Intimate Contact

The afternoon street was still bustling with people, a cacophony of traffic and pedestrians.

Lin Mo walked ahead, hands in his pockets, his steps unhurried, exuding a casual ease.

Su Wanqing followed behind, head down, her fingers tightly gripping the strap of her bag.

She didn't know if this decision was right or wrong.

But she knew it was the only lifeline she could grasp right now.

Half an hour later, in a room at a chain hotel near the school.

The curtains were drawn, and the lights were dimmed.

Su Wanqing stood by the bed, her fingers trembling as she unbuttoned her cardigan.

One, two... her movements were slow, and with each button she undid, her breathing grew more rapid.

Lin Mo sat in a chair, originally intending to cross his legs with a composed posture, but found his knees trembling slightly.

He clasped his hands on his lap, gripping them tightly, trying to hide his nervousness.

"Nervous?" he asked, his voice drier than expected.

"Mm," Su Wanqing replied, head down, her voice barely audible. She bit her lower lip, her eyelashes fluttering.

"Relax," Lin Mo said, the words sounding more like they were for himself.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice: "Just think of it... as an experience."

The words offered no comfort.

Su Wanqing closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and finally unbuttoned the last button.

The cardigan slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor with a soft rustle.

Underneath, she wore a thin white camisole, the fabric so light it was almost transparent in the dim light.

The outline of the black lace bra beneath was clearly visible, along with its astonishing fullness.

Lin Mo's breath hitched.

He had known Su Wanqing had a good figure before, but he had seen her through clothes in the art studio.

Seeing her now, almost naked before him, the impact was on a completely different level.

Her breasts seemed about to burst the thin fabric, yet her waist was slender enough to be held in one hand, creating a breathtaking contrast.

Her skin, under the dim yellow light, had an ivory-like luster, smooth and delicate.

Lin Mo felt his throat go dry and swallowed involuntarily.

She bit her lip and reached behind her back, unclasping her bra.

The black lace bra loosened, but she didn't remove it immediately. Instead, she paused for a few seconds, her chest rising and falling with her breath.

Then, as if making up her mind, she slowly pulled the bra down.

Lin Mo's pupils constricted slightly.

He had only sketched such scenes in his fantasies late at night, but reality was far more impactful than his imagination.

Su Wanqing's face was flushed red, even her neck and collarbones tinged with pink.

Her hands moved to her waist, fumbling for the side zipper of her skirt.

"Zzzip--"

The sound of the zipper sliding down was particularly jarring in the silence.

The skirt fell to the floor.

Piece by piece, her clothes slid to the ground.

Finally, she stood naked before Lin Mo.

In the light, her body was as fair as jade, her figure tall and slender, her curves perfectly full.

She was indeed... very beautiful. And large, probably a G-cup.

Lin Mo felt something in his mind explode with a "buzz."

All his composure, all his calculations, were swept away in this moment by the most primal instinct.

He stood up almost mechanically and walked towards her.

Su Wanqing closed her eyes, her body trembling slightly.

Lin Mo reached out, gently caressing her cheek, then her neck, collarbones, and moving downwards...

"Open your eyes," he said.

Su Wanqing trembled and opened her eyes.

"Remember," he said, "this is your choice."

Then Lin Mo leaned down and kissed her.

An hour later.

Lin Mo collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air, sweat drenching his body.

He felt completely drained, yet deep down, an indescribable sense of satisfaction bloomed.

Su Wanqing lay beside him, her back to him, wrapped tightly in the blanket.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and suppressed sobs emanated from beneath the covers.

Lin Mo leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette.

He took a drag and blew out a smoke ring.

"Regret it?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse.

The sobbing from under the blanket stopped. After a few seconds, a muffled voice came, "...No."

She paused, then added, "Just... a little sad."

Lin Mo fell silent. He flicked the ash off his cigarette, watching the ember glow and fade in the dim room.

"It's normal," he said. "First time."

He recalled the events just passed and added, "But you... your learning ability is indeed quite good."

Su Wanqing's shoulders shook even more violently at his words.

Lin Mo chuckled and stopped teasing her.

He stubbed out his cigarette and got up to get dressed.

"I'm leaving," he said. "After we enter the game tonight, if you sense my direction, head that way. Be careful on your way, don't die."

"...Mm," Su Wanqing muffled her reply.

Lin Mo finished dressing and walked to the door, then looked back at her.

"Oh, right," he said. "If you're lucky enough to actually find me... remember to perform well. I like useful people."

With that, he opened the door and walked out.

The door closed.

In the room, only Su Wanqing remained.

She could no longer hold back, burying her face in the pillow and crying softly.

But after a few minutes of crying, she forced herself to stop.