Having known each other for over four years, played the ambiguous ga for two or three, and been in a relationship for half a year, if Suming really left now, with just the two of them alone together in a room, a man and a woman, surrounded by palpable tension, it would be truly less than beastly.
Nangong had just finished her shower, draped in a large bath towel with most of her round shoulders exposed, her hair still dripping wet, looking ripe for the picking. She was usually even more bold than Suming, but seeing his dark expression, she beca sowhat nervous, subconsciously hugging herself tighter across the chest, her expression slightly awkward as she said, "Stop it, go back to sleep."
The more she backed away, the more her innate feminine softness ca forth, contrasting sharply with her usual aloofness, triggering an overwhelming urge in onlookers to commit a cri.
Suming advanced step by step, his smile growing increasingly wicked, his eyes flickering with a fla unique to n.
As a woman, Nangong suddenly realized that Suming probably wasn't joking today. A crimson blush spread from her fair slender neck to her face, and her hand clutching the towel trembled uncontrollably.
In matters between n and won, Nangong's usual style was bold, but deep down she tended towards conservatism, always having a 'do not support, do not oppose, but do not participate' stance on premarital relations, and she valued her first ti highly. Even after officially dating Suming, they would hold hands and kiss softly quite often but never went beyond that.
Otherwise, with their inco, it wasn't just about affording hotel rooms—they could afford a house, yet they still hadn't done anything substantial.
But now, after all, they were in the 21st century. Even the most conservative among their peers couldn't possibly adhere to the standards of n and won from an old society. To put it plainly, it was all about that 'thing'. Suming was young and vigorous, and Nangong, being a normal young woman, had her own needs.
A clash of wildly different thoughts created turmoil in Nangong's mind. Reason and physical instinct fought against each other like two little devils inside her body, leaving her both nervous and sowhat expectantly unclear.
Suming cornered her against the wall, nearly face to face with her, and they could distinctly hear each other's heavy breathing. The moist breath on her face seed to raise the room's temperature, as if the very air was imbued with a pink hue of ambiguity.
"Don't be afraid…" Suming's hand wrapped around her waist unconsciously, his murmuring voice arising beside her ear.
"Don't…" The mont Suming touched her, Nangong recoiled as if electrocuted, instinctively reaching out to push him away.
Her push was feeble and powerless, failing to even reach Suming before her tender hand was caught and pressed against his chest.
Suming held Nangong's hand, sliding it slowly downwards from his chest.
Nangong, with her head bowed, was enveloped by a masculine scent as she felt her body weaken at Suming's guided downward motion of her hand, feeling the resilient muscles of his chest through his thin sumr clothes, and then further down to the warmth of his abdon…
She startled, as under the direction of Suming's larger hand, her own hand continued its downward glide!
Her entire face blushed intensely, hot as a baked shrimp, instinctively trying to pull her hand back, but Suming's grip suddenly tightened, and he blew a breath on the root of her ear, chuckling deeply, "I'll let you touch sothing nice!"
Nangong was shocked, and before she could react, her hand was yanked sharply downward, finally reaching the scalding forbidden zone. As she was about to cry out in surprise, an intense male scent washed over her, while her lips also felt a warm breath, expertly sealed.
The two warm breaths from a man, one of purest male wildness and the other as tender as the gentlest lover, simultaneously invaded her senses; Nangong could no longer stand, and her bath towel slowly fell to the floor, revealing her curvaceous figure as her long legs wobbled, no longer steady.
The next second, she was swept up in Suming's arms, feeling as if floating on a cloud, her soul barely clinging as she sank deep into the suite's bedding.
"Mmm..."
A hand reached towards the master control, dimming the lights, leaving only soft breathy sounds echoing faintly in the room.
"It hurts..."
Outside the window, the South Sea breeze blew past Mount Dayu, causing a wind chi to gently dance.
…
The next day, sunlight stread in through the floor-to-ceiling windows as Suming slowly opened his eyes.
The room still bore traces of last night's madness, with clothes strewn everywhere, the tablecloth a complete ss, and even part of the large curtains ripped down, hanging askew on the balcony. A pair of slippers lay scattered—one in the corner of the wall and the other apparently on the balcony outside.
However, Nangong was nowhere to be seen; lifting the thin bedding, a pale red plum blossom stood out on the pristine white sheets.
Feeling completely drained, Suming got up and walked barefoot to the bathroom. Inside, chaos reigned as well, with soap, toothbrush, cup, and everything else from the washstand knocked to the ground, and several towels hanging ssily on the side.
"Why does it feel like this? It's both our first ti, but it feels like I was assaulted or sothing!"
In the mirror, Suming looked as if he had just been tortured by reactionaries, with several purplish bruises on his neck, a multitude of crisscrossing scratch marks on his bare chest, as if he had just battled Wolverine; there was also an itchy sensation on his back, and upon twisting around for a look, he saw the haphazardly arranged claw marks, which could almost be used for a ga of Go if they had been more orderly...
Looks can be deceiving, and the sea's depth is imasurable. Those who are usually quiet often turn out to be profound and highly skilled when they finally take action.
Last night's battle was bizarre. At first, Suming, relying on the brute force and thick skin typical of n, had the upper hand, leaving Nangong blushing and biting her lip, humming nonsensically. But after the initial pain had subsided, Nangong seed to have completely adapted to the rhythm of battle and started to mount a counterattack.
If it had only been that, it would have been a match of equals, but what happened next was an even more intense battle.
Who was Suming? A seasoned bachelor, with four years of male dormitory life in college and a year of solitary living in the Water Pavilion, he, like all bachelors, had watched countless videos, reaching a point of 'no film can impress the eyes when the heart is ***', with a thousand moves stored in the experienced driver's chest...
Moreover, under the nourishnt of spiritual power and the water of the Grand Age, his physical fitness had been superb over the past year. He had been training his soldiers for a thousand days and sharpening his sword for ten years, finally bringing them to the battlefield; charging and hacking wildly, he would crush any resistance without any rationale.
Such matters are mutual; if one party is listless, there's little fun for the other. On the contrary, if one party is skilled in martial arts, it naturally ignites the raging fla within the other.
However, Suming was still lacking in experience and forgot one thing: n and won fundantally differ, one excels in swift, forceful battles, another in prolonged warfare, growing stronger the longer the fight continues.
By the late night, the tide of battle had shifted. The Su Army showed signs of fatigue, reinforcents failing to keep up, struggling even to defend, let alone attack. On Nangong's side, the spirit was stronger than ever, growing mightily as the battle raged on.
Nangong, having tasted marrow and craving more, had surged forward countless tis throughout the night, to the point where even her ironclad body was overwheld. The reflection in the mirror was of a young man with deep bags under his eyes, his face haggard.
"Lessons learned! Lessons bloody learned! In the future, I must concentrate my superior forces and completely suppress them in the first round. The longer the delay, the worse it is for my army!"
There was a sound of a door opening from outside; Suming thought it was a room service attendant. He thought bitterly that for a famous hotel, they really shouldn't enter to clean without knocking. He craned his neck and saw Nangong walk in with a plate carrying milk and a few slices of bread, as well as two eggs that just looked humiliating.
"You slept like a dead pig, co out and eat." Nangong gave Suming a stern look and walked into the room.
Suming hurriedly followed. From behind, he noticed that Nangong's long legs seed a bit entangled as she walked, hinting at the mutual destruction from last night.
"With the workload from last night, why did you go down to get it yourself? You could've just asked the service staff to bring breakfast." Suming took a couple of steps to take the plate from her and placed it on the table.
Nangong bit her lip, rolled her eyes coquettishly and said, "It's all because of you, making the room such a ss. It would be so embarrassing to be seen. Eat up quickly and tidy up the room so that it won't be a laughingstock when the room service cos to clean."
"Laughingstock my ass, I was being intimate with my own girlfriend, it's none of the service staff's business." Suming waved his hand dismissively, looked up at the wall clock, and with a wide grin said, "Anyway, we're about to clean up, so why not make it even ssier before the service staff arrives..." Having said that, he moved closer to hug Nangong.
Nangong deftly dodged to the far side of the bed, waving her hands frantically as if startled, "No more, no more."
"Last night, soone kept saying 'no more, no more'," Suming leaped over and hugged Nangong, kissed her, and chuckled as he blew on her ear, his hands beginning to wander again.
Nangong felt a ticklish itch in her ear, half her body numbed, and imdiately curled up, pleading with a pained expression, "Really, no more, spare , we still have to go out today, I won't be able to walk!"
"Hahaha!" Suming was in high spirits, it seed his efforts from last night were not entirely fruitless after all.
They took breakfast out to the terrace, facing the seascape by Mount Dayu, and began to eat. Nangong took a cup of hot milk from Suming's hand, sipped twice, and noticing Suming's strange smile, she paused, then quickly realized and wiped off the white liquid at the corner of her mouth with a napkin.
"I want to ask you sothing, do all boys do this?"
Seeing Nangong curious again, with a touch of shyness, Suming couldn't resist teasing her and asked, "Do what?"
"You know..." Nangong glanced around, their privacy ensured by the great distance between terraces of the sea-view rooms, unconcerned about eavesdroppers, before she continued, "All those positions from last night?"
"Do girls understand them?" Suming countered.
Nangong shook her head, "So boys are born knowing how to do it?"
"Of course not, the key is I've seen a lot of movies that raise one's 'positioning' awareness."
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