Boundary - Chapter 26 [H]

After exhausting their desires, Jin Nanting held her and sat back down on the sofa chair, no longer caring about the stains that the milky fluid spilling from her v*gina would leave on his expensive suit pants.

It dawned on him that when one loses control to the point of completely breaking boundaries, the elusive pursuit of self-control no longer matters.

They sat quietly, listening to each other’s breathing, as if neither wanted to break the serene beauty of the moment with words, yet both were waiting for the other to speak.

“You’re right,” Jin Nanting finally broke the silence, having sorted through his thoughts. “You were indeed my last resort.”

The woman in his arms stiffened, then abruptly pressed against his legs, trying to rise. “You really shouldn’t talk after… you know.”

“Do you know why?” Of course, he wouldn’t let her escape now. Tightening his arms around her slender waist, Jin Nanting leaned down and whispered his answer into her ear, word by word. “Because you’re too much like my mother.”

Gu Yetong turned her head to look at him, her face filled with shock.

The world had misunderstood his mother deeply. Her delicate, melancholic appearance had led people to believe she was a woman who would silently endure and let others control her.

But he still remembered how her frail body had carried him when he was sick with a fever as a child. He also remembered how she had chased him around the yard when he misbehaved.

When his father began building his career, his mother had taken care of him while also pursuing her own dreams. She started learning musical instruments, music theory, and even composing her own pieces. If she hadn’t returned to the Jin family, she would have undoubtedly become a successful music composer.

Those memories from before returning to the Jin family were far more vivid than anything from the past twenty years.

“It’s not your sister who’s like my mother—it’s you,” Jin Nanting said. If there was any similarity between Gu Yetang and his mother, it was perhaps their shared love for music. But Gu Yetang’s personality was easygoing and content. “Your stubbornness, your independence, your ambition—you and my mother are the same kind of woman.”

That was why Gu Yetong had never been his ideal marriage partner.

Women like her wouldn’t be satisfied with just money or someone’s affection. They always had grander dreams to chase. “You can’t be tamed or confined. You’d resist and break free in the most intense ways.”

And all obstacles, no matter how much love was involved, could be cast aside by them.

For the first time in many years, he remembered that night of pouring rain. He had sneaked out of bed and crouched by the windowsill, watching his mother leave with nothing in her hands. When she turned to look back at his room, he hid behind the curtains. He had to clamp his hand over his mouth to stop himself from opening the window, calling out to her, begging her to stay.

The long-buried memory made Jin Nanting tighten his arms around her even more.

“So,” Gu Yetong said after a moment of silence, trying to understand and process his words, “you’re afraid you can’t control me?”

“What I fear isn’t being unable to control you.” He understood that no one should impose their will on another, using lofty reasons to dominate them. “What I fear is being unable to control myself.”

But he was still afraid—afraid that his rationality wouldn’t be enough to suppress the ugliness etched into his bones, into his genes. Just like moments ago, the more she resisted, the more it stirred his predatory instincts. “I’m afraid that one day I won’t be able to stop myself from wanting to change you, to bind you, to clip your wings—just like my father once…”

Her finger pressed against his lips, stopping him from continuing.

“I’m not your mother,” she said, her other hand pushing against his arm as she tried to turn around. “And you’re not your father.”

“But…” He loosened his grip slightly, allowing her to turn and straddle him.

“No matter how similar we are to our parents, we are different individuals, and we should have our own stories,” she said, her brow slightly furrowed, her expression unusually serious. It seemed as though she was speaking to him, but also to herself.

“But I don’t know…”

When you first started in business, did you know everything? She half-sat up, impatiently cutting him off. “The key is, do you want to do it? Pour your heart and soul into it, just like you do with your career, even if there are setbacks and failures.”

In her eyes, he saw the hesitation slowly growing. Was she also trying to convince herself with these words?

Would the courage that had burst forth in an instant also vanish just as quickly?

He didn’t want her to retreat, just as he didn’t want to retreat himself.

So he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

This was the true vow, the kiss of commitment—not to fulfill a predetermined process, nor to prove anything to anyone. Only the two of them knew that, with this kiss, they had made a promise to each other.

When he entered her again, the warmth of her core seemed even more intense than before, so hot it felt as though it might melt him entirely.

His already spent arousal wasn’t as urgent now, and he moved slowly, thrusting gently as he lowered his head to kiss the sensitive skin on the back of Gu Yetong’s neck.

As always, she instinctively squirmed, trying to escape the tickling sensation, but the soft walls of her core only gripped him tighter. Even through his shirt, he could feel that her ni*ples were fully erect.

He completely removed her clothes, cupping her bre*sts and greedily taking both rosy peaks into his mouth.

“Mmm…” She arched her back, offering more of herself to him. “It’s… itchy…”

“Where’s itchy?”

He mischievously blew a breath against her damp, glistening nip*les, causing her bre*sts to tremble delicately.

She smacked his shoulder in frustration, trying to lift herself off his length as a form of punishment, but he gripped her waist and forcefully pressed her back down.

“Or is it here?”

Gu Yetong’s eyes rolled back as her fingers dug tightly into the muscles of his shoulders.

Just as he was about to quicken his pace, thrusting deeper into her, the tight walls of her core clenched even more impossibly around him.

Then, the woman opened her bright almond-shaped eyes, a smug curve forming at the corner of her lips.

“I’ve been working on my core lately.”

Her alluring expression left him momentarily spellbound.

She raised herself proudly, and just as his length was almost fully exposed to the cold air, she suddenly dropped back down, enveloping him completely in her warmth.

Her technique had clearly improved.

After a few slow initial attempts, she gradually found her rhythm, moving faster and faster, taking him deeper with each motion.

He still had the impulse to take control of the rhythm, but they both needed to learn, didn’t they?

So he let her freely use his c*ck, exploring the angles, speed, and depth that pleased her most. He lazily played with her smooth ni*ples, occasionally teasing her cl*t to make her moans grow louder and her p*ssy clench tighter around him.

When she gripped his hand and began to tremble all over, he finally took hold of her waist, gritted his teeth, and thrust into her tightening depths. After a few dozen more strokes, he released himself fully as she rode out her prolonged climax.