Seducing Him - Chapter 54

The boy’s body, pressed tightly against her back, began to tremble uncontrollably. One hand pressed down hard on her abdomen, forcing her back, while the other clamped around her arms so tightly that she had no choice but to wake from her dream.

The first thing Ci Yiyang saw upon waking was the massive full moon sinking outside the window—then she became aware of what was pressing insistently against her from behind.

She froze, dazed from sleep, unable to understand how he could go from being bandaged and wounded to burning with desire.

When Lu Jin saw that she was awake, his fingers immediately lifted her skirt, pried apart the thin fabric underneath, and tried to enter her from behind.

“Lu Jin!” She hurriedly grabbed his hand and turned back, eyes wide with panic, still fogged from sleep.

Only then did she see clearly—this boy, who just hours ago had been calm and gentle, now had his eyes glazed over in a misty haze. His pale face was drowned in scattered lust, his whole body trembling as if struck with fever, yet his lips burned with a sickly flush of red.

“Jiejie… just once. Just once, I’ll be quick…” His reddened eyes brimmed with tears ready to fall. He looked pitiful, yet his grip was anything but merciful.

Seeing him this tormented and undone, Ci Yiyang knew there would be no escape tonight.

She didn’t want to let him have his way too easily. Gritting her teeth, face burning, she squeezed out words of reluctant concession.

“…Do it yourself.”

The words made her cheeks flare hotter in humiliation.

“How… I don’t know how. Teach me.” His lips clung desperately to hers, murmuring as if lost and searching for a way out.

She didn’t believe for a second he didn’t know. She knew perfectly well he was pretending to be innocent—but in the end, she had no choice. Turning around, she knelt facing away from him, burying her face into the pillow, her ears burning scarlet.

Though she said nothing, her silence was louder than any words.

Lu Jin wasn’t especially fond of this way, but he still adjusted himself, kissing down the nape of her neck.

Her skirt was pushed up around her waist, white lace bunched loosely at her knees. On her knees on the bed, she trembled, barely able to hold herself steady. Each time she fell forward, he would catch her by the waist and pull her back up.

“Jiejie, lift yourself a little.”

“…” She bit her lips tightly, too consumed to answer.

With his low murmurs in her ear, her flushed skin grew hotter, redder.

The room echoed with rhythmic slapping sounds, filling the darkness with a suffocating, restless heat.

Ci Yiyang tried not to hear it, tried not to feel it—but every time, he would tease skillfully, pushing just a little inside, then pulling back again, over and over.

And all the while, he kept calling her “Jiejie,” his voice close, husky, unbearably enticing, until her ears burned crimson.

No one could be more shameless than Lu Jin.

She bit down hard, forcing herself into silence, but when her mind went blank, little sounds still slipped out.

At those moments, the boy seemed encouraged, his muffled gasps and growls rumbling from his throat like some beast caught in a hunter’s net.

At the very end, just as the moment peaked, he buried his burning face into her neck, tugged roughly at the lace tangled at her knees, and caught the release with one hand.

Ci Yiyang had no time to care what exactly he was doing. That one overwhelming moment left her body wracked, her blurred eyes tilting back as she collapsed against his chest in shudders.

She felt like she’d been dragged out from deep water—her hair damp, her legs sticky, her whole body spent.

“What I truly want to catch isn’t something Jiejie has worn, but rather…” He held her, panting and laughing softly against her ear, whispering shameless words into the dark.

Now that his desire had been sated, he felt no sleepiness at all. After resting with her for a while on the bed, he carried her to the bathroom and carefully washed her clean.

By then, Ci Yiyang was so exhausted she couldn’t open her eyes.

She didn’t remember when he finished washing her, when he changed the sheets.

The next time she woke, sunlight was already spilling across the floor. Shards of things shattered from last night glittered faintly on the ground.

She was still in his arms, too weak to move.

Sensing she was awake, he turned her over, kissed her forehead tenderly, and murmured in his husky, morning-roughened voice, “Jiejie’s awake. I’ll take you back to your room.”

She shifted her hand, realizing he had no real intention of letting her go. In fact—he was pressing into her again.

Her eyes flew wide, flashing with anger and shame as she glared at him.

“Don’t look at me like that. If you do, I’ll really want to…” Half-lidded, eyes faintly red, he lazily covered her gaze with his hand, sighing long and low.

She had never seen anyone wear lust so brazenly on their face, like a cheap, feverish beast in rut.

Her chest tight with fury, she rasped, “Let go.”

“Mm…”

His reply was a mix of panting and groaning, sinking into her ears, crawling over her heart until goosebumps prickled her arms.

“Lu Jin, have you no shame? Get off me.” She hesitated a second, then spat at him furiously.

“Nothing but a little beast in heat.”

But her insult only excited him more. He held her tightly, driving her until even her curses broke into fragments.

Only half an hour later did he finally let her go.

“Sorry, Jiejie. I lost control.” His lowered eyes feigned guilt, but the dissatisfaction in his expression could not be hidden.

If not for the lack of time, he would never have stopped. He would have gone on until she finally relented—until she agreed to him, until she bore his child.

Ci Yiyang caught her breath, wanting to scold him again—until she saw his strange, unreadable expression.

Suppressing her own unease, she swallowed the words, trying to climb down from the bed with trembling legs.

Seeing her stumble weakly, Lu Jin stepped forward to help—but she shrank away like a mouse from a cat, glaring at him with reddened eyes.

“Stay away from me, you little beast.”

Afraid he’d touch her again, she rushed clumsily to the door, knees wobbling. But when she reached it, she realized she couldn’t open it.

She turned back, lips biting hard, eyes burning into him.

Lu Jin casually pulled on a T-shirt, walked over, and scooped her into his arms. “I’ll take Jiejie back.”

His perfect jawline loomed close. She turned her head away and muttered another insult under her breath.

He heard it and smiled. “I’m only Jiejie’s little beast.”

“…” She was too drained to even argue anymore.

For once, he kept his word—he really did only set her down on the sofa, then went to draw her a bath before leaving.

Ci Yiyang washed herself clean again, then sat by the window, staring out at the small garden below in thought.

Everything outside looked the same as ever—but she suddenly remembered what Lu Jin had said last night.

That her mother’s grave was wrong.

She couldn’t figure out what he meant. Uneasy, she called her grandmother to ask.

After a silence, her grandmother finally said, “Do you still remember how you didn’t understand why we buried your mother there?”

Ci Yiyang remembered. Her mother had been cremated, so she wasn’t laid to rest in her hometown in Hechuan, nor in Beijing—but in a remote country overseas, in a place barely marked on maps.

She hadn’t understood at the time, but her grandmother said it was her mother’s last wish, so she had said nothing more.

“That was the place your mother always longed to go,” Grandma said softly. “At the time, we wanted to buy that land, but the owner refused to sell. They would only give it as a gift. We thought for a long time before accepting and burying her there.”

In that country, land could be privately owned, and the government had no right to seize it. Gifting someone a plot of empty land seemed ordinary enough. But what wasn’t ordinary was why the owner would freely give it away, just to allow her mother to be buried there.

She hadn’t understood then. She still didn’t know now.

Why would Lu Jin know of this?

Lu Jin…

Her thoughts blurred. She suddenly remembered he had grown up in that same country, only returning two years ago.

So was it he who gave that land for her mother’s grave? But why—why would he do such a thing, long before they ever even met?

“Darling, do you blame Grandma?” her grandmother’s guilty voice came through the line.

Ci Yiyang returned to herself and shook her head. “No, I don’t blame you.”

Grandma had already suffered too much. After her husband died not long after her daughter’s marriage, she had lost both her son and husband, and then later her only daughter as well.

And all of this was only to fulfill her daughter’s last wish. Ci Yiyang had no right to blame her.

Grandmother’s voice softened, breaking with tears. “Darling, today is your birthday. I wanted to celebrate with you, but you left in a hurry. Still… happy birthday.”

In the past, her mother had always celebrated her birthday. Without her mother, if Grandma hadn’t reminded her, she would have forgotten the day herself.

“Thank you, Grandma.” Her heart warmed, and a faint smile touched her lips.

After talking a while longer, she ended the call.

She had wanted to investigate whose land her mother’s grave was on—but when she turned, she froze.

A boy who shouldn’t have been there was leaning against the doorway, arms folded, tall and striking, standing as effortlessly as a ghost of impossible beauty. She didn’t know how long he had been there, silent as a shadow.

Startled, she dropped her phone. “Why are you here!”

As she bent to pick it up, he walked casually in, dragging a chair with his long leg, sitting astride it with an easy grace.

Resting his chin on his arm, he smiled faintly at her. “I forgot to wish Jiejie happy birthday. I prepared a gift for you. Want to see it with me?”

Her face remained stiff. “No need.”

“Mm…” He drew out the sound, teasing. “Really don’t want to?”

She was ready to drive him away—but then thought, instead of searching and guessing, why not ask directly?

“What did you mean yesterday?” she asked, eyes fixed on him, watching carefully for any flicker in his expression.

Lu Jin basked in her gaze as though it were warm spring sunlight, his body heating, desire stirring.

He bit his tongue hard, forcing the pain to smother his impulses, and replied softly, “Which words does Jiejie mean? I said many things last night. Especially how I wanted to marry you—I must have said that hundreds of times. Was it that one?”

He really had said it countless times.

Ci Yiyang: …

Suppressing her urge to curse, she kept her face blank. “I mean my mother’s grave. What does it have to do with you?”

“Ah.” He gave a disappointed sigh, his beautiful eyes curving, drawing out his words languidly. “I chose it. I had a feng shui master select the soil and direction, the most favorable location—so that your mother could rest well, and bless me and Jiejie with peace and joy.”

Ci Yiyang shot to her feet, staring at him. “Lu Jin! What exactly are you trying to do?”

He raised his eyes slightly, gaze strangely calm, as though he had told her a thousand times and she still hadn’t understood. Patiently, gently, he repeated:

“I like Jiejie. I want to be with Jiejie. Giving your mother a grave site—was that wrong?”

On the surface, it seemed logical, even ordinary. But the truth was—at that time, she hadn’t even known him. And yet he had already been doing such things.

What else had he done?

She dared not think further. Cold sweat broke over her skin, her cotton dress clinging damply to her back as her heart sank lower and lower.

What was he planning?

“Jiejie, don’t be afraid. I won’t do anything to you.” He stood, gently took her hand, pressing it against his cheek, nuzzling tenderly. “It’s almost mealtime. Let’s go downstairs.”

But the rough scabs still on his fingertips scraped her skin painfully.