Yan Zhen did not lose his composure.
After all, it was just Meng’er. This girl’s neck was still fitted with that so-called “Subordination Collar.” As long as he didn’t allow it, she couldn’t do anything to him.
He intended to persuade her first.
Although excessive gentleness could sometimes cause greater harm, Yan Zhen truly couldn’t bring himself to be too ruthless—he was just that kind of person.
While grabbing her restless little hand, he slightly dodged her lips, letting the passionate kiss miss his mouth and land on his cheek instead.
“Stop fooling around, Meng’er. Our relationship doesn’t need anything else to maintain it. This is enough.”
“It’s not enough. Meng’er is a greedy ghost. Meng’er wants more happiness from Cousin.”
Yan Meng’er wrapped one arm around Yan Zhen’s waist to keep him from escaping, while letting her other mischievous hand be held firmly by her cousin’s grip on her fair wrist, staying obediently still.
They reached a delicate balance: as long as she didn’t use her hands and didn’t kiss his lips, Yan Zhen seemed unwilling to strongly resist her affection.
This made Yan Meng’er secretly delighted. Cousin still cared for her—even his rejections avoided harsh words.
On any other day, Yan Meng’er would have been fully satisfied, but now she wanted more.
“Cousin must need it too, right? Let Meng’er and Cousin Ruyu serve you, okay?”
“No thanks, I don’t need it at all!”
“You’re lying. The little elephant is already bulging up. Look at it—it’s so pitiful~”
“Not pitiful at all. You like long-trunked little elephants so much; I’ll give you a few pairs, okay? All of mine have this pattern anyway.”
“Then Meng’er wants the pair Cousin is wearing right now.” Yan Meng’er said shyly, “Cousin, take them off and give them to Meng’er right now.”
—Holy shit!
Yan Zhen nearly broke under that saucy line, his heart pounding wildly.
In his momentary daze, she seized the chance to yank at his waistband, pulling it down and unleashing the evil seal.
Both Yan Meng’er and Yan Ruyu seemed to hear a thunderous elephant trumpet, their beautiful faces flushing crimson.
Yan Zhen was equally mortified and hurriedly released his cousin’s hand to restore the seal.
This gave Yan Meng’er another opening. Her freed right hand turned his face, and her rosy little mouth finally kissed his lips.
Yan Zhen’s eyes widened. He grabbed his cousin’s wrist again, trying to struggle, but felt a slippery little tongue slip in, sending an electric shiver that numbed his rationality.
Yan Meng’er’s kiss wasn’t intense; it felt somewhat delicate and fragile, as if waiting for his response, his affection.
Just like usual—she proactively teased Yan Zhen, fully displaying her cuteness in hopes of gaining his attention, his fondness.
Yan Zhen’s heart softened. His idle right hand finally wrapped around Yan Meng’er’s delicate body, giving her a gentle, sweet kiss.
—It wasn’t their first time anyway. He hoped she’d stop after this.
After a long while, their lips parted. Both breathed lightly, gazing at each other up close. The girl’s eyes brimmed with tender affection, while the boy’s held a faint indulgence.
“We’ve kissed now. That should be enough, right?”
“Not enough. Meng’er wants more.”
“Want my ass!”
Yan Zhen couldn’t take it anymore. He turned to Yan Ruyu, who was still staring dazedly at them, and said irritably:
“Cousin Ruyu, don’t just stand there watching. Hurry up and control Meng’er!”
Yan Ruyu glanced at her cousin, meeting her gaze. The look clearly said, “Cousin, don’t just watch—join in~”
She bit her lip in deep conflict. Before coming here, the two sisters had agreed: whatever Meng’er did, she’d follow. If she backed out now, they’d never team up again.
Truth be told, Yan Ruyu was already so embarrassed her head was spinning. But Meng’er had gone all in; she had to follow through.
With that thought, Yan Ruyu closed her eyes like she was smashing a jar to pieces, cupped Yan Zhen’s face with her slender hands, and decisively kissed him.
Mwah~
“!?”
Yan Zhen was dumbfounded: What the hell was this cousin doing? He’d told her to control Meng’er, and instead she copied her, directly… directly kissing him?!
Even if their blood ties were nearly nonexistent, she couldn’t take such liberties, right?
Yan Zhen tried to push her away, but his hands were grabbed by his cousin instead. He could only passively endure his other cousin’s advances.
Yan Ruyu’s kiss was still as clumsy and hurried as last time, with a childish feel. But once she savored the pleasure of mucosal contact, her movements slowed, carefully tasting it.
Like a little girl on the street tugging her dad’s sleeve at a candied hawthorn vendor, saying “I want that!”—then nibbling it bit by bit, reluctant to finish.
Only when they were nearly out of breath did Yan Ruyu reluctantly pull away from him.
Yan Zhen’s mind was foggy. He asked weakly:
“Cousin, why are you copying Meng’er too? I told you to control her, not kiss me!”
Yan Ruyu’s pretty face was entirely flushed as she panted:
“Dad and Mom told me to do it. I had no choice.”
“There’s no need for it at all.” Yan Zhen was speechless. “Even without this, once I become clan leader, I’ll take good care of your Branch House.”
“But they don’t trust empty promises.” Yan Ruyu said stubbornly. “Without a real bond, there’s no guarantee.”
“Cousin, are you okay being a tool for this? Marrying someone you don’t like?”
Yan Zhen was exasperated, but Yan Ruyu had a solid rationale:
“I don’t like anyone anyway. For Dad and Mom, I’ll just let you have the bargain.”
Yan Zhen was done: You’re in the prime of your youth—why act so jaded about romance? You’ve barely experienced anything, yet you talk like you’ve seen through the vicissitudes of life. The songs you listen to are all like “A heart that’s been hurt can love who now?”
“Cousin, don’t just stare at Cousin Ruyu. Look at Meng’er too.”
Yan Meng’er turned Yan Zhen’s face and offered her flower-like cherry lips again.
Seeing this, Yan Ruyu hugged Yan Zhen and kissed his neck.
Sandwiched from both sides, Yan Zhen couldn’t hold out any longer and resorted to his trump card.
“Meng’er, I command you to stop and go kiss Cousin instead!”
Yan Meng’er’s body stiffened. The collar around her neck glowed, compelling her to obey Yan Zhen’s order.
“I won’t!” Yan Meng’er resisted. “I want to kiss Cousin.”
Hmph. Yan Zhen smugly curled his lips:
“Wearing the collar and still defying my command? Go kiss Cousin—stop kissing me.”
Yan Meng’er stubbornly didn’t move, so the Subordination Collar lit up again, delivering punishment for her disobedience.
“Mm~”
A soft, seductive moan escaped Yan Meng’er’s lips, so alluring it even stirred the invincible Second Master whom Yan Zhen revered.
Wh-what’s happening? Yan Zhen was baffled, sensing something off. Then a message flashed in his mind, making him realize.
A mere Third-Tier Subordination Collar could naturally be defied—as long as one endured the punishment.
And the punishment Yan Meng’er had set was…
Arousal.
Once it started, it only stopped after satisfaction through serving her master, Yan Zhen.
Wh-what kind of shitty setting was this?
Wait, this thing was originally Meng’er’s.
—Damn it, I got tricked again!
Yan Zhen realized.
“Cousin~”
