Corridor Temptations

Over the next few days, Wutan City appeared calm on the surface. Mo Lin successfully entered seclusion at his hidden refuge and became a proud Da Dou Shi!

Meanwhile, Ya Fei had been rather bored lately. The auction house's daily affairs had long since become second nature to her and offered no challenge; gathering top-tier ice and fire resources for the mysterious "Mr. Ice" was not something that could yield results overnight, and progress was slow; the headquarters in Jia Ma Sacred City had also been fairly peaceful recently, with no disturbances worth her careful maneuvering.

Such excessively tranquil days left her, accustomed to moving among various factions and enjoying the pleasures of control and strategy, feeling a rare sense of emptiness and... boredom.

That afternoon, the weather was clear. Warm sunlight filtered through the carved window lattice, casting dappled shadows across the quiet corridor in the rear courtyard of the Mietel Auction House.

After handling the few trivial matters at hand, Ya Fei lazily leaned against the vermilion railing of the corridor, gazing absentmindedly at several rare flowers blooming brilliantly in the courtyard.

She had not dressed up deliberately today. She wore only a loose, moon-white gown of soft fabric, its hem falling casually and outlining the graceful curves of her waist and hips even in her relaxed state.

Her dark hair had not been carefully arranged either, merely pinned up loosely with a simple jade hairpin. Several strands draped languidly beside her cheeks, adding a rare touch of casual softness to her usual charm and shrewdness.

The afternoon sunlight fell across her as though it had plated her in a faint halo. Her entire being radiated a lazy leisure, yet unconsciously revealed an innate, captivating allure.

Just as her thoughts drifted elsewhere, a steady set of footsteps approached from afar.

Ya Fei lifted her eyes carelessly and happened to see Mo Lin strolling over as if merely wandering around.

The youth wore a simple white robe, his posture straight and tall. Having just made his breakthrough, there was still a trace of sharpness and vigorous vitality between his brows that he could not completely conceal.

At the sight of Mo Lin, an exceedingly complicated emotion flashed through Ya Fei's peach-blossom eyes—appreciation for this newly risen genius, curiosity born from their previous encounters, and the faint trace of doubt she had never examined closely, left by the inexplicable chill at the alley entrance that day overlapping with the youth's retreating figure.

But those emotions were quickly replaced by the thought of finding some amusement.

The boredom of the past several days had given her the urge to tease this mysterious and outstanding youth.

"Oh, isn't this Wutan City's newly risen great genius, Young Master Mo Lin?" A lazy, alluring smile curved Ya Fei's lips. She did not stand, merely turned slightly as she leaned against the railing. Her eyes shimmered with casual flirtation as her gaze seemed to sweep over Mo Lin's entire body. "What brings you wandering into my quiet little place today, little sister?"

Her voice was softer than usual, carrying the husky magnetism of someone who had just woken up, enough to stir the heart.

She had originally intended to pass the time and find some amusement, while also enjoying the feeling of controlling the situation with her own charm.

She even deliberately loosened her relaxed collar slightly, revealing a small stretch of delicate, jade-like collarbone. Then, in a teasing low voice, she said, "Could it be that you've been cooped up in seclusion for days and got bored? Did you come looking for your sister to chat and relieve your boredom?"

If his state of mind had been steady as usual, Mo Lin might have calmly exchanged a few rounds with this manager born with seductive charm, enjoying the ambiguous banter and slowly competing with her.

But at that moment, he had just broken through to Da Dou Shi. The vitality and blood within him were more vigorous than ever, while the Yin Yang Energies surged through the newly formed vortex, brimming with life and a sense of power that nearly overflowed.

Moreover, after several days of single-minded seclusion and a long time without female companionship, his body's instinctive needs had been amplified to the extreme by the flourishing energy following his breakthrough.

And Ya Fei's lazy, relaxed appearance before him, especially the charm she unconsciously revealed in her current state, the indolent seduction in her words, and the graceful curves her loose clothes could not conceal, instantly became a spark falling upon dry grassland, explosively igniting the desire he had suppressed for days!

As he watched Ya Fei's languid posture, full of amusement and almost provocative, a dangerous, burning light flashed through Mo Lin's eyes.

Not only did he fail to show embarrassment or keep his distance as she expected, he instead stepped forward, instantly closing in on the railing. He bent down, his scorching breath directly brushing Ya Fei's delicate cheek as she tilted her head back slightly in surprise!

Ya Fei had not expected Mo Lin's reaction to be so forceful and direct. His sudden, aggressive approach left her briefly stunned, and her lazy posture instantly froze.

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

Mo Lin's arm shot out like lightning, passing through the gap in the railing and accurately wrapping around her waist, whose astonishing softness and elasticity could still be felt through the fabric!

"You...?" she cried out. Before she could finish, her soft, full body, carrying a faint warm fragrance and lazy aura, had already been forcefully pulled against the railing by Mo Lin's arm. Only the vermilion railing separated them, and they were close enough to clearly feel each other's body heat and heartbeats!

A scent mixed with a young man's scorching masculine presence and a wild, possessive desire instantly enveloped Ya Fei.

Her languid nerves immediately tightened, and her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

"Sister Ya Fei looks so languid today, and you're saying such suggestive things..." Mo Lin lowered his head, his scorching gaze unabashedly locking onto her slightly parted, naturally crimson lips. His voice was low, husky with desire. "Could it be that you're hinting to me... that we could do something more interesting than talking?"

His tone was full of unquestionable possessiveness and reversed flirtation, while the strength in his arm transmitted through the railing, domineering and resolute.

Ya Fei was stunned by his bold, presumptuous, utterly unexpected behavior!

As the manager of the Mietel Auction House, she usually dealt with all kinds of people. She had always been the one controlling the pace—when had anyone ever turned the tables on her and treated her so forcefully?

And the other party was only a young man!

A fierce surge of shame and anger rose within her. She instinctively struggled, her lazy expression replaced by a crimson blush. Both angry and flustered, she lowered her voice and rebuked him, "Mo Lin! How dare you! Let go of me now! When did I ever hint at anything?"

However, Mo Lin had just made his breakthrough, and the strength in his arm was astonishing. Her small struggles were utterly useless against absolute power.

Instead, the movement of her body made the friction across the railing even more ambiguous. The soft, elastic sensation kept reaching him, stoking the flames of desire in Mo Lin's eyes until they burned fiercely.

"How dare I?" Mo Lin chuckled. Not only did he not release her, he moved his face even closer. His heated breath, carrying an intense masculine scent, brushed over her sensitive cheek and loose strands of hair. "Weren't you just teasing me with that lazy, enchanting look? What, you're allowed to light the fire, but I'm not allowed to warm myself by it?"

His words were intensely aggressive and teasing. The hand around her waist even restlessly pinched the soft flesh at her side, carrying a familiar yet domineering implication.

The corridor was secluded, the afternoon sunlight warm, and the only sound around them was the faint rustle of the breeze brushing past flowers and leaves, adding several degrees of quiet ambiguity to the atmosphere.

Forcefully restrained against the railing, Ya Fei faced the scorching, powerful chest of a young man—though the railing lay between them. Feeling the astonishing heat emanating from his body and his irresistible dominance, she was ashamed and furious, yet strangely mixed with a flutter she had never experienced before: the thrill of having the tables turned on her, of having her lazy state forcefully shattered, and a secret sense of stimulation.

This Mo Lin was bold and reckless, filled with wild aggression and possessiveness. This completely uncontrolled experience was unfamiliar to her, yet... made her heart race. There was even a trace of excitement awakened by his dominance that she refused to admit.

"What... what exactly do you want?" Ya Fei's voice took on a trembling softness she did not even notice. Her breathing also became hurried, and beneath her loose collar, her chest rose and fell sharply, forming enticing waves.

She realized that the control and languid poise she had always prided herself on had been completely shattered before this youth.

Mo Lin looked at her pretty face, flushed with intoxicating redness, and those peach-blossom eyes that had become even more luminous and seductive from embarrassment, anger, and panic. The desire surging through his body was like a wild horse breaking free of its reins.

He lowered his head, his warm lips nearly touching the edge of her small, sensitive ear. In a low voice full of temptation and desire, audible only to the two of them, he whispered, "I don't want anything... I just think Sister Ya Fei, looking this lazy, needs a little more... passionate 'interruption.'"

Before Ya Fei could react, Mo Lin abruptly turned his head. With an irresistible dominance, his warm, soft, slightly damp lips pressed fiercely against her smooth, delicate cheek, flushed with an alluring redness from embarrassment and anger!

"Mm!" Ya Fei's delicate body shuddered as though struck by an electric current, and she froze completely!

She could clearly feel the warmth and softness of his lips, as well as the scorching heat and strength contained within them.

The kiss was brief but immensely forceful, carrying the overbearing quality of a declaration of possession. It left a clear sensation and a trace of vague damp heat on her languid cheek.

They separated at a touch!

Mo Lin did not linger. While Ya Fei was still stunned and dazed, he had already released his arm and taken a step back.

The wild, aggressive smile on his face faded somewhat, but his eyes remained burning, like a beast that had tasted its prey.

As though still unsatisfied, he brushed the corner of his lips with his thumb and smiled playfully. "As expected... a lazy beauty has a flavor all her own. Sister Ya Fei, if you get bored again next time, you can come find me to... 'relieve your boredom.'"

With that, he ignored Ya Fei's shocked, humiliated, furious, and incomprehensible reaction and turned toward the interior of the auction house.

His pace was calm and unhurried, even carrying a hint of swaggering pride. After all, in that little "game" provoked by Ya Fei's languid demeanor, he had completely turned the tables and won a decisive victory.

Ya Fei leaned alone against the cold corridor railing, breathing lightly as she raised a hand to touch the cheek he had just kissed. It seemed to retain the faint numbness and scorching warmth of being fiercely sucked.

The blush on her pretty face spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, and her heart pounded as rapidly as a drum.

Humiliation, anger, and the feeling of being offended surged over her like a tide. Yet strangely, they were mixed with an even stronger curiosity, an inexplicable flutter toward the loss of control, and even... a subtle feeling she was ashamed to admit, of being completely awakened from her languor by this domineering manner.

Her loose moon-white gown had also become somewhat disheveled from her earlier struggle, adding even more suggestive charm to her appearance.

"This... this little bastard!" She bit her full red lips and muttered through clenched teeth.

Though her tone was angry, it held less genuine killing intent and instead contained an indescribable complexity.

She had merely wanted to pass the time and lazily tease this young genius, but she had never expected that he would not only refuse to follow convention, but would instead instantly reverse the situation in such a forceful, domineering way.

He had turned her, the languid "hunter," into a "prey" caught off guard by a sudden attack, and had left behind such a... memorable kiss.