Extreme Conquest l

Night deepened, and the last lamp in the house went out.

Tang Wulin was "banished" to the master bedroom, while Gu Yue hugged her thin blanket and returned to the guest room. Officially, she had left him with this remark: "Don't you have to get up early tomorrow? I make too much noise when I sleep. I'm afraid I'll wake you up and affect your 'rest and recovery.'"

Tang Wulin stood at the master bedroom door, watching Gu Yue's retreating figure. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he did not dare argue. He could only obediently retreat into the room and close the door.

In the guest room, Gu Yue did not fall asleep immediately.

Fresh from her shower and carrying the faint scent of body wash, she sank into the soft guest bed. She usually slept in the large bed in the master bedroom, but after changing environments, she found herself unable to sleep. The air conditioner made a faint humming sound as it blew cool air, while the occasional distant car horn outside only made the room seem even quieter.

The scene from that evening rose uncontrollably in her mind.

"That idiot..." Gu Yue turned over and buried her face in the pillow, trying to drive away those blush-inducing images.

Yet the more she suppressed them, the more her curiosity grew like wild grass.

What exactly were those things he watched like? Extreme Conquest? The name alone sounded absurd. That blockhead Tang Wulin had probably just been thrown off by the movements inside. He probably did not understand anything about technique or aesthetics, did he?

As if possessed, Gu Yue reached out and felt for the phone on the bedside table.

After unlocking it, the screen's glow felt somewhat glaring in the darkness. She hesitated for a full minute, her fingertip hovering over the screen. In the end, a mix of scrutiny, vigilance, and a trace of unspeakable curiosity drove her to open the browser.

She deftly typed "Extreme Conquest movie" into the search bar and tapped search.

Almost instantly, the page loaded, and several conspicuous thumbnails popped up. The compositions were bold, the tones dim, and the male and female leads' bodies were tangled together in poses... that were highly unusual.

Holding her breath, Gu Yue tapped the shortest video preview.

Even though she had prepared herself mentally, the visual impact still exceeded what she could bear.

This was not the simple "instructional" material she had imagined, but a nearly violent performance steeped in dominance and submission. The camerawork was intensely aggressive; it did not even need dialogue. Bodies and ragged breaths alone conveyed a suffocating sense of oppression.

Wasn't this just a variation of bondage and control?

Gu Yue's pupils contracted slightly. It was not merely a collision of bodies; it felt more like the crushing of one will by another.

"Gasp..."

Gu Yue sucked in a sharp breath and instinctively squeezed her legs together.

The rhythm on-screen grew faster and faster. That unrestrained, nearly savage taking seemed to carry warmth through the screen. Gu Yue felt an inexplicable soreness and flutter deep in her lower abdomen, followed by a gathering warmth that made her freeze in place.

It was too stimulating.

Too direct.

It even... felt a little too real.

It was completely different from the restrained, even somewhat routine married life she knew. This "game," brimming with danger, carried a temptation that could destroy reason.

Smack!

As if burned, Gu Yue abruptly slapped the phone face-down onto the pillow. The screen went dark at once, and the room sank back into darkness.

Her heart was racing wildly, her chest heaving as though she had just finished a long run. The physical reaction she had experienced a moment ago filled her with shame, quickly followed by rising anger.

"This is way too wild!"

She cursed inwardly, her cheeks burning fiercely.

No, absolutely not!

Tang Wulin was already prone to getting carried away. If he learned these tricks... Gu Yue did not dare imagine the consequences. By then, his mind would no longer be filled with gentleness and consideration, but with this kind of violent aesthetic "desire to conquer." How could that possibly be acceptable?

What if he really learned it wrong and stopped knowing restraint, only blindly forcing and suppressing...

At that thought, Gu Yue shivered. This was not only destruction of the body; it was also a challenge to her control.

She had to hold the line.

Gu Yue threw back the blanket and sat up, taking several deep breaths as she tried to calm that damned, inappropriate flutter in her heart. She picked up her phone again, this time far more decisively. She opened the browsing history and selected "clear" without hesitation.

Every trace, along with those few unsettlingly heated minutes, was wiped away completely.

After finishing, she lay back down and pulled the blanket over her head, wrapping herself tightly and leaving only her eyes exposed.

"Whew..."

Letting out a long breath, Gu Yue closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep.

But in the darkness, those images lingered like brands she could not erase. Tang Wulin's clumsy imitation from that afternoon overlapped with the practiced, wild scenes now in her mind, creating a strange chemical reaction.

If that foolish man who had hugged a body pillow really mastered those techniques...

Gu Yue curled into a ball beneath the blankets, trying to use reason to suppress instinct.

"No, I absolutely can't let him learn it." She repeated it silently, her voice firm. "I have to control the pace of something this dangerous."

Gu Yue did not sleep soundly that night, and her dreams were bizarre and chaotic.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains, Gu Yue got out of bed with faint dark circles beneath her eyes.

She walked into the kitchen and saw Tang Wulin obediently frying eggs, still wearing that ridiculous apron around his waist.

The moment he saw her enter, Tang Wulin immediately flashed a bright, ingratiating smile. "Honey, breakfast will be ready soon! I added double the goji berries today!"

Gu Yue looked at his lively, utterly oblivious expression with complicated eyes.

She walked over, took the spatula from his hand, and resumed her usual cool tone, though it carried a hint of barely noticeable sternness. "Watch less of that messy stuff from now on. Want to learn? Wait until you've properly learned the basic health-preserving techniques first."

Tang Wulin froze for a moment, then nodded vigorously. "Yes, ma'am! Whatever my wife says goes!"

Looking at his innocent, harmless smile, the tightly drawn string in Gu Yue's heart finally loosened a little.

As for those heart-pounding images from last night... she would let them rot in her stomach. After all, in this game of "conquest," who the real mentor was remained to be seen.