Seducing Him - Chapter 5
What kind of normal person would cover every wall of a bathroom with mirrors?
And not just a few—completely surrounded, floor to ceiling, so you could see yourself from every direction.
Ci Yiyang lifted her hand to touch her own reflection, muttering with a strange look on her face:
“This is perverted.”
To change her dress here, she didn’t even dare open her eyes—let alone think about the fact that he would take showers in this same place.
But she was already inside. If she went out now, after what he’d just said, it would seem like she was scared.
Thinking about the smile on his face earlier, Ci Yiyang pressed her rose-colored lips together and glanced around the bathroom.
She had even applied a layer of color-changing lip balm before coming, but in this setup, there wasn’t even a hand towel she could “accidentally” smudge lipstick on.
Placing the box with her dresses on the sink, she obediently slipped off her nightdress, revealing the lace lingerie underneath.
It was thin, with two cutouts in the middle—through the mirrors, the faint red blossoming through was all too clear.
Because of the strange mirrors, she had the unsettling sensation of being secretly watched, so she covered her chest with her hand, fidgeting.
The bathroom lights were too bright. She dimmed them, then closed her eyes as she fumbled for the box.
Had she known the place was like this, she would have worn proper underwear.
Fortunately, the remaining two dresses weren’t too short and had more fabric.
She slipped one on with her eyes still shut. Once the indecent lingerie was covered, she turned on the tap, splashed her burning face with water, and tried to calm down.
She had never dressed like this before. Even her summer dresses were conservative, barely showing her ankles. For her, this amount of exposure was already mortifying—even to her own eyes.
When her face finally cooled, she opened the bathroom door. Her apricot eyes, shining like spring water, turned toward the bored young man lounging on the sofa.
“How about this dress? Is it okay?”
Her voice was soft, like a drifting white cloud—light, timid, falling into Lu Jin’s ears like summer rain, sticky and damp.
He lifted his eyes from his phone, staring directly at her.
His gaze was strange—his black pupils veiled with a red haze, as though drowning in desire.
Ci Yiyang instinctively looked down at herself.
It was a short-sleeved, body-hugging dress with a cinched waist and fitted skirt, somewhat like a lotus-step gown.
Not more revealing than her daytime outfit—only a little sheer. Why that kind of look from him?
Could it be he liked this style?
As her thoughts drifted, he blinked away the haze in his eyes, leaned back lazily, and said with a smile:
“Jiejie really knows how to dress.”
Daring, too.
The faint black lace strap peeking from her tie-dyed green off-shoulder top—he had noticed.
She, however, thought he simply liked this type of dress and made a mental note of it.
“I still have another one,” she said.
Lu Jin chuckled. “Mm… try it on?”
She nodded and returned to the bathroom.
This time, she quickly undressed and slipped into the other outfit.
A matching set: a pink cropped top with a mid-length gauzy skirt. Her figure was half-revealed in motion, her long legs stealing the attention.
A somewhat purer look.
When she asked him again, his answer was the same.
Very pretty. Just like before, no change in tone or expression.
Ci Yiyang hesitated.
Lu Jin rose from the sofa and walked toward her. “Jiejie, are you trying to decide which to wear?”
As he bent down, a faint fragrance drifted from his collar.
The very scent he had once said he was “allergic” to.
Startled by his sudden closeness, she instinctively stepped back, her body pressing against the cool wall, and nodded. “Mm.”
Lu Jin chuckled. “They’re all nice. You’re not just seeing him once, are you? Wear them all in turn—why choose?”
She was speechless.
It was true, but she wasn’t trying to show anyone else—she was here to seduce him.
Yes. She had come to seduce him. Why was she letting him steer her?
Ci Yiyang steadied her gaze on him and tossed the question back:
“Then which one do you think looks best?”
“Hmm?” He arched a brow in faint surprise, a trace of roguish charm flickering across his naturally upturned lips. “You’re asking me?”
She held his eyes, lips pressed together. “Only because you’re a man. You’d know better what appeals to men. If you don’t want to help, then forget it.”
His thick lashes lowered, expression innocent. “What answer does Jiejie want?”
“Just tell me which looks best.”
Lu Jin’s eyes swept over her, and in a calm tone, he said something indecent:
“You look good right now. The kind of good that makes any man want to rip that skirt off you and push you onto the bed. I like this one.”
Then he smiled lightly, as if nothing had been said, returning to his usual composure.
“Is that okay?”
Only a fool wouldn’t catch the meaning.
But Ci Yiyang didn’t get angry—she just pressed her lips together, pushed past him, and headed for the bathroom.
“Thanks. I’m leaving.”
She crouched to pick up the box of dresses, when his hoarse voice came behind her, casual yet pointed:
“Jiejie, the floor.”
She instinctively pressed her legs together and looked down.
The skirt had a lining—nothing was exposed.
She turned and saw his tall figure looming over her, gaze lowered.
Her heart stuttered wildly.
But instead of touching her, he bent down, picked up a pearl button that must have fallen from her skirt, and placed it gently in the box.
“The pearl fell off your dress.”
Her heart instantly steadied. “Thank you.”
“Mm.” He stood, his tone drowsy yet meaningful:
“Jiejie, none of the dresses today really fit. They’re too small.”
Not too small—her lush figure simply made them look indecent.
More carnal than nudity itself.
Hearing that, Ci Yiyang brightened, turned with a smile. “I see.”
Lu Jin watched her walk toward the door, the tip of his tongue pressing against his reddened canine as his eyes darkened.
He had only meant to warn her.
If his self-control slipped, he might truly do what he’d said—tear her skirt apart in that mirrored bathroom, or push her down on the bed outside.
And once there… he’d ruin her.
Most grown men couldn’t resist, let alone a boy burning with youth.
Back in her room, Ci Yiyang sat on the bed and looked down at the shirt she was wearing.
It was his shirt—something she’d done deliberately.
She’d noticed he only wore his clothes once. The one she had on now must have been tossed on the sofa that morning, forgotten.
Judging from his reaction earlier, he had recognized it but chosen not to say anything.
Thoughtful, she took off his shirt and slipped into her nightdress.
Her chest still felt unbound—because she had left her lingerie in the bathroom. She wondered when he would notice.
Meanwhile, in that strange bathroom, a faint fragrance lingered.
The boy leaned against the sink, long lashes lowered, sharp jaw tilted upward. His Adam’s apple moved beneath pale skin.
In his hand was a piece of black lace fabric.
He wasn’t worried about anyone knocking, asking if she’d left something behind.
He’d already asked—she had denied it.
The mirrors reflected him from every angle—his dark hair, crimson lips, skin pale to the point of sickly beauty.
And slowly, in the rising steam, a stifled, low sound escaped his throat—
a muffled groan, heavy with desire.