QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL) Chapter 35: You started this 2 [M]

Jiang Yuxi’s POV

I can feel her smiling against my mouth—like she enjoys making suffer.

Like she’s taking pleasure in my desperation.

I hate it.

I love it.

I need more.

My hips move without thinking, pressing against her hand, against her touch, seeking any kind of relief from the unbearable tension winding inside .

I don’t care how desperate I sound when I whisper—

> "Please..."

My pride is long gone, drowned out by the sensation of her teasing, of her dragging this out on purpose.

She tilts her head, watching .

> "You’re begging?" she muses, her voice deep, teasing, full of sothing dangerous.

I bite my lip, refusing to answer.

Her lips brush my ear, her breath warm as she whispers—

> "Say it again."

My fingers dig into the fabric of her shirt, gripping onto her as I clench my eyes shut, trying to suppress the humiliating tremor in my voice.

> "I’m begging you."

And then—

Her fingers push inside .

A choked gasp escapes , my body jerking from the sheer overwhelming sensation.

I clench my eyes shut, my hands gripping onto her as I try to process the feeling of her inside .

Han Li lets out a low, satisfied hum, like she’s pleased with my reaction—like she’s morizing every little noise I make.

> "There you go," she murmurs, her lips trailing along my jaw, kissing, teasing, making my mind blank out completely.

And just when I think I’m adjusting—

Another finger.

A sharp gasp leaves , and she swallows it with her mouth, kissing slow, deep, utterly devouring .

I cling to her, helpless, my body moving exactly the way she wants.

It’s too much.

She’s too good.

Too experienced.

The thought angers —the idea that she’s done this before, that she’s touched other won like this, that she knows exactly how to break down.

But before I can linger on the thought, she twists her fingers just right, pressing against sothing that shatters completely.

I arch against her, my mind snapping, the pleasure so sharp and electric that I almost can’t handle it.

Her mouth moves to my ear, her voice husky, low—

> "You’re so pretty like this."

I want to glare at her.

To tell her to shut up—

But I can’t.

I’m too close.

I clench onto her, bury my face in her neck, needing the stability, needing sothing to ground before I fall apart entirely.

And then—

She stops.

???

Abruptly.

The rush of heat vanishes, like being pulled back from the edge of a cliff just before the fall.

I freeze.

Breathing hard.

Sweat clinging to my skin.

> "Wha—?" I sit up, utterly dumbfounded, my mind struggling to catch up with the sudden absence of her touch.

Han Li leans back slightly, her gaze dark and filled with sothing dangerous.

She studies , almost like she’s morizing the way I look like this—disheveled, trembling, completely undone by her hands.

> "Can you stand?" she asks, her voice calm, as if she hasn’t just ruined and walked away like nothing happened.

I scowl.

Reluctantly, I shift off her lap, my legs trembling as I attempt to find my footing.

The mont my feet touch the floor—

My knees buckle.

A humiliated noise escapes as I stumble, and before I can fall, her hands are on my waist, steadying .

And then—

Slowly. Very slowly.

She lifts her hand—

The sa one that was just inside .

And licks her fingers.

Deliberately.

Unapologetically.

A slow drag of her tongue, never breaking eye contact.

I swallow hard.

Heat explodes across my face, and I hate the way my body reacts to her even now, after all that.

She smirks, predatory and devilish, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to .

> "H-Han Li—"

Before I can finish—

I’m lifted off the ground effortlessly.

One of her arms hooks beneath my knees, the other supporting my back as she carries like I weigh nothing.

I gasp, instinctively throwing my arms around her neck to stabilize myself.

She walks out of her ho office, her pace unhurried, like she has all the ti in the world.

Like she’s not carrying bridal style without breaking a sweat.

I’m slender, but I know for a fact I’m not light enough to be handled like this.

Her strength is ridiculous.

But then—

She dumps on the bed.

Effortlessly.

One second I’m in her arms—

The next, I’m bouncing slightly against the soft mattress, blinking up at her in shock.

I don’t have ti to process—

Because suddenly—

She’s on .

Mouth urgent, kissing deep, her hands pressing into my waist, her knee slipping between my legs, parting them with ease.

A soft, helpless sound escapes as I react on instinct, wrapping my legs around her waist, pulling her closer.

Her hands roam freely, squeezing my chest, molding to her touch.

Everywhere.

She’s kissing everywhere.

Open-mouthed kisses trailing from my jaw to my collarbone, biting, sucking, marking.

I’m losing my mind, who am I? What’s my na? All that’s filling my mind are all these sensations and her.

Han Li is all-consuming, overwhelming completely, drowning in heat and pleasure and her.

I don’t even realize I’m shaking until she pulls back, just enough to press her forehead against mine.

Her breathing is just as heavy as mine.

Her fingers tighten around my waist.

And then, her lips brush my ear, her voice a deep, teasing whisper—

> "Want to stop?"

I don’t answer.

I can’t.

She’s teasing.

I can hear the smirk in her voice, feel the edge of control she still holds, despite the way her body is trembling slightly against mine.

It pisses off.

I tighten my legs around her waist, shifting underneath her, pressing myself fully against her so she has no choice but to feel exactly what she’s doing to .

Han Li claims , her lips crashing against mine in a kiss that’s more desperate, more raw, more hungry than any before it.

Her hand slides up my thigh, her fingertips barely brushing over my skin, but it’s enough to make arch into her, my body chasing her touch without hesitation.

She smirks against my mouth, like she’s amused by how easily I fall apart for her.

Dammit so much for my curiosity I might have shot myself in the foot.