Here's what he'd been thinking: Yaxi had teased him first, so she owed him. His head was filled with images of her sprawled across his bed. If he kept zoning out like this, his mom would catch on eventually. He was obsessed with Yaxi right now—probably because he was so inexperienced, everything about her felt fresh and thrilling. The solution? Overexposure. See her breasts enough times, and maybe he'd get bored and move on.
He'd already made up his mind. If he got tangled up with her, he'd put Xu Xiaoyi on hold—otherwise, it'd be disrespectful to all three of them.
But now Yaxi was saying she'd let him see her breasts… if he chased Xu Xiaoyi!
Was he pursuing Xu Xiaoyi to see her breasts, or seeing her breasts to pursue Xu Xiaoyi? Young Master Lu's 180-IQ brain couldn't untangle the logic. "Hold on, let me think."
"You pursue Xu Xiaoyi, and I'll help you," Yaxi coaxed, her voice low and enticing. "Follow my instructions. Handle the small tasks well, and I'll let you peek at a part of my body. Nail the big ones, and I'll let you touch something."
"And when Xu Xiaoyi agrees to be with you—" Yaxi paused, her cat-like eyes fixed on him.
Sure enough, he swallowed hard.
"On that day, I'll let you fuck me."
"Deal!"
This time, Lu Ziyang answered lightning-fast, as if terrified she'd take it back.
"Don't worry, I won't tell Xu Xiaoyi. I'm just helping you cure your… condition," she assured him.
Lu Ziyang was already hooked, conveniently forgetting he wasn't sick to begin with.
Then something clicked, and a flicker of resentment sparked in him. "So all this—it's to get Chen Ling?"
"No," Yaxi said, her voice dropping back to normal. "I'm curing something too."
To exorcise my own demons.
"Maybe even if Xu Xiaoyi ends up with you, I still won't get Chen Ling. But that's fine." Yaxi crossed one leg over the other, leaning down to prop her chin on her hand, gazing at him crouched on the floor. "Wherever you look at me, I'll look at you. Wherever you touch me, I'll touch you. I'll fuck Chen Ling—and I'll fuck you too."
Wouldn't that be a thrill?
Yaxi's heart buzzed as she thought it, a numbing tingle spreading through her—a self-inflicted anesthesia.
"Come up here," she said abruptly, patting the bed beside her.
Lu Ziyang's eyes were wide and innocent, staring at her blankly. As if he hadn't come here begging to see her chest. As if he hadn't just agreed to her every term.
She couldn't see his heart pounding, his muscles tensing.
All she saw was him obediently sitting next to her.
Now that Yaxi had herself a loyal pup, she figured he deserved a treat.
"You're so good. I'll let you look now."
Ever since he'd said yes, Lu Ziyang had been in a daze.
DING-a-ling-ling—DING-a-ling-ling—
The morning study bell jolted him awake. His Adam's apple bobbed as he stammered, "Maybe next time—we can take it slow."
But a small hand seized the back of his head, yanking him forward without warning.
A wave of fragrance hit him, and he couldn't stop himself from inhaling deeply, panting like a dog.
His face was buried in Yaxi's chest. Through the open collar of her unbuttoned shirt, he caught a glimpse of the most breathtaking sight in the world.
Tight, intimate—the second most intoxicating spot on a girl's body.
Her flesh-toned bra cradled her milky breasts. As he'd leaned in, they'd quivered, the soft mounds rippling.
Even the afterimage smelled sweet. His nose hovered inches from her cleavage—one flick of his tongue, and he'd taste her skin.
Her breasts weren't huge, but they were perky, firm.
If he curled his hand, he could cup them like a funnel, squeeze until milk flowed, and drink it down.
Or coat them in thick, white liquid, let it drip and splash across them.
Those pert breasts obscured the flat plane of her stomach below, but Lu Ziyang's sharp eyes caught the sinuous line of her waist peeking out from the side.
It dipped inward—slender, just like he'd glimpsed yesterday.
"Had enough?" came her voice from above, prompting his review. "Pretty, aren't they?"
Lu Ziyang fought to steady his ragged breathing, not daring to blink.
He said nothing, but his mind roared:
Gorgeous—so fucking gorgeous, I'm about to lose it.