Intimate Contact

The afternoon streets were still bustling, with traffic and pedestrians weaving together into a cacophony.

Lin Mo walked ahead, both hands in his pockets. His pace was unhurried, carrying an air of careless ease.

Su Wanqing followed behind with her head lowered, her fingers gripping her bag strap tightly.

She did not know whether this decision of hers was right or wrong.

But she knew that this was the only... lifeline she could grasp at the moment.

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

The curtains were drawn, and the lights had been dimmed.

Su Wanqing stood beside the bed, her fingers trembling as she undid the buttons of her cardigan.

One, two... Her movements were very slow. With every button she undid, her breathing grew more hurried.

Lin Mo sat in a chair. He had originally intended to cross his legs and strike a composed pose, only to discover that his knees were trembling slightly too.

He could only clasp his hands together on his lap and squeeze them tightly, trying to conceal his nervousness.

"Nervous?" he asked, his voice a little hoarser than he had expected.

"Mm." Su Wanqing lowered her head, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible. She bit her lower lip, and her eyelashes trembled.

"Relax." Lin Mo said it more as if he were speaking to himself.

He drew a deep breath and tried to steady his voice. "Just treat it as... an experience."

The words offered no comfort whatsoever.

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

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

Underneath was a white camisole with thin straps. The fabric was so thin that it was almost translucent beneath the dim lighting.

The outline of the black lace lingerie underneath could be seen clearly, along with its astonishing fullness.

Lin Mo's breathing suddenly caught.

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

Seeing her now, almost naked before him, delivered an entirely different level of impact.

Her breasts nearly strained against the thin fabric, while her waist was so slender that it could almost be encircled with one hand, creating a breathtaking contrast.

Her skin glowed with an ivory sheen beneath the dim yellow light, smooth and delicate.

Lin Mo felt his throat go dry and swallowed unconsciously.

Biting her lip, she reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra.

The black lace bra came loose, but she did not take it off immediately. Instead, she paused for several seconds, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

Then, as if she had finally made up her mind, she slowly slipped the bra off.

Lin Mo's pupils contracted slightly.

He had only sketched out such a scene in his fantasies during the dead of night before, but reality was far more impactful than his imagination.

Su Wanqing's face was already flushed crimson. Even her neck and collarbones were tinged pink.

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

"Zzzip—"

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

The short skirt fell to the floor.

One piece of clothing after another slid down around her feet.

At last, she stood completely naked before Lin Mo.

Under the lights, her body was as fair as jade. She was tall, and her curves were full in all the right places.

Indeed... she was beautiful. And very large too—probably a G cup.

Lin Mo felt something in his mind explode with a buzzing sound.

All his composure and calculations were overwhelmed by his most primitive instincts in that instant.

He rose almost mechanically and walked over to her.

Su Wanqing closed her eyes, her body trembling slightly.

Lin Mo reached out and gently stroked her cheek, then her neck, her collarbone, moving downward...

"Open your eyes," he said.

Trembling, Su Wanqing opened her eyes.

"Remember," he said. "This was your own choice."

Then Lin Mo bent down and kissed her.

An hour later.

Lin Mo collapsed onto the bed, gasping heavily, his entire body slick with sweat.

He felt as though he had been emptied out, yet deep in his heart, an indescribable satisfaction spread through him.

Su Wanqing lay on her side beside him, her back to him, wrapped tightly in the quilt.

Her shoulders trembled faintly, and muffled sobs came from beneath the covers.

Lin Mo leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette.

He took a drag and blew out a smoke ring.

"Regretting it?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

The sobbing beneath the quilt stopped. Several seconds later, a muffled voice answered, "...No."

After a pause, she added, "It's just... a little sad."

Lin Mo fell silent. He tapped the ash from his cigarette and watched the ember flicker in the dim room.

"Normal," he said. "It was your first time."

Thinking of what had just happened, he added, "Still, your... learning ability really is pretty good."

Su Wanqing's shoulders began to tremble even more violently at those words.

Lin Mo smiled and stopped teasing her.

He stubbed out the cigarette and got up to put on his clothes.

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

"...Mm." Su Wanqing answered dully.

After getting dressed, Lin Mo walked to the door, then turned back for another look at her.

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

With that, he opened the door and walked out.

The door closed.

Only Su Wanqing remained in the room.

She finally could not hold back any longer, burying her face in the pillow and sobbing softly.

But after crying for several minutes, she forced herself to stop.