Chapter Sixty-Seven: 34C... Quite Well Developed~

"Not here..." Mai Xijun pressed her hands against Shen Yanlie's chest. She was not truly a woman bold enough for wanton acts, no matter how freely she spoke. After all, this was the first time she had experienced the union between man and woman. Though she was determined to find ways to stay by his side, she could not be so unrestrained as to indulge in such things with him at any time or place.

Shen Yanlie seemed amused suddenly and laughed softly. "You were the one who tempted me. I could have held back completely, but you stirred my desire. So... it is only right that you undo what you began. I don't want to move elsewhere."

With that, he kissed her lips again, leaving her no room for resistance. He lifted her hips, his long fingers slipping beneath her skirt.

When he felt the slick warmth there, he couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile. Every movement, every nuance, did not escape Mai Xijun's intuition. The way he always smiled with relish in moments of passion made her flush with shame.

"Stop, I've changed my mind," Mai Xijun suddenly pushed Shen Yanlie, her leg sliding from his waist, but it only brought her closer to his burning heat.

Shen Yanlie gazed at her face, flushed radiant as cherry blossoms, and his smile deepened, becoming more unabashed.

"Your body is more faithful than your heart. Don't say one thing and mean another." His words teased her lightly, mocking Mai Xijun. He had never imagined a woman could be so intriguing, so delightful, that his heart would blossom, only to be overwhelmed.

Mai Xijun raised her brows. "I didn't. That's just the body's natural response. My mind isn't necessarily thinking what you imagine. So, you shouldn't be so conceited. Any woman would react like this. At least you look decent enough."

Shen Yanlie burst out laughing. "Is that so?" Apparently, she still refused to admit it.

Though Mai Xijun's words were laced with sarcasm, at least she acknowledged she was attracted to his appearance, which pleased him greatly. Yet, regarding her body's reaction, she spoke with such propriety... a natural response...

"Yes, that's right." Mai Xijun nodded seriously, her hands still wrapped around Shen Yanlie's neck. One leg remained draped over his waist, the other already slipped down but unable to fully touch the ground. He was so much taller than her. Now, only the wall behind her, his waist, and his neck were her supports. She clung tightly to him.

Most importantly, his recent smile made his masculine arousal brush unconsciously against her softness, stirring something strange within her, a peculiar feeling flooding her heart.

"So be it. Since you enjoy the game of conquest and surrender, I'll play along," Shen Yanlie said with a devilish grin, lifting her hips again. His handsome, exquisite face carried an almost imperceptible challenge; his high-bridged nose flawless.

He pressed his lips to hers in a deep French kiss, all their lingering tenderness a prelude to what was to come.

Mai Xijun shifted uneasily, almost slipping, only for her secret place to collide with his ardor. She shuddered, a tingling current soothing her entire body, a soft gasp escaping her lips, which made him all the more satisfied as he pressed against her again.

"Bastard," Mai Xijun's breath was unsteady. Her anger had been building, furious at his teasing that left her 'embarrassed.' Yet when she spoke, even she was startled by the sound, and goosebumps scattered.

"Bad men are irresistible to women," he said, unfazed, full of charm, pressing her against the wall with relentless passion. His hand traced her curves, while the other impatiently began unbuttoning her blouse.

But he was no animal. When she returned for him, his heart had opened to her. Even in pleasure, he would bring her to the highest peak. Now, he had enough patience to slowly awaken her desire, though his second-in-command was clamoring for release. Only in this way could he truly master her at will.

Mai Xijun uttered a soft 'mmm~,' startling herself from her daze, her eyes widening. The room was filled with sensuality. Her budding beauty seemed to await his plucking. His mouth enveloped her, wet and hot, his hands caressing her, teasing lightly or firmly, sending waves of electricity down to her abdomen.

Shen Yanlie lifted his head, smiling as he looked at Mai Xijun, who was already lost in the moment. He tore away the last barrier between them. "Thirty-four C... quite well developed~"

His seductive voice drifted above her. Only then did she realize her hands had unconsciously tangled in his thick hair. "You... ah..."

A muffled moan escaped her. The man's strength was now fully buried within her, filling her completely. With each rhythmic thrust, her body was emptied and then refilled again and again.

"Hiss... it hurts..." Mai Xijun drew in a sharp breath, her brows tightly furrowed, her nails digging deep into his muscles.

"I'll go slower," he said, slowing his movements, gently biting her earlobe, his warm breath caressing her skin. His hand traced her lovely, delicate curves, making her arch her body closer to him.

That tight suffocation, just as on that night, was so wonderful, leaving him intoxicated, lingering and unwilling to let go. Their heated breaths flowed between them.

"You are just as wonderful as the first time. Never enough..." he murmured, sucking fiercely at her neck, whispering low in her ear. Mai Xijun clenched her fists, but could not muster any strength. "Bastard, don't mention that night again," she said, almost dying from the pain then...

Her angry words were laced with shy, panting breaths, rendering the scene hazy and indistinct, desire barely concealed.

As the saying goes, leave love in the world, embrace the thousand changes of life, do joyful things with those you love, never question if it is fate or calamity. But if he insisted on bringing up the past, she truly wished she could whip him.

Back then, he was wild and direct, perfectly merging with her body. Heaven knows she was in such pain she could not make a sound, her suffering caught in her throat, unable even to cry out.

"But you were happy afterward."

Shen Yanlie smiled, sealing her lips with a kiss, invading her once more, plunging deep, withdrawing, then fiercely returning. He was moved, for she said she did it 'for him'...