Chapter 47: The Flower is Withered
"Why... Why does it feel... so good... I want that bad guy Tang Yin to keep going deeper. To play with me, to toy with me forcefully like he did last night. But... but... the person I like is Xiao Gang. Xiao Gang is still right in front of me, how can I have these thoughts and want Tang Yin to continue touching me?"
As she struggled to hold back her voice, Liu Erlong couldn't stop herself from enjoying Tang Yin's touch. Despite her conflicted feelings, deep down she wanted him to go further, to reach the depths of her being, to push her to the point of fainting from the pleasure.
But every time she glanced at Yu Xiaogang, sitting right there on the sofa, and saw his confused face, especially after hearing her accidental moan, shame and anger surged within her. Her fists clenched as she tried to summon the will to stop Tang Yin from tormenting her. Yet, she didn't dare to move or stop him.
She feared he would reveal everything to Yu Xiaogang, that he would tell him about the things they had done. And worse, that Yu Xiaogang would see Tang Yin's hands moving freely over her body in such an intimate way.
Liu Erlong was trapped in a torturous dilemma, her mind filled with shame while her body betrayed her, enjoying the sensations that Tang Yin was creating.
As he teased her, pushing her closer to the edge, she struggled to control herself. She wanted to give in, to let the building wave of pleasure crash, but knowing that Yu Xiaogang was right there forced her to hold back.
"Are you sure you're okay, Erlong?" Yu Xiaogang, still sitting on the sofa, asked with concern. He sensed something was off with her.
Liu Erlong wanted to cry out, I'm not okay! Tang Yin is driving me crazy! He's touching me... I'm so confused...
But she couldn't say a word. If she opened her mouth, she feared she would let out another embarrassing sound. So she bit her lip, her face flushed, trying to endure the overwhelming sensations Tang Yin was creating inside her.
Tang Yin, who was still tormenting her, spoke casually to Yu Xiaogang: "Master, I think the dean is fine. She might have just stayed up too late last night, thinking too much about someone important to her."
Yu Xiaogang felt a pang of guilt. He wondered if Liu Erlong had been thinking about him all night, unable to sleep. If only he had gathered the courage sooner, they could've talked things through, and he could have comforted her.
As Yu Xiaogang gazed at Liu Erlong's flushed face, her tightly clenched lips, and her furrowed brows, he assumed she was struggling with some inner conflict. He had no idea that her strange expressions were the result of Tang Yin's relentless teasing, touching her in places Yu Xiaogang could never imagine.
Determined, Yu Xiaogang stood up from the sofa, emotions swirling inside him. He had made up his mind. He couldn't let anyone come between him and Liu Erlong, not even their shared bloodline. Ethics and morality meant nothing compared to his love for her.
But as soon as he stood, his head spun. His body, weakened by a night of sleeping outside and the cold wind, gave out. He collapsed back onto the sofa, pale and disoriented.
Liu Erlong, seeing this, felt a rush of concern for Yu Xiaogang. She wanted to help him, but the moment she tried to move, Tang Yin's hand became more insistent, pushing her closer and closer to a breaking point. She was paralyzed by the intensity, unable to move without losing control in front of Yu Xiaogang.
Tang Yin, enjoying the situation, leaned closer to her and whispered, "Dean, does this feel good? Do you want me to stop? If you don't want it, I'll leave."
Liu Erlong, unable to speak, shook her head slightly, silently begging him not to stop.
Tang Yin smirked, knowing she was fully under his control. He continued his relentless teasing, but just as Liu Erlong was about to reach her peak, the hand that had been driving her wild withdrew.
Suddenly, the pleasure stopped.
At the same moment, Yu Xiaogang slowly regained his senses on the sofa, oblivious to everything that had just happened in front of him.
Tang Yin, now grinning wickedly, held up his wet fingers in front of Liu Erlong's face. "Dean, look. My hand is all wet. There's this strange, sticky liquid. What do you think it is?"
Liu Erlong stared at his hand, frozen in shame and fury, while Yu Xiaogang looked on, puzzled by Tang Yin's cryptic words.
"What are you talking about, Tang Yin?" Yu Xiaogang asked, completely clueless.
Liu Erlong turned her face away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She couldn't look at Tang Yin, and she definitely couldn't say anything. She was too afraid that Yu Xiaogang might figure out what had just happened. Worse, she felt the moisture continuing to seep out from her, completely betraying her desires.
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