Under the Dusk - Chapter 31 [H]

This was the most reckless Ruan Shu had ever been.

When Ji Yan arrived, he hadn’t planned to do much to her. Her body was soft, her bre*sts full—just holding her would stir a physical reaction. But at most, he’d pin her to the bed, suck on her ni*ples, and kiss her for a while.

He never stayed until dawn.

His self-control had always been weak around her.

Ruan Shu was young, her body still unaccustomed to so much intimacy. But if she took the initiative, he’d still f*ck her.

This time, she lifted her shirt and pressed her bre*sts against him, watching as he buried his face between them, licking and sucking until even she began to crave more.

“Yan-ge.” She stroked his jaw, straddling his thighs, facing him directly.

Ji Yan loved this position—it let him see her.

One hand gripped her waist, sliding down to her ass and thighs, while the other cupped her bre*st, bringing it to his mouth effortlessly.

By now, her ni*ples were swollen and red, so sensitive that even the lightest touch made her moan.

Ruan Shu wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding against the hard bulge in his pants. “I want to taste you too.”

She’d never done it properly before.
Last time, she’d only managed a few clumsy licks before he dragged her up and f*cked her, hard and relentless.

Now, she wondered—what would Ji Yan look like if he came from her mouth?

That night, he refused outright.

“Really asking for a punishment, aren’t you?” He pinned her to the bed, gripping her delicate face, struck again by how deceptive her innocence was.

She looked pure, but her body was made to ruin men.

Ruan Shu nuzzled his arm, pressing her lips to the mole on his inner wrist, licking and kissing. “Why not? I want to taste you, Yan-ge.”

She pressed closer, rubbing against him like a kitten, her lips brushing his cheek, his neck, his ear.

“Yan-ge… let me suck your c*ck, okay?”

Ji Yan’s restraint was hanging by a thread.

For a second, he almost said yes.

“Why do you want to?” His c*ck strained against his pants, leaking prec*m, soaking the fabric. He kissed her neck, her ear, swallowing her whimpers, barely holding on. “Isn’t it better when I f*ck you?”

Her panties were already wet.
She tried to cover herself, but Ji Yan got there first. He dragged the damp fabric down, revealing her pink, swollen c*nt.

F*ck.

He bit back a curse—because no matter how many times he took her, she was always this tight, this wet. His fingers slid in effortlessly, and she rocked against his hand, sucking him deeper, moaning in his ear like she was already being f*cked.

“I just want to,” she breathed, no real reason except curiosity—she wanted to see him lose control under her tongue. “Please?”

Her hand found him.

His c*ck was thick, veins prominent, the head flushed and leaking. It twitched in her palm, clearly desperate.

“Gege… it wants me,” she whispered.

“You’re really asking for it.” He thrust his fingers deeper, making her grip him tighter.

Hypocrite, she thought tearfully. But without his permission, she didn’t push further. Instead, for the first time, they used their hands on each other.

Ruan Shu was clumsy, her inexperience frustrating him until he bit her bre*st in retaliation.

When she finally came, Ji Yan shoved her hand away, yanked down his pants, and pressed his throbbing c*ck against her swollen cl*t, grinding roughly.

“Ah… Yan-ge…” Now she begged.

Ji Yan loomed over her. “Made your choice?”

There was only one c*ck.

If she took it in her mouth, she wouldn’t get it below.

Still hopeful, she whispered, “Just a taste.”

Regret hit instantly.

The head was too big—she could barely take it. Ji Yan cradled her face, pushing deeper, groaning when her tongue flicked over his slit. He was close already.

Within seconds, her jaw ached. Tears welled as she weakly slapped his thigh. “Yan-ge… mmph…”

He gripped her hair, f*cking her mouth shallowly, prec*m smearing her lips. The sight was obscene.

He couldn’t bear to make her continue.

Pulling out, he rubbed against her cheek, shuddering, before dragging her up and kneeling to lick her arousal straight from her c*nt.

“Mmn…” Her whimpers sounded like she was still sucking him.

As he pushed inside her, he asked, “Still want to try next time?”

She shook her head wildly. “No more…”

“You can, baby.” He kissed her forehead gently. “I’ll teach you. Slow and steady, hm?”

But tonight, he didn’t want to waste time.

He just wanted to f*ck her—to ruin her so thoroughly she’d scream his name.

***

By dawn, the trash was filled with used condoms. They’d run out midway, forcing Ji Yan to order more, f*cking Ruan Shu all the way to the door to retrieve the delivery.

She’d never known a man could have this much stamina.

When she finally collapsed, exhausted, Ji Yan was still moving inside her, her p*ssy swollen and sore. She winced.

“Does it hurt?” He stilled. “Here?”

“Mm.”

Spreading her folds, he saw the damage—her lips were puffy, her thighs trembling. Only her wetness had saved her from worse. He kissed her gently. “No more. Let’s clean up.”

He hadn’t come this last time.

His c*ck was still hard. Ruan Shu, too spent to speak, weakly squeezed it in answer.
Ji Yan smacked her ass, laughing. “Little brat.”

“What?” she mumbled as he carried her to the shower. “What did you say, Yan-ge?”

“Nothing.” He nuzzled her. “Just that my greedy girl bites off more than she can chew. If you love my c*ck so much, I’ll f*ck you every day, hm?”

At the time, Ruan Shu didn’t realize his “every day” meant forever.

That he’d only ever love her.

But right now, drowning in pleasure, she couldn’t think of the future.

This was enough.