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I suddenly felt my limbs go weak, losing strength, as if I had been drugged, and my whole body began to tremble lightly.
Qiu carefully peeled me away from the Cheongsam like one would peel a juicy fruit. Perhaps the process of unbuttoning was too oppressive; he glanced at me for just a moment before swiftly lifting me up and tossing me into the Crimson Curtain.
Driven purely by instinct, I turned over and lay on the couch, covering all the parts that should not be exposed to him beneath my body.
My face felt like it was burning, almost boiling, so I turned my head away to avoid his gaze. A soft laugh came from behind me.
Just moments ago, he had been impatient, but now he suddenly seemed to have all the patience in the world.
I couldn't see him, but I noticed his beautiful hands reaching in front of me, taking away the plates of Peanut Red Dates that were on the Bedside. Then I felt a lightness in my hair as he pulled out all the hairpins from my updo, causing my Long Hair to cascade down my back and onto half of the couch.
My heart was already racing fast enough, yet someone gathered my Long Hair and pushed it aside. A warm finger gently pressed against the center of my neck bone, sending a tingling sensation along my spine that slowly slid down to the base of my tailbone, stirring a shiver within me.
"I had the fortune of seeing this undergarment once before; back then, I nearly lost control. Is this how women dress where you come from?" The voice of the man echoed lowly behind me.
It was indeed this modern Corset and Triangle Underwear that I had made myself. Once, Qiu had rescued me from a fire and had seen me in full; perhaps it was during that time.
"Zhenzhen, the clothing worn by women where you are from can provoke unwarranted desires. Therefore, you are not allowed to wear such wedding attire again. If you must wear it, it can only be for my eyes."
A trace of disdain for his "strangeness" flickered through my mind, yet the intense possessiveness displayed by the man behind me filled my heart with an inexplicable sweetness.
Before I could speak, his fingers slid back from my tailbone to the center of my spine and landed on the back clasp of my Corset. The words I wanted to say transformed into a soft moan that escaped my lips under his touch.
The breath behind me paused for a moment as I felt him lean closer; my back brushed against his warm breath.
In ancient times, there were naturally no metal hooks, so my self-made corset was tied with a ribbon in a butterfly knot at the back. Suddenly, his hands slipped in from both sides beneath me, one arm encircling my chest and the other around my waist, holding me tightly. Strangely, I felt the butterfly knot of the corset being slowly undone.
Was there a third hand?
I turned around in surprise, only to find that the man's red outer robe had somehow slipped away, leaving him clad only in a thin red undergarment, kneeling on the bed behind me. His hands embraced me as he lowered his head, his teeth gripping the delicate straps of my corset, slowly pulling them apart. His eyes were deep black like ink, and his posture became enchantingly alluring, causing my heart to race uncontrollably.
The serious expression had vanished from his face; instead, he controlled my body with his hands, his gaze filled with a teasing provocation as he stared directly at me. With his lips and teeth, he gradually tugged at the corset from behind, using his mouth to pull it down.
His hands were not idle either; as the garment fell away, they instinctively covered the softest and most abundant part of my chest.
If you were placed on a dissection table, being slowly devoured inch by inch by the man you loved madly, that man whose beauty could captivate all souls—every touch from him was enough to make your spirit leave your body. If he wished for something, he could have anything; even death would be welcome.
This led to such unworthy thoughts: a desire to be embraced by him, to be conquered by him, to be plundered by him. His pleasure and satisfaction were the greatest rewards for me.
Thus, that sensation of touch was so unusual and stimulating that I couldn't help but gasp, arching my body as I froze in place.
Oh, my heart! Please stop racing like this; it's beating so fast I'm dizzy and can hardly breathe. Yet he showed no mercy; I felt a warmth at my neck as he leaned in closer and gently nibbled on my earlobe. The heat of his breath against the side of my neck was intoxicating.
"Fairy, teach me well; today, I will not let you go easily..." His low, husky whisper shattered into countless gentle kisses that fell upon my body.
I felt as if my spine had been pulled away; I lost all will and strength to struggle against him and melted into his embrace, our gazes intertwining.
Shyly turning my face away, I was astonished to discover that somehow we were now bare before each other in his arms.
"What's wrong? Are you still afraid of me? You weren't like this last time..."
He gently stroked my hair, turning my face towards him. After a moment of looking, he suddenly smiled.
"You unpredictable creature, today with this shy demeanor, it's just irresistible..."
I couldn't respond, not only because I was too shy to speak, but also because his kiss had shattered my voice into fragments, turning it into soft, shallow moans beneath him.
This was the first time I realized that those gentle sighs were completely uncontrollable under his command, just as my body trembled and softened in his embrace, transforming into a pool of spring water lightly rippling.
His breath was slightly restrained, yet he did not rush to invade. He had given me an extended period of warmth and teasing; those kisses and touches that made my cheeks flush and my heart race revealed to me the intense desire I had for his body.
Could it be that what I had missed in my memory last time was such a captivating scene?
"Don't be afraid of me. This time, it won't hurt. You'll come to like it..."
In my heart, there was nothing left but him. I watched him breathe heavily as he lightly grasped one of my ankles, bending one of my legs up amidst my shy and weak resistance. My secret place was exposed to his gaze, sending a wave of panic through me.
Softly, he brought temptation and kisses to the most sensitive part of my chest, while the even more sensitive area touched the heat of something hard and ready.
A gasp escaped my lips, awakening a hint of wildness in him that sent me into a frenzy. My god lowered his head close to my ear, his deep voice no longer restrained but filled with endless desire.
"Do you want me...?"
Just three words shattered all the decorum, integrity, and shame that define humanity. I didn't want to think about anything; I only wanted to let my body's instincts take over and brew something that belonged solely to us—Honey and Wine.
How I long for you.
There was no need for me to voice the answer; he must have understood it all. Every inch of my skin confessed my love for him.
He held my body tightly and thrust deeply inside me. I gasped and grasped him, feeling as if my body was completely filled by him. All sensations and emotions surged like a tide, instantly overwhelming me.
Just like the moment you appeared in my life, blooming into a brilliant red flower that filled my existence.
In the warm early summer, the fragrance and beauty intertwined tightly within the Red Canopy. The man's deep voice mingled with the woman's soft pleas, causing even the birds outside to forget their chirping in embarrassment.
I could only hope that those guarding the courtyard, the Shadow of the Night, had ears that weren't too keen.
I don't know how long it lasted, but when he finally ceased his demands and enveloped me in his arms, even my body—trained never to relax—was drained of its last ounce of strength.
I closed my eyes, resting on his arm, unable to stop my gentle breaths while feeling his lips soothingly on my forehead.
To love someone is to love their body as well. In that tender ecstasy, everything lost control. As psychology suggests, in moments of Supreme Bliss, humans can feel an impulse akin to wanting to die. If not for the fact that he is my beloved, the fusion of body and soul would not be so harmonious and beautiful. I believe this is what is meant by unforgettable love.
"Do you like it...?"
My lover's whisper flushed my cheeks with warmth, drawing forth a soft laugh from him and even gentler caresses.
“Got it? Tasted the Bitterness. Day and night, I watch you, yet I cannot hold you in my arms. How heartbreaking is that? I have endured so many days; you must compensate me well…”
From that day on, was it not the same deep-seated pain? The flesh does not lie; the body tells itself how much it loves.
Yet, that stormy invasion is truly unbearable. How am I to be compensated?
“Zhenzhen…”
“…”
“You know, I learned many investigative skills from the Dark One, so I can be considered a Coroner.”
“...I know, so what?”
“A Coroner studies the human body, understanding every part of it thoroughly. It’s quite fascinating.”
“Hmm, and then?”
“But a Coroner studies the dead…”
“What are you trying to say? You’re ruining the mood!”
The handsome man looked at me and chuckled softly. One hand slipped around my waist, lingering for a moment before gently pulling me closer.
"So, I've always wanted to study that Living Person thoroughly, to see how she reacts when I touch her in different places, what she likes, and how I can make her happy..."
I was at a loss for words, feeling utterly embarrassed. To apply your professional habits in this way is just too... But then I thought about my own profession—oh my god, I'm also a Coroner... Living Person...
For a moment, I felt like a lab rat on a table, wanting to cry but unable to. No wonder his methods of dealing with me were almost otherworldly and hard to resist. Could it be that he had figured this out last time and was specifically targeting me?
Lost in thought, I suddenly found myself flipped over and pinned beneath him.
"So..."
The man smirked, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.
"Let's do it again!"
Begging for mercy was useless; there is always that one person in the world who is born to subdue you. In front of him, nothing mattered.
If only it could last forever... Some things might truly be overwhelming.
Hehe...
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