The thin strap clung to her shoulder, teetering on the edge of falling, as if daring him to tug it down. T
he hem of the camisole grazed her navel, revealing a waist so slim and delicate it matched the one he dreamed of every night.
Fuck, what if I snap it?
Most crucially, the camisole was paper-thin; Yaxi wasn't wearing a bra at all.
Her breasts jutted out, their twin peaks straining against the fabric, teasing a glimpse of what lay beneath.
Just looking at them, they seemed massive.
He'd always seen Yaxi as just a classmate, never imagining her body held such tempting secrets.
Yeah, she was a girl—fiery but sharp; seductive in a way that ached.
Something detonated in his head—something he'd buried or forgotten.
Lu Ziyang flicked his gaze away, only to snap it back. He strode over to Yaxi and dropped to his knees before her.
One hand braced on the sofa, the other reached to squeeze her breast, but Yaxi swatted him away.
The block only deepened her cleavage. Lu Ziyang lost it.
He seized both her slender wrists in one hand, pinning them still, then lunged forward to kiss her with feral intent.
But Yaxi twisted her head, and his lips landed on her cheek instead.
"Damn dog, you've got some strength."
"Don't call me a dog. When I'm desperate, even dogs bite."
And then he bit—licking her face, nipping her chin. His free hand roughly groped her breast.
"Yaxi." His tongue was thick and hot, lapping like a dog's, shameless and messy.
Urgent and restless, he smeared saliva across her neck and collarbone. "Yaxi… you, you."
"Love it." Blunt and raw, he wished she could feel how fast his heart hammered, how ragged his breaths came. "You look so thin—how's it so smooth, so soft?"
"Mmm—" Yaxi shut her eyes, clutching his hair, savoring his tongue's assault.
He didn't get pacing or restraint; all he saw was her unfiltered pleasure.
So he released her wrists and pounced like a starved tiger, burying his face in her neck to devour her skin and breathe her in.
His hands slipped under the camisole, groping her breasts directly.
They were bigger than his hands—smoother than silk, softer than cotton.
Squeezing, the flesh spilled between his fingers; a little harder, and he might ruin them.
"Hiss—" Yaxi, barefoot after shedding her socks, kicked at him.
Their feet brushed, soles tickling, stirring an itch in her heart, as if even her bones had gone soft.
Truth was, his grip just hurt. "Easy!"
Lu Ziyang's mind buzzed with the garbage wisdom from straight-guy chat groups: when a woman says no, she means yes.
If she says easy, she must crave it rough.
He let loose, kneading harder, roaming over her arms, her slim back—every untouched spot, he wanted to heat her cool skin.
He was burning up; she'd have to cool him down.
Someday, when he'd made it big, he'd fuck every place he'd touched with his cock, then smear his cum all over them.
That'd make them even smoother.
With that thought, he thrust forward, desperate to grind his straining cock against her pussy.
But she was ready, snatching a teddy bear from the room to block him. "That's extra."
"Fuck, why're you so stingy?"
"Don't wanna touch? Then get lost." Yaxi opened her eyes, lust laced with irritation.
You don't raise a dog without teaching it to shake before tossing a bone.
Fine. Lu Ziyang hoisted her up, stripped off her clothes, and slapped her breast. "Then show me something really filthy. Can you twist your hips?"
The flesh rippled, quivering again and again, the dark red nipple standing stiff.
A blurry black tattoo smudged the edge of her right breast, too faint to make out.
He swallowed hard, finally grasping the thrill of gazing down at a naked body.
She half-reclined, her breasts slumping softly against her frame, nearly half her torso swallowed by them.
Her skin wasn't pale, but every inch gleamed so slick it begged to be slurped, every curve hitting that perfect balance. Wide, narrow, wide.
S.
Lu Ziyang felt like he'd cracked English. From now on, how could any S-word trip him up?
But her pants stayed on, so he couldn't tell if her ass outdid her chest in plumpness.
His head swam with dirty thoughts and wild fantasies, fingers drifting to pinch her nipple.
"Keep your straight-guy bullshit to yourself." Yaxi rubbed the teddy bear against his cock. "Know how to suck tits? If you don't lick right, you're not seeing what's down there."
Twist your hips? Why don't you?
"'Course I do!" How dare she doubt Master Lu's skills.
He dove in, biting the prize, drawing a sharper "hiss" from Yaxi.
Lu Ziyang lifted her higher, propping her up.
Her gorgeous, plush breasts bounced, then drooped into ripe, teardrop shapes.
Fire flared in his eyes—this was perfect for sucking.
He plunged his face between them, his hair prickling her skin.
Lips parted, he sucked hard—wild and sloppy. One hand on each breast, pinching, biting, kissing the left nipple, slurping the right areola.
His hips bucked, too pent-up to stop, grinding against the teddy bear for relief.
So sweet—milk or flowers, he couldn't tell. He was melting, drowning in her chest.
But Yaxi suddenly cradled his face, fingers grazing his lips, wiping the wetness and dragging it across his bobbing Adam's apple.
Inches apart, their eyes locked, yet Lu Ziyang felt she wasn't seeing him.
"Me or Xu Xiaoyi—who's prettier?" she asked out of nowhere, a faint shimmer in her gaze.
He leaned in, licking her eyes—her lashes, her lids—then cupped her soul-melting breasts like petals, pressing gently. His own eyes flickered. "You're prettier."
Yaxi opened her eyes. "Liar."
"I mean it—you're gorgeous."
"Hmm." A faint, dismissive hum.
Lu Ziyang's eyes widened—Yaxi was crying.
No sound, just tears pooling deep in her eyes, glinting in the dim light, wetting her lashes, flooding her gaze.
Then a single drop slid from the reddened corner.
She wept still and silent, saying, "I think she's beautiful. I admire her natural grace."
Not jealousy.
Lu Ziyang couldn't parse the layers in her words. His heart just crumpled like wadded paper, creases he'd never iron out.
Frantic, he licked her tears away. "You're stunning."
He should've realized sooner—he liked Yaxi.