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Ning Ye felt that this seemed to be the best weather they had had in recent times.
The distant sky was a clear blue dotted with white clouds. The bright afternoon sunlight streamed through the windowpanes. In the exceptionally well-lit bedroom, a brilliant, warm gold spilled from the bed all the way across the floor.
Her exposed skin felt no chill, only the dancing rays of light slowly wandering over her.
It was already the turn of spring into summer, with all things moving toward a vigorous midsummer. People were just as restless as the daylight, blood coursing through their veins, making it hard to find peace.
The edges of Bian Xun's backlit hair were dyed with a golden halo.
As were the tips of Ning Ye's fingers when she raised her hand to shield her eyes.
His clothing was perfectly intact, his sharp, handsome features composed and unhurried. Only his belt had been loosened just a fraction, whereas Ning Ye was already...
She was pure and flawless, enveloped in the sunlight, the breeze, and his breath.
In this moment.
All the windows in the house were open, and all the doors were open, too.
Their bedroom door was wide open. A cross-breeze swept past the tips of her toes, highlighting this feeling of total exposure.
Bian Xun was doing it on purpose...!
This sense of absolute exposure in a space completely open to the air sharply contrasted with the cage built by his embracing arms, colliding to create a feeling of absolute, private security.
Friday afternoon.
No classes.
No part-time jobs.
No kids around.
They had an entire half-day to themselves.
"Though it's still not quite enough, it will do." Bian Xun lowered his eyes, slowly and methodically kissing her here and there.
Every place he kissed turned from pale white to a flush of red, as if tinted by the light, looking exceptionally lovely.
Ning Ye was incredibly nervous. It felt like the calm before a storm; she had a premonition that something major was about to happen. She was so tense her breathing grew shallow, her eyelashes fluttering shut.
Her entire being was trapped within the radius of his intoxicating pheromones.
It was like an invisible hot spring. Sinking into the swirling, misty steam, she only dared to take tiny, shallow breaths, while the scorching magma deep below was already boiling and churning, ready to melt her completely within it.
Yet, those distinct, knobby hands first took their time massaging the sides of her legs after her workout. "Are your legs sore from sprinting?"
On the school track, the girl with the high ponytail sprinting past the bleachers, her collar flying in the wind, her features as delicate as a painting—who knew how many people's youths she had run into.
But his dark eyes swept over her entire body.
Only he could look.
Only he could touch.
"Not sore..." Ning Ye pursed her lips, answering carefully.
However, her voice suddenly changed pitch, turning into a panicked, breathy gasp.
Her legs, her legs weren't sore.
Other places were starting to ache.
His fingertips were truly incredibly strong. Ning Ye frantically gripped the bedsheets, her mind a chaotic mess of thoughts. She had heard that a golden boy like Bian Xun not only knew how to play the piano since childhood, but also picked up rock climbing a few years ago...
Rock climbing required not just formidable arm strength, but also the ability to apply precise force on the tiniest protrusions of a rock face. She heard he had also done bouldering; as long as his fingertips found the right spot, they would clamp down and hold on tight, just like a wolf's bite.
She thought wildly, and amidst these jumbled thoughts, she gave a short shudder, sent over the edge by him with a soft chuckle.
"Ah...!" Ning Ye broke into a sweat, hastily opening her tear-misted eyes.
Only then did she finally see their current state clearly.
In this thick, ambiguous atmosphere, she had completely fallen into his net, while not a single wrinkle marred his clothes.
Bian Xun's bespoke suit fit perfectly, impeccably tailored. Its pure black, ascetic vibe made him look like a gift waiting to be unwrapped, the beautiful wrapping paper sealing away all the dirty gazes and filthy fantasies.
"My turn?"
Ning Ye was completely unable to resist, deeply trapped in the storm raging in his eyes.
His shirt was perfectly smooth; only his tie had been pulled loose just a little, hanging slack around his neck.
When he leaned over, the end of the tie brushed past where she had just released, the dark red, cold silk texture feeling like a silent seduction.
"Help me unwrap it."
An elegant beast, a thug in a suit—that was probably exactly what he looked like at this moment.
Even though he hadn't yet reached that age, this year's Bian Xun seemed to have become entirely self-taught in these matters.
"Do you like me in a suit?" He lowered his head and lifted her fingers, pecking and kissing her fingertips, before guiding her hand to grasp his swaying tie. "However much you want to see, unwrap it yourself."
Ning Ye felt like she was burning up entirely.
With just a few words, it was as if she were being coaxed. An uncontrollable surge of excitement crashed over her fingertips like ocean waves.
"After the tie, there's the belt."
She clearly saw all the desire and wickedness surging in his dark eyes, and she knew perfectly well that the tie was the only thing on his body that she would be allowed to undo.
And then he would wear his entire suit and ruthlessly take her until she was delirious.
Hundreds, thousands of times.
Because his eyes were already filled with that exact promise.
The dormant, smoldering wait had already turned the two young people into dry tinder ready to ignite at the slightest touch. Ning Ye's heart pounded as she tremblingly extended her slender white fingers, landing on his dark tie, clumsily unwrapping her very first gift.
The first blossoming of her life.
Bian Xun pulled her into his arms, simply lowering his gaze to watch. He didn't teach her how to undo the knot, just watched her fumble on her own.
The girl's innocence was an unwitting accelerator.
Even though he controlled the entire rhythm, his Adam's apple still rolled uncontrollably, pressing against his crisp shirt collar.
Seeing this, Ning Ye carefully undid one of his buttons. When the collar loosened, the first thing to fall out was a silver chain, at the end of which hung a dazzling diamond.
The corners of Bian Xun's lips curled up in secret satisfaction. "Once it's unwrapped, it's yours."
Giving her a diamond ring at this age would scare her away, but a diamond necklace was just right. Looped around her neck, the dangling diamond would rest perfectly right in the valley between her breasts.
Sparkling brilliantly.
Reflecting against her porcelain skin and the cherry-red flushes, it was incredibly stunning.
Bian Xun closed his eyes briefly.
Ning Ye still had absolutely no idea what her brave invitation that day truly meant.
But today, Bian Xun thoroughly demonstrated it to her.
What having sex in a suit meant.
The thick, coarse fabric of his suit would make vast contact with her soft, sweet skin. The friction would be far greater than that of a human palm or fingertips, rubbing her red, bringing stronger resistance, heavier and more distinct.
His deep black clothing wouldn't even show if it were soaked in water, and this material also possessed... very high absorbency.
Until he was drenched, he wouldn't stop.
...
Bian Xun lowered his head, allowing her to carefully pull the tie off, then chased after her lips and bit down. "So good..."
He was still impeccably dressed, as if attending a luncheon; she was the main course he was about to devour. He had long since arranged his own appetizer, main dish, and dessert.
The elegant facade was dropped.
Ning Ye was pinned in his arms, kneaded and kissed all over like a ball of dough.
She had no idea what to do, only able to obediently let him kiss her until her lips couldn't close.
...
...
"Were you wet down there when you were running earlier?"
His dirty words were like the most arousing aphrodisiac, instantly tearing away all the preludes as his actions began to cross the line.
"Did you like my graduation bouquet?"
He had specially chosen that bouquet too—pure white jasmine, bellflowers, and light blue roses. It perfectly suited the scent of a 19-year-old her.
Lowering his flushed, red-rimmed eyes, he curled his lips and asked her in a husky voice.
"Do you want to tuck a jasmine flower inside?"
"It will smell very sweet."
"If I don't let it stay inside..." The more he spoke, the more outrageous he became. He kissed her and continued, "I'll eat it."
Ning Ye almost didn't dare to listen, whimpering senselessly, "Stop talking..."
The intense contrast today was almost too much for her to bear.
Looking at his exterior, the exposed skin on his entire body didn't even exceed five percent, but the words spilling from his thin lips felt like they could strip a person bare ten thousand times over. His actions advanced layer by layer, like a cold-blooded and precise probe, cold, perfect, and deadly sexy.
So this was what it meant to do it in a suit... She had finally learned her lesson, wu wu.
"What's wrong?"
Beneath the zipper of his trousers, Bian Xun stopped dangerously. His cerebral cortex was already so overstimulated that he only had the last shred of self-control left. Before exploding, he held onto an inch of sanity, "Isn't this the look you like the most?"
"No, yes... but..." Ning Ye covered her eyes, her almond eyes filled with a hazy mist like a small animal.
She didn't know he would play so hard!
Bian Xun's chest vibrated with a low chuckle.
He couldn't take it.
He loved seeing her frown, loved seeing her writhe, loved seeing her look so lost and helpless.
Every single expression belonged to him, every single reaction was a reward.
He really couldn't take it anymore.
He looked at her expression, almost broken by his dirty talk, and finally leaned close to her ear, softly telling his baby.
"It's dripping down."
...
She was placed onto his suit pants, completely soaking through them.
Then, the man adjusted his collar and stood up. Standing, he lifted her up.
By this point, Ning Ye had absolutely no power to resist, nor did she know just how visually striking she looked in this moment.
Bian Xun lowered his eyes, branding every detail of his first time into the depths of his gaze.
Fortunately, the prolonged tug-of-war beforehand had allowed her to fully adapt. Whether it was the angle or the size, she didn't even feel pain, only a stretching fullness.
And this was highly beneficial for Bian Xun as well.
Although it was his first time doing it for real, it wasn't his first time testing her. This completely bypassed the problems most guys easily encountered during their first time.
He was very, very lasting.
He finally broke into the little path that belonged to him.
The entire house shifted from quiet whispers and teasing to gradually rising, broken syllables.
The windows were open, and so was the door. She didn't know if her voice would travel outside the door or be heard by people outside the window.
She desperately bit her lower lip, but he sucked on the corner of her lips to release her, using the most wicked voice of his life to tell her to be louder.
Ning Ye was almost delirious, only able to feel everything he brought her.
Only able to hear his voice, tinged with hoarse madness.
"I love it so much."
"Let me fuck you ten thousand times in this life, okay?"
"Baby."
"Can I stay buried inside you forever?"
Ning Ye's thick eyelashes completely closed, and Bian Xun also closed his eyes with a shudder.
He thought, what kind of life had he been living these past twelve years?
Was God rewarding him like this, thrust by thrust, again and again, ten more times, like crazy?
The room felt like a pile driver sparking countless embers.
...
...
Through the fragrant garden straight to the deepest hinterland.
Driving in and out hundreds of times with devastating, heavy thuds.
In the end, her voice was shattered. Her whole body swayed, barely able to make a sound, leaving only increasingly loud, increasingly sweet screams.
Finally sending her into a moment of blank oblivion.
Countless fireworks fell in a flurry. Ning Ye finally heard Bian Xun's trembling voice, confirming through his breaths.
"My wish is to make you..."
"Never forget this for the rest of your life."
"From now on, you'll only want me."
Bian Xun endured the scalp-numbing sensory experience climbing up his spine, opened his burning dark eyes, wanting to see her reaction clearly.
"Did it work?"
Her eyes were already completely unfocused.
After a long time, she finally let out a sobbing sound like a rewinding tape, clutching the cuff of his suit, whimpering.
"Bian Xun..."
"It feels... so good."
