Hallway Amorousness

For the next few days, Wutan City was outwardly calm. Mo Lin successfully entered seclusion at his hidden base and became a glorious Dou Grandmaster!

Meanwhile, Ya Fei had been feeling rather bored lately. The daily affairs of the auction house were already second nature to her, lacking any challenge. Gathering top-tier ice and fire resources for the mysterious "Mr. Ice" was also not something that could yield results overnight, with slow progress. The headquarters in Jia Ma Sacred City had also been quite peaceful recently, with no major storms for her to navigate.

This overly uneventful life made her, who was accustomed to navigating between various factions and enjoying the thrill of control and games, feel a rare sense of emptiness and... boredom.

One afternoon, the weather was fine, and the warm sun shone through the carved window lattices, casting dappled shadows on the quiet corridor in the backyard of the Mietel Auction House.

Ya Fei finished the few remaining trivial matters at hand and leaned lazily against the vermilion railing of the corridor, gazing absently at the several rare flowers blooming vibrantly in the courtyard.

She hadn't dressed up deliberately today, wearing only a soft, loose moon-white long dress at home. The hem of the skirt draped casually, outlining her still graceful curves even in her relaxed state.

Her black hair was also not meticulously styled, merely loosely tied up with a simple jade hairpin. A few strands of hair lazily fell by her cheeks, adding a rare touch of casualness and softness to her usual charming shrewdness.

The warm afternoon sun bathed her, as if gilding her with a faint halo, exuding an aura of lazy leisure that, however, inadvertently revealed her natural allure.

Just as she was lost in thought, the sound of unhurried footsteps approached from a distance.

Ya Fei casually raised her eyes and happened to see Mo Lin strolling over as if he had nothing better to do.

The young man was dressed in a simple white robe, his posture upright. Having just broken through, a trace of sharpness and vibrant energy that he couldn't completely conceal still lingered in his eyes.

Upon seeing Mo Lin, a complex expression flashed across Ya Fei's peach blossom eyes – admiration for this newly emerged genius, curiosity stemming from their past interactions, and the lingering subtle traces of doubt from the inexplicable chill and the boy's retreating figure at the alley entrance that day, which she herself hadn't delved into.

However, at this moment, these emotions were quickly replaced by a thought of "finding some fun."

The boredom of the past few days had sparked a desire to tease this mysterious and outstanding young man.

"Oh, isn't this the newly emerged great genius of Wutan City, Young Master Mo Lin?" Ya Fei's lips curved into a lazy and charming smile. She didn't get up, merely turned slightly, leaning against the railing, her eyes twinkling with a hint of casual teasing as she scanned Mo Lin from head to toe. "What brings you to my quiet little place today?"

Her voice was softer than usual, with a husky magnetism like someone who had just woken up, tugging at the heartstrings.

She had intended to pass the time and find some amusement, while also enjoying the feeling of being in control of the situation with her charm.

She even deliberately loosened the collar of her loose dress a little, revealing a small section of her exquisite, jade-like collarbone, and said in a playful tone, "Could it be that you're bored after days of seclusion and want to talk to your sister to relieve your boredom?"

If it were during her usual calm state, Mo Lin might have leisurely exchanged a few words with this naturally alluring manager, enjoying the ambiguous banter and slowly playing the game.

But at this moment, having just broken through to Dou Grandmaster, his blood essence was unprecedentedly vigorous. The Yin and Yang energies surged and flowed under the impetus of the newly formed vortex, filled with vitality and an almost overflowing sense of power.

Coupled with days of seclusion, with a focused mind and long absence from women, his primal physical needs were amplified to the extreme by this post-breakthrough vigor.

And Ya Fei's current lazy, relaxed, and naturally alluring appearance, especially the charm she inadvertently exuded in her relaxed state, the lazy teasing in her words, and the graceful curves that her loose dress couldn't conceal, instantly ignited like sparks on dry grass, completely igniting the lust he had suppressed for days with a "boom"!

Looking at Ya Fei's playful and almost provocative lazy posture, a dangerous and fiery glint flashed in Mo Lin's eyes.

Instead of showing embarrassment or maintaining distance as she expected, he took a step forward, instantly closing the distance to the railing, leaning down, his hot breath directly spraying onto Ya Fei's delicate face, which was tilted slightly upward in surprise!

Ya Fei hadn't expected Mo Lin's reaction to be so forceful and direct. She was slightly stunned by his sudden, aggressive approach, her lazy posture instantly stiffening.

She instinctively wanted to retreat, but her back was already against the railing, with nowhere to go.

Mo Lin's arm had already shot out like lightning, passing through the gaps in the railing, and accurately wrapped around her waist, which felt astonishingly resilient even through the soft fabric!

"You...?" she exclaimed, but before she could finish, her soft, plump body, carrying a faint warm fragrance and a lazy aura, was forcefully pulled towards the railing by Mo Lin's arm. The two were separated only by a vermilion railing, so close that they could clearly feel each other's body heat and heartbeats!

A scent mixed with the hot, masculine aura of a young man and a wild possessiveness instantly enveloped Ya Fei.

It made her lazy nerves instantly tense, her heart beating uncontrollably faster.

"Sister Ya Fei looks so lazy today, and you're saying things that invite imagination..." Mo Lin lowered his head, his hot gaze locked unabashedly onto her slightly parted, naturally rosy lips, which were parted in astonishment. His voice was deep, with a husky magnetism born of desire. "Aren't you implying that... I can do something more interesting than just talking?"

His tone was filled with undeniable possessiveness and a provocative challenge, and the strength of his arm transmitted through the railing was overbearing and firm.

Ya Fei was stunned by his bold, outrageous, and completely unexpected actions!

As the manager of the Mietel Auction House, she usually navigated between all sorts of people, always controlling the rhythm. When had she ever been countered like this, treated so forcefully?

And moreover, the other party was just a young boy!

A strong sense of shame and anger instantly surged in her heart. She instinctively struggled, her lazy expression replaced by a blush. Angrily and anxiously, she lowered her voice and reprimanded, "Mo Lin! How dare you! Let go quickly! Who is implying anything!"

However, Mo Lin had just broken through, and his arm strength was astonishing. Her struggling was completely useless against absolute power.

Instead, due to the twisting of her body, the friction against the railing through the gaps only added to the ambiguity. The elastic, soft touch kept coming, further fueling the flames of desire in Mo Lin's eyes.

"How dare I?" Mo Lin chuckled. Not only did he not let go, but he moved his face even closer, his hot breath carrying a strong masculine scent, brushing against her sensitive cheeks and scattered hair. "Wasn't Sister Ya Fei just using that lazy and charming look to provoke me? What, you can light the fire, but I can't warm myself?"

His words were filled with strong aggression and teasing. The hand behind her waist even restlessly squeezed the soft flesh on her side, with a possessive and overbearing meaning.

The corridor was quiet, the afternoon sun was warm, and the only sound was the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze, adding to the serene and ambiguous atmosphere.

Ya Fei was forcefully held against the railing by him. In front of her was the young man's burning, powerful chest (even though separated by the railing). She felt the astonishing heat radiating from his body and his irresistible dominance. Her heart was filled with shame and anger, but strangely, it was mixed with a sense of being outmaneuvered, of her lazy state being forcefully broken, and a secret thrill she had never experienced before.

This Mo Lin, audacious and reckless, full of wild aggression and possessiveness, this completely out-of-control experience was both unfamiliar and... made her heart race, even with a hint of excitement, which she was unwilling to admit, awakened by this dominance.

"You... what do you want?" Ya Fei's voice carried a tremor and softness that she herself didn't notice. Her breathing also became rapid. Beneath the loose collar, her chest rose and fell with her breathing, forming alluring waves.

She found that her pride in her control and her lazy demeanor had been completely shattered by this young man.

Mo Lin looked at her flushed face and her peach blossom eyes, which were even more watery and charming due to her shame and panic. The desire surging within him was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

He lowered his head, his warm lips almost touching her sensitive, small ear. In a low voice, filled with seduction and desire, audible only to the two of them, he whispered, "I don't want anything... I just feel that Sister Ya Fei, in this lazy state, needs a bit more... passionate 'disturbance'."

With that, before Ya Fei could react, Mo Lin suddenly turned his head and, with an irresistible dominance, pressed his soft, slightly moist lips fiercely onto her smooth, delicate cheek, which was flushed with alluring redness due to shame and anger!

"Mmph!" Ya Fei's delicate body trembled violently, as if struck by electricity. She instantly froze!

She could clearly feel the warmth, softness, and the burning passion and power contained within those lips.

This kiss, brief yet incredibly impactful, was as possessive as a declaration of ownership, leaving a clear sensation and a faint trace of warmth on her languid cheek.

They parted as quickly as they touched!

Mo Lin didn't linger. While Ya Fei was still stunned and dazed, he had already released her and taken a step back.

The aggressive, wild smile on his face softened slightly, but his eyes remained burning, like a predator savoring the taste of its prey.

He licked his lips with his thumb as if still unsatisfied, chuckling playfully. "As expected... a languid beauty has a unique charm. Sister Ya Fei, if you ever feel bored again, you can come find me to... 'relieve' it."

With that, he turned and walked into the auction house, not bothering to look at Ya Fei's shocked, indignant, and complex expression.

His steps were unhurried, even carrying a hint of smug triumph. After all, the "game" that Ya Fei's languid posture had initiated, but which he had completely turned around, was a decisive victory for him.

Ya Fei leaned alone against the cool corridor railing, breathing slightly heavily. She raised a hand to her cheek, the spot that had just been kissed, where a lingering numbness and heat from the forceful suction seemed to remain.

A blush spread from her cheeks to the roots of her ears, her heart pounding like a drum.

Shame, anger, and a sense of being violated washed over her like a tide. Yet, strangely mixed within it was a stronger surge of curiosity, an inexplicable thrill at the loss of control, and even... a subtle feeling she was too ashamed to admit, a sense of being thoroughly awakened from her languor by such a domineering act.

Her loose, moon-white gown was now slightly disheveled from her struggles, adding to her alluring charm.

"This... this little scoundrel!" she muttered, biting her full red lips.

While her tone was angry, it lacked true murderous intent, replaced instead by an ineffable complexity.

She had merely intended to pass the time, to lazily toy with this young genius. She never expected him to not only play by his own rules but to instantly reverse the situation with such forceful dominance.

He had turned her, the languid "hunter," into the "prey" who was suddenly attacked, leaving behind such... a memorable kiss.