In his memory, this was Yan Zhen’s first time stepping into Yan Ruyu’s room. It was also the first time they had been alone together since confirming their relationship.
In the past, Yan Meng’er had always been there between them, acting as a mediator to smooth things over and make their trio get along harmoniously.
Now, without Meng’er present, a subtle awkwardness—or perhaps an intimate tension—hung in the air between them. Sitting on the edge of the bed, neither could find the words to say for a moment.
“Your room’s a bit different from Meng’er’s, Cousin~” Yan Zhen took the initiative to break the ice. “I guess it’s more… minimalist or something.”
Yan Ruyu crossed her arms over her chest and turned her head away.
“Sorry, it does kill the mood a little. I don’t really like decorating rooms.”
“I-I think it’s fine. Everyone has their own style.”
“Sorry, this is just my plain, dowdy style…”
—Uh oh. The topic he’d chosen wasn’t landing well.
Yan Zhen thought for a moment, then shifted his attention to his cousin.
She was wearing a winter-style cotton robe, its color as simple as ever, cinched at the waist with a sash. From the side, it perfectly accentuated the separation between her full breasts and hips.
A glimpse of her collarbone and the valley between her breasts peeked through the overlapping fabric, while the hem, which reached her hips, hugged her plump, moon-like rear in a sitting position, highlighting its alluring curves. Her beautiful legs were almost entirely exposed to the air, gleaming dazzlingly white under the lamplight.
Her usually ponytail-bound hair was let down, softening her usual spirited air with a touch of feminine allure. She was the epitome of a seductress.
In terms of looks alone, his cousin was the most beautiful among the five women in the household!
Yan Zhen tried again to start a conversation. “I don’t think I’ve seen this robe before, Cousin. Did you buy it new?”
Yan Ruyu nodded shyly and answered honestly. “Meng’er bought it for me. She said you’d like it if I wore it.”
The robe had a stark contrast in coverage: the top wrapped tightly around her, revealing just a teasing hint that itched at the heart, while the bottom was so short it barely covered her rear.
As she sat there, her plump rear pressed against the fabric, outlining every curve and flaunting her sensuality.
Meng’er certainly had an eye for fashion.
“It does look great,” Yan Zhen said, scratching his cheek. “But it prioritizes looks over warmth for the legs. Aren’t you cold?”
“I-It is a bit cold.” Yan Ruyu bit her lip, recalling her cousin’s earnest advice. She mustered her courage. “Um… could you… maybe use your mystic power to warm me up?”
“Eh?”
Yan Zhen blinked rapidly, wondering if he’d misheard. Was his cousin seducing him?
“I can, sure…”
“Then… please do.”
With that, Yan Ruyu lifted her legs and placed them on Yan Zhen’s lap. She leaned back on her hands, assuming a posture that invited his touch.
Looking at her like this, Yan Zhen suddenly felt the urge to tease her.
He coughed lightly.
A thin layer of fire mystic power gathered in his palm. Carefully, he covered her thigh with it, his hand gliding gently over her tender skin.
He could clearly feel her body tense up, her breathing growing heavier, though she made no sound. Her eyes squeezed shut, unwilling to watch him caress her.
Soon, Yan Ruyu felt that hot, mischievous hand sneaking under the hem of her robe, sliding along her inner thigh, inching closer to her most sensitive spot.
Waves of tingling pleasure radiated from her legs. Her heart pounded wildly, a mix of nervousness and anticipation as she awaited that moment.
Soon, she’d be taken by Yan Zhen over and over, toyed with relentlessly, driven to ecstasy until her soul nearly fled her body. Finally, he’d fill her completely, branding her body and soul as his, binding them together for life.
But just as Yan Ruyu thought the naughty deed was about to begin, his hand withdrew, returning innocently to her knee and kneading her legs with gentle, noncommittal strokes—as if he were truly just warming her.
Yan Ruyu froze.
Between his skilled touch and her own vivid imagination, she was already aroused beyond measure. Unable to hold back, she opened her eyes and gazed at her lover’s handsome profile. In a soft, pleading voice, she called out, “Yan Zhen…”
He turned to her with a gentle smile. “What’s wrong, Cousin? Did I hurt you?”
That smile shattered her defenses instantly, leaving her head spinning with one clear thought:
She wanted him—now!
Yet her naturally tsundere personality kept her from begging outright. She wore a troubled expression, looking at him pitifully, hoping he’d take the initiative.
But Yan Zhen merely tilted his head cutely, making heart-melting faces without any sign of advancing.
Yan Ruyu was getting desperate. Abandoning her restraint, she tried a more indirect seduction. “My legs aren’t cold anymore, but… other places are. Could you warm those up too?”
Yan Zhen feigned confusion. “Where? Your hands?”
Slowly, Yan Ruyu rolled over onto her stomach on the bed. She buried her flushed face in the pillow and wiggled her plump, moon-like rear. In a tiny voice, she said, “Here~”
Beneath the hem, her nearly bare, jade-like buttocks were presented right before Yan Zhen’s eyes, sending his desire skyrocketing.
—Cousin is so naughty!
Yan Zhen swallowed hard, then placed his hand on her.
That night, Yan Ruyu climaxed five times. Yan Zhen released twice inside her. Her moans echoed through the room until late into the night, keeping the girl next door, Mi Xue’er, wide awake.
Images of her best friend on all fours, butt raised as her lover thrust into her, kept flashing in Mi Xue’er’s mind. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and pleasured herself.
As dawn broke, Yan Ruyu—whose recovery was exceptionally strong—woke up. Gazing at Yan Zhen sleeping peacefully beside her, her heart swelled with sweetness.
However, Meng’er had said she had a way for them to accompany Yan Zhen to Holy Land Academy. Using the excuse of their impending separation to seduce him like this… if the truth came out later, would he…
The thought sent a fresh tingle through her core, the intense fullness from last night still lingering vividly.
“She still has energy left~”
Yan Ruyu muttered softly. While Yan Zhen was still asleep, she planned to get up and bathe.
Wrapped in her robe, she stepped out of the room, thinking no one would be up at this hour. To her surprise, Mi Xue’er emerged from the door across the hall at the same moment, catching her disheveled appearance in full view.
Blushing furiously, Yan Ruyu hurriedly covered the exposed glimpses of her body with her hands. Unable to help herself, she asked, “Xue’er, why are you up so early?”
Mi Xue’er clutched her clothes, also headed for a bath. She’d felt a bit guilty at first, but hearing Yan Ruyu’s words lit a fire in her.
—How dare she say that? Trying to pick a fight? Dumb Ruyu!
“I couldn’t sleep much, so I figured a bath might help clear my head. Want to join me, Ruyu?”
“Um.”
“Come on, then!”
“Ah? This…”
Yan Ruyu instinctively clamped her legs together. Normally, she’d be thrilled, but now she worried the traces from last night might give her away.
“Better not. You go first.”
“Oh, come on! I’ve listened to you all night—what’s there to hide now?”
“X-Xue’er~”
“Ahem, so… is Little Brother Yan Zhen as amazing as he seems? You were calling out so loudly, Ruyu.”
“Xue’er!”
