"Qingchen, sooner or later, you’ll be mine. The whole world knows it; everyone believes we’ve already shared a bed. Rather than let people suspect I’m impotent, I might as well make the rumors come true and truly make you mine. Qingchen, if you stay silent, I’ll take it as your consent. I’m going to start now..."
Ninth Royal Uncle had originally only meant to scare Serena Feng, but seeing her still pretending to sleep at this point, he gritted his teeth in frustration. Since she insisted on playing dead, he might as well take some interest first...
A wave of scorching breath, the distinct scent of a man mixed with a cool bamboo fragrance, crashed over Serena, making her whole body go weak, unable to muster any strength.
Serena was no stranger to the smell of men. After all, she’d rolled through battlefields, and that sweaty, masculine scent was something she knew all too well. She’d smelled it so much she’d become numb to it—never felt a thing. But tonight...
The masculine scent on Ninth Royal Uncle was different—it left her limp and powerless. Unbidden, her mind flashed to what happened that day in the carriage. She realized her heart was speeding up, her fists clenched tight under the blanket, silently praying for Ninth Royal Uncle to just get lost.
She was sure Ninth Royal Uncle was just trying to scare her. If he really wanted her body, he wouldn’t be so careless, nor would he come to the Feng Estate—he’d take her straight to Ninth Prince Manor.
Here in the little courtyard of the West District, all she had to do was shout once and Ninth Royal Uncle’s plans would be ruined.
Truth was, Ninth Royal Uncle hadn’t planned to have Serena tonight, nor did he intend to be so reckless. He couldn’t give her a title right now, and he wouldn’t let her be wronged in some random place—let alone take her body as a joke.
But Serena kept pretending to sleep, so Ninth Royal Uncle slowly closed the distance between them. Seeing she had no intention of stopping him, he stopped hesitating and pressed his whole weight down on her.
Since he was taking some interest, he might as well take a little more. He’d held back for so long—he was reaching his limit.
The sudden weight startled Serena, snapping her out of her act—she couldn’t pretend to sleep anymore. Her eyes flew open and she shoved the man on top of her: "Nin—"
"Don’t talk." Ninth Royal Uncle lowered his head, sealed Serena’s lips with his, then flicked his wrist to let down the bed curtains. Layer upon layer of gauze blocked out the moonlight, turning the small bed into a world of its own.
Ambiguous. Aroused.
It was so dark, so shadowed, that Ninth Royal Uncle’s eyes seemed even brighter. The desire in them was laid bare for Serena to see.
Serena was stunned on the spot. Just a second ago, Ninth Royal Uncle had been perfectly restrained—how did he turn into a wolf the instant he pinned her down? And not just any wolf—a lecherous one.
Serena didn’t realize that, faced with the woman he loved, a man’s desire could be sparked so easily. Ninth Royal Uncle really hadn’t planned this, but the moment he toppled her and felt her softness in his arms, desire overwhelmed reason.
Everyone already knew Serena was his. If he took her, so be it. He wanted to wait for the day she’d willingly give herself to him, wanted it to be open and aboveboard—but he couldn’t wait anymore. He wanted her so badly he was going crazy. If he didn’t let out some of that pent-up desire, he’d probably die of frustration.
"Serena, I can’t wait any longer. Tonight—just tonight..." I’ll make it up to you, I swear!
"No, you can’t—no!" A woman only gets one first night; how could it be so careless? Serena didn’t want this—she wasn’t ready at all.
Everything was happening too suddenly, too fast. Serena couldn’t think at all—she could only instinctively refuse, trying to shove him off, only to find...
She only spaced out for a moment, and suddenly her clothes were stripped off by Ninth Royal Uncle. Luckily, it was dark enough inside that nothing could be seen clearly.
Serena was grateful it was nighttime. If it were broad daylight and she was lying beneath Ninth Royal Uncle like this, she’d die of embarrassment. He was way too wicked!
"Qingchen, you’re not angry about what happened today, and you accept that we’re as good as married. So what’s stopping you now? Qingchen, you should know—I like you." When Serena refused, Ninth Royal Uncle stopped moving, lying on top of her, breathing heavily.
Serena’s words brought back a bit of his reason. Tonight wasn’t the right time; he’d just taken advantage of her vulnerability. Serena had said no—unless he forced her, and he... didn’t want to do that.
Serena froze. In the darkness, their eyes met, and she saw the desire he was struggling to suppress. Flustered, she looked away and shifted uneasily.
She hadn’t expected that just pretending to sleep would lead to all this.
"Don’t move." Ninth Royal Uncle lowered his head and bit hard on Serena’s pale neck. "Move again and I really won’t be able to hold back."
As he spoke, Ninth Royal Uncle shifted a little. "You should understand—I want you. I want you very much."
Serena didn’t dare move a muscle now. She just whispered, "Ninth Royal Uncle, don’t get carried away."
Was she really going to lose her virginity like this? She wasn’t ready at all.
Uh... Prepared? Prepared for what? Serena didn’t know either. She only knew that tonight was way too sudden. If she guessed right, Ninth Royal Uncle had probably come to discuss something serious—so how did they end up in bed, with their clothes gone, before talking about anything at all?
"Don’t worry. If you’re unwilling, I won’t force you." Ninth Royal Uncle just lay there on top of Serena, not moving at all.
Serena could feel the temperature rising between them, her body reacting in unnatural ways...
She wanted to push Ninth Royal Uncle away. If things kept going like this, once he calmed down, it would be her body’s turn to react.
"Qingchen, look—you want me too." Ninth Royal Uncle was clearly pleased with the changes in Serena’s body. His right hand slid downward, calloused fingers leaving faint red marks on her delicate skin. Serena couldn’t help but tremble, feeling so good she let out a soft moan.
She always gave in to Ninth Royal Uncle more than anyone else. Even when he acted so shamelessly, all she did was refuse him with words—never with real action. She was torn, unsure whether she should give in to her feelings and just be with him.
In the darkness, Ninth Royal Uncle’s eyes were full of laughter. His right hand lingered on Serena’s slender waist, caressing her back and forth, and she couldn’t help but let out another soft cry.
Ninth Royal Uncle really knew how to tease. Serena would bet her life on it—she’d been thoroughly teased by him tonight.
"Full hips, slender waist, skin like congealed fat—turns out, in bed, you’re even more enchanting than I imagined, Qingchen."
He was teasing her—absolutely teasing her. Not just with his hands, but with his words too. Serena’s face instantly burned hot.
The very next second, Serena’s anger flared...
Bastard—not only did he take advantage of her, now he was teasing her with words too. Did he really think she was that easy to bully?
Forget all that blushing and shyness—let it go to hell. Ninth Royal Uncle hadn’t come here to talk business at all; he was just a petty thief, sneaking in to steal fragrance and jade.
She didn’t know where the strength came from, but Serena suddenly flipped them over, pinning Ninth Royal Uncle beneath her and straddling his waist. She grabbed a piece of clothing from the bed, wrapped it around herself, then leaned forward, lips close to his ear, and whispered...