners of his crimson lips curled upward slightly.

She had only shut off her phone just then.

Perhaps aside from the first video she clicked on, she had actually watched the rest too.

Jiejie… so cute.