Chapter 5.1 - Pushing Down (1/2)

Translator: Superbulat

When his lower part was being held by that little hand, Song Mo was hesitating if he should let go of her.

He was raising his arms up high around the back of Tang Huan’s neck, pinching the straps of her dudou between his fingers. If he let go now, her dudou would probably fall off. But, if he didn’t let go of her now that she could move, would she misunderstand anything? After all, this was an overly intimate posture.

Unfortunately, he was blindfolded, so he couldn’t tell if she had already covered herself or not, leaving him unable to decide when to let go.

She had said that her body was still a little numb and that she needed him to support her for a while, so Song Mo stiffly waited for her to recover.

When Tang Huan put her hand on Song Mo’s waist for ‘support’, his muscles tightened, and then, as if she ran out of strength, her head that had just left his shoulder fell back toward his chest. Her forehead bumped onto his neck, and he could smell her increasingly rich womanly scent. As her chest was pressed tightly against his, he could clearly feel something soft getting squashed and pushing him back in retaliation. And in the end, it was her unintentional hand movement that completely burned down his last remaining sanity.

She actually grabbed it and moved her hand up and down, even asking him what it was!

Song Mo instinctively bent down. He couldn’t care about dudous or straps anymore. He raised his hand intending to push her away.

Tang Huan was observing him. When she saw that he was about to push her shoulder, she pretended to be getting up, but secretly sent her chest towards Song Mo’s hand instead. “Donor Song, I-I didn’t mean to…I really didn’t know that that was… Ah, my clothes fell…”

She abruptly stopped talking when the big tanned hand was placed exactly on her breast.

And that unexpected sensation caused Song Mo’s body to freeze on the spot.

The flame of desire was ignited and surged from all parts of his body without warning. There seemed to be a beast hidden in his body, roaring to break free from its cage. Song Mo felt as if his body had caught fire, turning his face and ears bright red. His mind went blank, and he even forgot to withdraw his hand.

How did he touch that…

He didn’t mean to touch it.

He had no intention of doing so, but what would she think of him?

“I…” Song Mo wanted to draw back his trembling hand.

Tang Huan observed the suffering and forbearance in his eyes. The ragged breathing, the sharp rise and fall of his chest, and the thing that was propped up high in his pants, all of which indicated that this man was at his breaking point. If she missed this opportunity, she should give up on her ‘flower picking’ career.

She pulled down the dudou that was still hanging loosely on her chest, letting it hang around her waist with only the knot on her back, and grabbed Song Mo’s big hand that was about to leave. While pressing his hand against her breast ‘unintentionally’, she threw herself into his arms, wrapping her other arm around his neck and blowing into his ears, shyly confessing, “Donor Song, you saved my life, and now I am yours. If you want me, then just do it. I-I am willing to do it with you.” Her red lips swept across his face as she spoke.

“You, I didn’t…”

Song Mo attempted to explain that he didn’t have such intentions, but she suddenly pulled his neck down. He was kneeling at the time. Normally, a small and weak woman like her wouldn’t be able to drag him down, but now, he only had a sliver of clarity left in his mind, and the rest were raging fire. Thus, his body fell onto her uncontrollably.

“Because you saved my life, Donor Song, I am willing to give myself to you.”

Tang Huan said softly as she raised her head and wrapped her arms around his neck after her back touched the ground. Then, without giving him a chance to respond, she sealed his lips with hers, sucking and licking the lips that were slightly parted due to the shock, and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Song Mo struggled to get up, but his eyes were blindfolded, and in the darkness, his hand kept touching her unintentionally.

Tang Huan continued to deepen the kiss, and at the same time, stuck out her chest and swayed her waist skillfully, rubbing her tenderness against him. They wore lightly in the summer, so she could feel his majesty even through the clothes.

This man was of the finest quality in terms of appearance and physique.

Tang Huan was very satisfied with her choice of men.

Although she nearly died during her first ‘flower picking’ mission because of her carelessness, when she thought about being able to ‘pick’ him nine times in the dreams and that teasing him was so much fun, she felt that it wasn’t just a loss for her after all. If it was the real him, it would have been extremely difficult to approach such a cold man. Even if she was able to approach him, he was way too good at martial arts. No matter what trick she had on her sleeve, he could just end her life with a single strike from his sword. Unlike in the dream, where he was cute and naive, like an actual forest ranger.

She sucked his lips and tasted him.

In his ears, he heard the ambiguous squishing sounds along with the sultry whimpers from her throat. Song Mo’s body gradually went out of control.

Beneath him was her enchanting womanly body; in his mouth was her sweet and slippery tongue. In the face of such a strong temptation, Song Mo couldn’t help but hold her closer and responded clumsily.

Song Mo had forgotten who she and he were. He only knew that he was a man, and the woman under him said that she was willing to give herself to him. And he only knew that he was suffering from the burning heat, and that he suffered and felt good at the same time when he was pressing, kissing, touching, and colliding with this woman.

He felt that he had gone crazy, willingly going crazy.

He began his rough counterattack.

Tang Huan’s lips were slightly painful from his nibbling, but when Song Mo eagerly sucked and bit her delicate neck, there was a tinge of pleasure amidst the pain. Besides, when she thought about how this man had coldly killed her before and was now passionately claiming her after succumbing to her seduction, an indescribable pride rose in her heart. Her master was right. Men were hypocritical beings. Regardless of how upright they were during the day, they had a nasty side at night.

She just wanted this cold man named Song Mo to go rogue because of her.

Look how happy he was while eating with his head buried in her chest. Perhaps he couldn’t even imagine himself being capable of such an obscene action? It was true that lust was a natural instinct that needed no guidance.

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