Are You Tempting Me?

"So sensitive—just a few touches and you're already this turned on?"

The man sat upright on the sofa in a sharp suit, his cool eyes carrying a hint of amusement.

Song Mingzhou barely managed to stand straight, his trembling hands braced against the man's shoulders. His voice was broken and seductive. "No, that's not it."

He let out a few soft breaths, his thin lips parting as a bead of sweat slid down his pale neck and disappeared into his half-open collar.

Beautiful, but not coquettish.

The sight made Duan Xun's heart skip, and a restless heat suddenly rose within him.

Just ten minutes earlier.

The drunken youth had barged into his room, kissing him without explanation and even sneaking his hands over Duan Xun's abs.

Duan Xun had recognized him at once—the rebellious young master of the Song Household.

A few years ago, he had seen him at Old Master Song's birthday banquet and happened to witness the young master causing a scene over a man from the countryside before cutting ties with his family.

He had thought the young master was a devoted romantic. Who would have expected him to be a lust-driven little rogue?

He had truly underestimated him.

"Ah..."

The youth's aggrieved, trembling voice slipped into his ears.

Duan Xun looked up at him.

His gaze was deep.

Song Mingzhou's scalp tingled under that profound look, his legs going weak. He bent over pitifully and tugged at Duan Xun's clothes, asking softly, "Brother, it hurts."

His exquisite, beautiful face drew close before Duan Xun's eyes.

Duan Xun's throat bobbed. He reached out and gripped Song Mingzhou's chin, his tone playful. "Are you tempting me?"

How did he figure it out? Was I that obvious?

The puzzled voice sounded by his ear. Duan Xun froze almost imperceptibly, staring at the other man's lips. Sure enough, they had not moved.

He really could hear this kid's thoughts.

Song Mingzhou denied it innocently. "Brother, you've misunderstood me. I really do feel uncomfortable."

His gaze was clear and innocent, yet it slowly drifted down like a hook, deliberately—or perhaps casually—coming to rest below Duan Xun's waist.

The thick, ambiguous atmosphere in the air was ready to ignite at the slightest touch.

A terrifying hunger colored Duan Xun's cold eyes. His fingertips lightly rubbed Song Mingzhou's lips as if admiring a flawless work of art, while an eager smile curved his mouth. "Are you an adult?"

Song Mingzhou said, "I'm twenty."

I'm actually twenty-four already. Pretending to be an innocent twenty-year-old little brother is easy. Little punk, this should have you completely hooked.

Duan Xun curved his lips and swept him onto his lap with one hand.

Song Mingzhou obediently looped his arms around his neck, rubbing his head against the man's neck like a cat. The gesture of affection could not have been clearer.

His increasingly heavy breathing sounded behind Song Mingzhou's ear.

Suddenly, Song Mingzhou was caught off guard as Duan Xun lifted him around the waist. Instinctively, he wrapped his legs around the man's waist and clung to him like an octopus.

System, System, I told you he wouldn't escape my grasp! I have to say, his body is really good. Those abs are gorgeous and well-defined, and that face is exactly my type. Damn.

System 527 broke out in a cold sweat. Leave once the mission is done. Don't get carried away by his looks and play too far, okay? You have a second mission in ten minutes.

Got it. I'll leave as soon as I finish the mission, all right?

Duan Xun's steps toward the bed paused.

He wanted to run?

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled. "The bed is boring. Let's go to the bathroom."

"Hm?"

Before Song Mingzhou could react, Duan Xun made a sharp turn into the bathroom. Song Mingzhou was placed on the sink, his legs spread to either side.

The man pulled open his jacket, his tall figure looming over him as he pressed Song Mingzhou's head against his chest.

"Bite them open."

He meant the buttons of the shirt underneath.

Tch.

Kind of perverted. I like it.

After muttering that internally, Song Mingzhou lifted his pale neck and looked up at Duan Xun with a pair of wet peach-blossom eyes. "Brother is handsome. Brother calls the shots."

With that, he obediently leaned forward and bit at the buttons on Duan Xun's shirt.

His scorching breath was burning hot.

A muffled groan escaped from above him, and the man's breathing grew heavier and heavier.

-[Ding. Host Song Mingzhou's key plot point has been successfully repaired. Current mission progress: 1/100.]

System 527 applauded. Host, you're amazing. You can retreat now.

OKK. Easy.

Song Mingzhou raised a hand to block Duan Xun's approaching lips. His lips brushed past Song Mingzhou's cheek, sending waves of tingling numbness through him. Goosebumps rose all over his body, and he shrank his head back.

"Brother, I suddenly remembered that I left the gas on at home. What if there's a fire? I need to go back."

As he spoke, Song Mingzhou tried to jump down.

Two large hands tightly clasped his waist and set him back on the sink like he was a doll. Duan Xun took off his shirt and grabbed Song Mingzhou's hand, guiding it downward.

The devil whispered:

"You only care if the house catches fire, not about the fire you started? Hm?"

"Mm..."

System 527 let out a piercing shriek. Ahhh!! Host, push him away! The plot only told you to seduce him. Undoing his clothes was enough—it wasn't supposed to be the real thing!

Song Mingzhou said, I... I can't push him away.

System 527 broke down. Bite him. Hurry up and bite him.

Song Mingzhou bit down on Duan Xun's shoulder. Duan Xun paused slightly, glanced sideways at the teeth marks, then picked him up and pressed him heavily against the cold tiles.

"So you like leaving marks on me. I like that too."

System 527 clutched its head and wept. You sick pervert! You're making him enjoy being bitten, too! Stop doing it, please stop doing it, I'm scared.

Song Mingzhou panted urgently. Fuck, he seems experienced.

System 527 said, Forget it. Let the world end.

Late at night.

Song Mingzhou was exhausted into unconsciousness, tears still hanging from his lashes. Marks covered his pale skin, while bruises stained his neck and thighs.

In his haze, he felt someone carry him to the bed and sleep with an arm around his waist.

By the time he woke up, the sky was already bright.

The spot beside him was empty as well.

Song Mingzhou shot upright like a dying man rising from his sickbed and blurted out, "Fuck!" The pain made him bare his teeth, and he flopped stiffly back down.

But.

That place behind him felt cool, as though medicine had been applied.

Song Mingzhou felt a little moved.

Seven, look how considerate he is. He even provides after-sales service after working so hard. Isn't that better than hiring someone? Great skills, considerate, and free. I didn't really lose out.

System 527, which had barely slept all night, clung limply to the wall with dark circles under its eyes and did not want to speak.

Just as Song Mingzhou was about to comfort it, the bathroom door opened.

The man was fully dressed, noble and proud, his brows and eyes filled with coldness. Yet when he turned and met Song Mingzhou's fixed stare, the corner of his lips lifted.

"Does it still hurt?"

Even his slightly hoarse voice sounded pleasant.

Song Mingzhou's fingertips curled up, and his face reddened. "It doesn't hurt."

It hurts so much! He has no idea how to be gentle with someone. I'm going to cry. Even if he's skilled, he can't be this unrestrained, can he? Is he trying to kill me?

Duan Xun watched that cool, obedient face with great interest, paired with the clear youthful voice in his head that kept grumbling and cursing. The contrast was striking.

Very interesting.

Ring, ring, ring.

A phone forgotten in some corner shattered the intimate atmosphere after the fact.

Duan Xun pulled the phone from a pile of clothes, glanced at the caller ID, then handed it over with an unreadable look in his eyes. "You certainly have plenty of brothers."

"??"

Song Mingzhou sat up and took the phone in confusion. When he saw the contact name "Brother Yanting," his vision went black, and he nearly threw the phone ten meters away.

What kind of filthy thing was this?

He hung up.

Song Mingzhou patted his chest in relief.

The moment he looked up, he met Duan Xun's half-smiling eyes and somehow felt a little guilty.

"Uh, he, I..."

"Is it that kind of relationship too?"

"No, he's just a friend. He's older than me, so that's why I saved him like that before." Freshly awake, Song Mingzhou still wore a lazy, dazed expression. "Brother, you're different."

Those words struck straight into Duan Xun's heart.

With both hands in his pockets, he walked toward the bed. "How am I different?"