Feng Yun’s face, tender as white tofu, turned faintly red due to his brusqueness.
She did not move.
Her eyes fixed on him.
The weather was overcast today, and the light in the room flickered between brightness and shadow, preventing her from seeing the man clearly.
"To anger Xiao San, this indeed is the best strategy," Pei Jue grabbed her hand, placing it on himself, his voice husky, "Does my lady not want to revel in pleasure with ?"
"The plan is feasible," Feng Yun struggled in vain, bit him on his neck, and then smiled with satisfaction, her eyes enchantingly beautiful.
"It’s obviously a matter of mutual consent, General," she said smoothly, "why make a fuss over nothing?"
She agreed readily, but Pei Jue’s face showed no joy, his deep eyes darker still, seeming to harbor a bundle of light, like the ghostly fire of a rainy day, enigmatic and unpredictable.
But it was apparent that his patience was wearing thin.
"Truly unwilling to enter my rear palace?"
"Mm," Feng Yun chuckled in response.
At the sound, Pei Jue gently pinched the ticklish part of her body, with a subtle touch that was tantalizing yet slightly prickly, like a faint electric current buzzing through. Feng Yun was actually very sensitive; a swift, eager moan from her throat gave the man the pleasure of a hunter. He pinned her down by the waist, and when she relaxed, he maneuvered her to straddle him, locking her firmly in place, his touch on her tailbone featherlight.
"Dog and bitch in union, is this what you wish?"
"..." Feng Yun thought the n in the military camp were truly indifferent to the kinds of words they used. Even Pei Jue, esteed as the Great General, could utter vulgarities in private.
And Xiao San, that noble young master, bound by stringent rules—no matter how desperate or fierce he got, he was always composed and elegant, repressing words that he could never bring himself to utter...
"Missing Xiao San?" Pei Jue gazed into her deeply, noticing her distraction, lifted his hand to pinch her face to face him directly.
It was not particularly rough, but like the prelude to an approaching storm.
Feng Yun wanted to bite him to death.
She didn’t bite down, instead, he kneaded her until her endnote trembled.
"Rest assured, General, I will not go back on my word."
Pei Jue: "I know."
Before she could respond, he leaned down to kiss her, looking down on her from his vantage point, catching the sight of her eyelashes fluttering wildly, her face showing evident anxiety. Without pause, one hand deftly removed her undergarnts.
Feng Yun’s heart skipped a beat as she grabbed his powerful arm, "General..."
Pei Jue was silent, staring at her intensely.
Feng Yun exhaled, releasing her grip, "Please, as you wish."
She pampered herself greatly after her rebirth, the fabric that clung to her body was of the finest quality, slippery and as soft as mist. Pei Jue acted quickly, too fast for her to think or feel regret, having already scattered her hair over her porcelain, delicately fair skin, half-exposing her lithe figure.
The lurid allure was right before his eyes. Pei Jue tossed away the hairpin, seizing her hands and binding them behind her back, then drew her close, bending down to indulge in his feast, making a soft sound as he tasted her.
Feng Yun’s bones turned soft, panic setting in.
"General..." Her tone changed, unable to utter a complete sentence, shaking badly as if she had suffered a terrible injustice when nervous.
In a mont of impulse, Pei Jue flipped her onto the couch without a care.
She let out a low cry, a buzzing in her ears.
Trapped in his embrace, she had no power to control herself, as Pei Jue easily molded her this way and that. At this mont, she thought of many things from her past life. With Pei Jue, with Xiao Cheng, with these wretched n, she took deep breaths, her eyes reddening.
"Why tremble?" Pei Jue gripped her ankle, winding her leg around his waist. Seeing her severe shaking, he let it go again, and without undressing himself, he bent down to stare into her eyes, saying in a hoarse voice, "Don’t worry, I won’t take you."
He brought her legs together, passing between them.
The surge of power from his beast-like arched back made Feng Yun’s spine arch, her mouth open but no sound ca out...
"My dear... does this count as debauchery?"
He only called her so tenderly when sincere, indeed keeping his word.
Feng Yun: "It counts."
He said he wouldn’t, and he truly didn’t proceed any further. It was hard for Feng Yun to say whether she was more relieved or disappointed, but difficult to relax either way.
In such an entwined struggle, she could clearly distinguish the man’s outline; even with a layer of fabric separating them, she felt a numbing sensation in her lower back.
At this mont, she wished she were a block of wood.
But she wasn’t—her body was aware and responsive, uncontrollably clutching at the wooden bed as she reacted under his fervent motions. The position was bizarre, hard to describe as awkward or expectant.
Desiring to escape, she was forcefully pressed back down by him.
"Call ." His deep voice was harsh, yet if one listened closely, each breath was tinged with suffering, as if he were being burned and tornted by the fires of hell. Heaving breaths, his voice was very alluring.
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