Preparing to Counterattack

That wretched A-Yan, all he did was... apply sunscreen all over her body with his hands, and then, at the very end, he maliciously pinched her...

But these seemingly ordinary actions at home actually captivated her to this extent...

Aemeath peeked through her fingers at Lu Yan, who stood tall and straight on the beach. An indescribable feeling welled up from the depths of her heart, overshadowing her embarrassment and anger.

She discovered that her body seemed to have completely transformed into Lu Yan's shape.

The long search and the two months of day and night companionship had made every nerve and every cell in her body crave A-Yan's touch like a conditioned reflex.

As long as she felt his presence, was covered by his hand, or even just gazed into his deep eyes, her body would overridden her reason and instinctively fall for him.

This kind of bottomless depravity only erupts when she is facing him.

"Aemeath, you're hopeless..."

Aemeath lowered her hands, looked at the huge parasol above her head, and an uncontrollable sweet, even sickly smile appeared on her face.

But if it's hopeless, then so be it.

Whether it's her body or her soul, since she has already given herself to him completely, it's only natural that her heart would be stirred by even the slightest touch from him.

Aemeath took several deep breaths of the slightly hot sea breeze, trying her best to suppress the restless feeling surging up from deep within her body that was almost burning away her reason.

She gripped the edge of the soft sand mat beneath her with both hands, the misty light in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by a slyness and a defiant spirit.

The shame of being so easily provoked and utterly defeated by him just now transformed into a competitive desire to immediately turn the tables.

Aemeath tied on her bikini and looked at the figure standing not far away at the edge of the sea, bending over to wash her hands with the cool seawater. Suddenly, an extremely bold, even wicked, thought flashed through Aemeath's mind.

Why is it that I'm left blushing and embarrassed, while he can walk away unscathed as if nothing happened?

Aemeath muttered to herself, a mischievous smile creeping onto her lips.

"Hia... hia..."

As she was thinking, her gaze swept around and finally landed on the sunscreen that Lu Yan had casually placed next to the beach mat.

A quick thought struck Aemeath, and she grabbed the bottle of sunscreen.

She sat up straight on the beach mat, deliberately puffed out her chest, and shouted loudly at Lu Yan, who was shaking the water off his hands and walking back:

"A-Yan--! My turn--!"

Lu Yan walked back to the dark blue parasol with a calm gait. Looking at Aemeath, whose face still had a slight blush but who was holding up the sunscreen with a fierce expression, he couldn't help but chuckle.

He sat cross-legged on the other side of the beach mat, his eyes revealing undisguised doting affection, and gently refused:

"I don't need to. You know my current physical condition."

"That won't do!" Aemeath raised her chin defiantly, her tone carrying an air of unyielding arrogance:

"No matter what your constitution is, being exposed to such a scorching sun will definitely make your skin red and hot. By evening, it doesn't feel as nice to touch!"

Aemeath spoke with such confidence, making no attempt to conceal her lustful desires, that Lu Yan couldn't help but smile helplessly.

"And..." Seeing that he remained unmoved, Aemeath immediately softened her voice, leaned forward slightly, and her black bikini created a deep, snowy cleavage.

She blinked her big, watery eyes and drawled out her words in a coquettish tone:

"We clearly agreed to come to the beach together, and I obediently let you apply the makeup for so long, how can you not let me help you now?"

"A-Yan ~ Just let me apply it for you~"

Faced with Aemeath's sweet offensive, which combined both gentle persuasion and firmness, Lu Yan's heart had already melted.

He knew Aemeath's personality all too well; if he didn't go along with her wishes, she could probably keep nagging about this all day long and would definitely not give up easily.

"Alright, alright, whatever you say." Lu Yan sighed and raised his hands in surrender.

He turned around nimbly, and without any warning, lay face down obediently on the large, soft beach mat.

Lu Yan's back, illuminated by dappled sunlight filtering through the edge of the umbrella, exuded a powerful and captivating physique.

Aemeath looked at the territory before her that belonged only to her, and her wicked smile grew even more pronounced.

"Hehe, it's my turn." She muttered to herself in a low voice.

Unlike Lu Yan, Aemeath didn't squeeze the sunscreen into her palm and apply it with her hands.

She unscrewed the cap and squeezed the milky white, cool-smelling sunscreen lotion onto Lu Yan's broad shoulders and spine in a large area.

"Hiss~"

The cool lotion touched Lu Yan's sun-warmed skin, causing him to gasp and his back muscles to tense involuntarily.

"Why is there so much stuff?" Lu Yan asked, lying on the mat, his voice tinged with confusion.

Applying sunscreen normally doesn't require such an exaggerated amount; he could even feel the lotion sliding down his back.

"Because... I'm going to use a special method to help you spread it evenly~"

Aemeath's voice came from directly above him, a voice so sweet it seemed to stretch into silk, yet also carrying a chilling quality.

Before Lu Yan could even grasp the deeper meaning of those words, he felt a soft, delicate body, like a slippery snake, press against him tightly from behind.

Lu Yan's brain went blank for a moment, completely shutting down.

Aemeath did not use her hands.

"Aemeath! You..."

Lu Yan's voice suddenly became sharp. He tried to turn his head, but Aemeath reached out first and pressed down hard on his shoulder.

"Don't move, A-Yan."

Aemeath gently rested her chin on his shoulder, her warm breath, sweet as orchids and musk, lightly brushing against his earlobe, carrying the triumphant air of a victor.

"Butler, now you're going to enjoy the special application service bestowed upon you by Her Majesty. If you fidget and the sunscreen isn't applied evenly, I'll be angry!"

Aemeath finished speaking, she gave him no chance to refute and immediately began her 'applying'.

She gave up using her hands.

The slippery texture of sunscreen became the most lethal catalyst at this moment.

The dryness and friction that should exist between skin is completely eliminated, replaced by a smooth, unobstructed feeling.

The cool sunscreen mingled with body heat.

Lu Yan gritted his teeth and dug his hands deep into the fine sand beneath the beach mat.

This is simply the cruelest, yet sweetest, form of torture in the world!

His enhanced perception now became a ruthless blade piercing his reason.

He could clearly feel her touch, and even through the thin bikini, he could feel her heartbeat gradually quickening.