A Tender Reckoning
The warm yellow wall lamp in the bedroom emitted an ambiguous glow, casting the intertwined shadows of the two people on the wall, swaying slightly with their rapid breathing.
The night breeze was shut out by the heavy floor-to-ceiling windows, and in this absolutely private space, the temperature was rising uncontrollably.
"Hmm..."
Lu Yan's back sank deep into the soft bed, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his arm to wrap around Aemeath's waist.
Just as his fingertips touched the thin fabric around Aemeath's waist, she suddenly stopped her breathtakingly deep kiss.
Aemeath straightened up slightly, looking down at him from her superior position.
Those usually bright, golden eyes now exuded a palpable sense of oppression in the dim light.
She reached out and easily grabbed Lu Yan's wrists.
Given Aemeath's superhuman physical abilities, suppressing him was as easy as pinning down a kitten.
Aemeath's grip on his arm was so tight that Lu Yan couldn't break free at all, yet he didn't feel the slightest bit of pain.
Aemeath gently pushed his hands above his head and pressed them firmly onto the soft pillow.
"Mr. Lu," Aemeath leaned down, her cool long hair falling onto Lu Yan's burning chest, bringing a ticklish sensation.
Her lips were almost touching his earlobe, her breath sweet as orchids, her tone both coquettish and domineering. "Have you forgotten what I just said? Tonight, I'm the one settling accounts."
Aemeath sucked on Lu Yan's earlobe, causing him to let out a muffled groan of unbearable pleasure.
Then, in a calm and unhurried tone, she announced the rules domineeringly in his ear, "If I don't let you move, you're not allowed to move. Tonight, you can only passively enjoy yourself, understand?"
Lu Yan looked up at Aemeath, who resembled a queen, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
Hearing this gentle but almost declarative order, Lu Yan's Adam's apple bobbed, and a faint, pleading smile appeared on his face.
He slightly raised his head, attempting a final struggle with a faint whisper:
"Shh, can we make peace?"
Aemeath squinted at him, her once steady breathing now somewhat disordered.
Meeting his indulgent yet pleading gaze, her beautiful golden eyes were now misty and watery. She raised an eyebrow slightly and said in a mocking tone:
"Are you kidding me at this moment?"
Before she could finish speaking, she took concrete actions to completely deny any possibility of reconciliation.
Looking up at Aemeath, who resembled a queen, Lu Yan's defenses completely crumbled.
Reason told him this was a dangerous loss of control, but emotionally, the temptation to entrust himself completely to his beloved still shattered his last shred of resolve.
He let out a long sigh of relief, his previously tense body gradually relaxing, and he completely gave up resisting.
"Good."
Lu Yan's voice had softened completely, his eyes brimming with intense emotion, yet also revealing a sweet indulgence. "I'll do whatever you say, my Queen."
Having received consent, Aemeath finally broke into a bright and charming smile.
Although the initial awkwardness and trepidation were gone, Aemeath still showed utmost patience and gentleness.
In this most intimate ceremony, she transformed all her strength into the most delicate spring rain.
The liquidation has officially begun.
As night deepened, the neon lights outside the window dimmed without anyone noticing.
The air in the room seemed to be burning away.
After an unknown amount of time, this long and sweet reckoning finally came to an end.
The rain has just stopped.
The master bedroom was filled with a rich, luxurious atmosphere that belonged to them.
Lu Yan was buried in the pillow, his forehead covered with a fine layer of sweat, and his black, tousled hair clung damply to his cheeks.
Despite being exploited many times, he didn't feel tired at all; his eyes were full of satisfaction and deep affection.
Meanwhile, the victorious Aemeath, drenched in sweat, lay languidly on Lu Yan, her long, soft pink hair scattered messily across Lu Yan chest and arms.
She was like a Ragdoll cat that had just enjoyed a top-notch meal in her territory, radiating a lazy yet captivating glow.
Aemeath squinted slightly, a satisfied smile on her face.
She placed one hand naturally on her soft lower abdomen, gently stroking it back and forth in an extremely comfortable and slow rhythm.
Aemeath felt the lingering warmth in her abdomen and made a purring sound similar to a cat's.
"Is the liquidation finished?" Lu Yan turned his head slightly, looking at her charming and innocent appearance, and couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch her blushing cheeks.
"Mmm~" Aemeath responded lazily, snuggling into the crook of his neck to find a more comfortable position against him. "A-Yan did a very good job~ This queen is very satisfied."
"That's good." Lu Yan chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest sending a jolt through Aemeath's cheek.
The two embraced quietly in bed for a moment, savoring the lingering tranquility.
Feeling the sweat on his body begin to cool, Lu Yan propped himself up and sat up, then lowered his head to kiss Aemeath's forehead.
His voice was now so gentle it could melt your heart. "Get up, you're all sweaty. Go take a shower before you sleep, or you won't feel well tomorrow."
Although Aemeath was physically strong, she was now too lazy to move in this extreme comfort and relaxation.
Aemeath stretched out her arms to Lu Yan, pleading with him in a self-righteous manner, "I don't want to walk by myself~ Carry me~"
Lu Yan sighed helplessly, then smiled. What could he do but spoil his little pink cat, who had just been so domineering but was now clingy again?
He Aemeath in a princess carry and headed towards the bathroom.
Stepping into the bathroom, warm yellow light illuminated the room.
Lu Yan turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature, and the warm water poured down, washing away the sweat and the mottled marks left on their bodies.
In the steam, Lu Yan carefully washed Aemeath's long pink hair, gently massaging her scalp.
Aemeath closed her eyes and nestled obediently in his arms, letting him wash up as he did so, occasionally letting out a few comfortable hums.
The sound of running water in the bathroom mingled with the two people's conversation. In the quiet night, the sounds of water and their words intertwined to create a symphony of the most ordinary life.