The hands-on teaching didn’t last long; the restraint of those powerful palms suddenly loosened.
The noble woman simply waited, looking down from her height.
…She wanted Yinian to do it herself.
When Xu Yinian’s fingertips touched the silk of the shirt, the fabric felt icy cold. The sensation was so jarring that Yinian, too shy to meet her gaze, instinctively looked away, fearing her hand had been guided somewhere it shouldn’t be.
“You can drag this out as long as you like. That is, if you want your cousin to find out.”
The mention of Jiang Ke acted like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the last of Yinian’s hesitation. She finally looked up.
It was only the collar.
As her fingertips pressed against the dark red fabric, her skin appeared even whiter, almost dazzlingly so.
Xu Yinian suddenly remembered the first time she had stumbled upon Shen Yi meeting her lover. She recalled that young, beautiful woman clinging to Shen Yi like she had no bones, her slender fingers tracing over those same buttons.
How similar was that scene to this one?
Except now, she was the one forced to straddle Shen Yi’s lap, enduring the weight of the situation. She was in an even more pathetic state than that woman had been.
Yinian had no way of knowing the sheer scale of the double standard at play. To others, Shen Yi was a picture of impatient dismissal; to her, Shen Yi was a master of calculated, step-by-step entrapment.
Yinian’s gaze moved up from the ambiguous tangle of red and white, and she finally understood what the woman meant by “outside or inside.”
The loose silk shirt offered little coverage. The lines of Shen Yi’s cold, white neck were fully exposed, and a sharp corner of her exquisite collarbone peeked out with arrogant grace. Such a seductive sight was not something one would dare to fantasize about.
The mark she left had to remain hidden. She truly had no other choice.
Yinian subconsciously reached out. Despite her blatant reluctance, her clumsy and earnest movements as she fumbled with the buttons were incredibly submissive.
The shame of undressing someone else washed over her. Her movements were so stiff that the metallic buttons slipped through her fingers several times, the friction turning her fingertips red. Each slip caused her hands to brush against the fabric and the skin beneath, making Shen Yi’s eyes narrow slightly.
She’s so clumsy, yet she seems to have a natural instinct for this, Shen Yi thought.
As the second button came undone, the mature, libertine aura of the woman in the dim shadows felt like a rich red wine, swirling down one’s throat. There was nothing inappropriate on display yet, but the mere atmosphere was enough to make Yinian’s cheeks flush a deep scarlet.
Shen Yi stared intently at Yinian’s slender, white neck as the girl swallowed nervously. A sharp brow arched.
She had guided Yinian’s hand to her collar the moment she noticed the girl’s dazed, stolen glances. It was the same reason she hadn’t removed her gold-rimmed glasses yet.
Perhaps it was the irritation of being treated as a substitute for her own daughter, but Shen Yi didn’t miss a single chance to exert her pull over Yinian.
Who said she didn’t have her own likes and dislikes? Yinian tried to keep her mouth shut and say nothing, but her feelings were written all over her face.
She was just a young girl. So what if Shen Yi couldn’t force her to speak?
Shen Yi hadn’t considered that her own daughter, who shared her bloodline, had also fallen deeper the more she learned, eventually losing herself entirely to this girl.
Xu Yinian propped her palms against the leather chair and leaned forward. Her soft, supple waist dipped, the curve of her body outlined by her skirt. Her conservative, obedient demeanor instantly became the most potent catalyst for desire.
Even now, she was trying to use her little tricks to find a loophole, clearly aiming for the collarbone that had been exposed when the second button opened.
Only when her face was inches from the shadow of Shen Yi’s neck did Yinian relax slightly. But having never kissed anyone before and being naturally slow when it came to emotional intimacy, she suddenly realized… she didn’t know how.
How… how was she supposed to kiss her?
Was just pressing her lips against her enough?
She lifted her face and tested the contact cautiously. The sensation of her lips lightly touching skin was entirely foreign. As she grazed the skin, the ticklish sensation startled Yinian, making her flinch. It was far more intense than the fluttering in her fingertips.
Yinian didn’t dare move again. She was stuck in the middle, unable to go forward or back, and the tension was becoming unbearable.
Shen Yi had assumed it was the usual fear and shyness, but as she sensed the bewildered, tentative testing, her brow suddenly furrowed.
It wasn’t just Yinian’s first time leaving a mark. It was her first time kissing anyone.
She’s never kissed Shen Ruoshuang?
It was a true first.
The moment she realized she was the one staining this pure white sheet of paper with her own colors, Shen Yi’s need for control was satisfied like never before. When desire was tinged with a hint of unprecedented affection, it was like a spark landing on a pile of dry wood.
Shen Yi’s hand covered the back of Yinian’s head, and she could no longer resist deepening the kiss.
Yinian’s startled whimper was trapped in her throat. Finally, she felt the reality of a kiss. The jade-like collarbone pressed against her soft lips; the hard, protruding bone felt incredibly prominent—ticklish, slightly painful, and altogether overwhelming.
Clearly, she was the one supposed to be “kissing” the other, yet she was being forced into a state of breathlessness, her every breath filled with a scent that wasn’t her own.
She was forced to part her lips to gasp for air, which allowed the jade-like bone to break through her final defenses. The moment she felt that cool sensation, she recoiled as if struck by lightning.
But she couldn’t continue with the collarbone, nor could she let go. It was all too sudden!
Yinian’s face was so red it looked like it might bleed. She clearly wasn’t mentally prepared for this level of intensity.
Sensing the girl’s “initiative” on her lap, the hand firmly holding her hair loosened slightly. However, Shen Yi’s calloused fingertips began to stroke through her hair intermittently—a gesture that was refined and doting, yet carried a lurking danger.
Yinian tried to dodge, but her movements only served to arch her waist, creating an even softer, more inviting curve.
Now that things had gone this far, Yinian only wanted to end this ordeal as quickly as possible.
How did the others leave those marks?
Just thinking the words made Yinian so ashamed she reflexively closed her eyes. She certainly couldn’t bear to picture the scenes of how they had played with her.
To be forced to kiss this woman, while having to recall and emulate how others had once taken liberties with her…
How had everything become this absurd and messy?
Yinian didn’t dare face it. She closed her eyes, her lips parted slightly, and when they closed again, it was with a cowardly hesitation. She truly didn’t have the nerve.
Usually, Shen Yi was the one tormenting others. What lover would dare to bite CEO Shen?
Yet, Shen Yi not only allowed it, she offered a cold reminder laced with hidden selfishness: “If you’re this gentle, how long will it take to leave a mark?”
As soon as she spoke, she felt Yinian use all her strength. The girl’s teeth pressed pitifully against her collarbone—a weak and helpless effort.
