Chapter 144: Longing for more

That was, until Bunny reached out a mischievous hand to pull down the zipper of his tactical uniform.

Her intentions were crystal clear.

A vivid flush crept across Orion’s cheeks. They were out in the open! He darted his eyes nervously in all directions, a tangle of anxiety and sheer embarrassment washing over him as he worried someone might catch them in the act.

"Relax, there’s no one around. No one is ever going to know what we get up to out here."

Bunny narrowed her eyes, pressing her sweet persuasion on the quiet youth like a textbook villain corrupting an innocent boy.

"Unless... you don’t want to?"

A loaded question if there ever was one.

Orion froze. Not want to? He wanted it so badly he was practically losing his mind.

Ever since Bunny performed that single deep neuro-soothing session on him, she hadn’t touched him again. Certain pleasures, once tasted, became an inescapable addiction.

He had even been dreaming about it night after night.

After all, a snake’s nature was inherently driven by primal desire.

With his ears burning bright crimson, Orion hesitated for less than a second before taking the initiative to strip off his top.

With a crisp zip, his icy-white skin was revealed, and the tight, sculpted muscle beneath burst free from the confines of the fabric.

A firm, broad chest truly was a man’s best visual asset.

With her mischievous trick paying off, Bunny immediately pounced like a predator eyeing its prize, letting her hands wander freely across his chest and abs without missing a single inch.

Domesticated garden plants could never match the thrill of wild greenery—and a silent, clueless guy like this was easily the most entertaining to tease.

Bunny’s light, teasing caresses felt like soft kitten paws scraping across his heartstrings. The unbearable tickle of desire ruined any hope of maintaining his composure, sending a deepening flush straight to his face.

His breathing grew ragged, heavy, and chaotic.

The innocent young snake had never been touched like this by a woman before. The overwhelming novelty filled him with a chaotic mix of thrill and bashfulness, as if the latent desires he had kept buried and suppressed deep within his soul were suddenly jolted wide awake.

He even found himself harboring the shameless, desperate longing for more—a much deeper, far more intimate touch.

Ah, youth was far too vulnerable to temptation.

A simple crook of Bunny’s finger was all it took for him to completely surrender.

Yet just as Bunny satisfied her playful urge and prepared to pull her hands back, her gaze drifted downward—where his physical reaction was embarrassingly undeniable.

This snake was perfect in every way, save for being entirely too sensitive. A few casual touches were all it took to set him off.

His threshold for triggering heat was ridiculously low.

Orion’s eyes glistened with a hazy mist, a delicate rose flush dusting his cheeks as he stared at her with a pitiful, puppy-dog gaze.

He looked as if she were the ultimate villain who had wronged him deeply.

He was in absolute agony.

He craved intimacy.

Yet Bunny immediately flipped the switch, coldly shooting down his unspoken plea, "Absolutely not."

The light in Orion’s eyes dimmed instantly. Unable and unwilling to force her, the mute young man silently endured the ache, pulling his disheveled uniform back together to cover himself up.

His aggrieved expression and hesitant movements were no different from those of an abused, mistreated young bride.

Across his smooth, white chest lay the vivid, shocking "evidence" of her playful aggression.

It made Bunny look even more like an unrepentant rogue and bully.

A sudden pang of guilt prickled at Bunny’s conscience. Looking at the flushed rims of Orion’s eyes, she sighed internally—fine, let’s make this quick.

Just as her hand glided down toward his lower abdomen, a quiet, ghostly voice echoed abruptly from right behind her, "Bunny... what are you two doing?"

Bunny jumped in sheer terror. Wheeling around with all the panicked guilt of a caught thief, she found Illai standing at the rooftop exit, as silent and spectral as a ghost.

Having apparently just bolted over from the training pods, he was bare-chested, a thin sheen of perspiration from high-intensity exertion glistening over his lean, sculpted muscles under the sunlight.

Illai stood with both hands shoved deep into his trouser pockets, his head tilted slightly as his dark, razor-sharp gaze locked onto their suspicious antics.

A raw, unadulterated thread of pure jealousy simmered openly in his eyes.

Identical twins shared an undeniable telepathic resonance.

Every stray touch, every lingering stroke she had laid onto Orion—Illai had felt it all in real time.

He had known it! His supposedly meek, quiet older brother always put on a grand show of being modest, honest, and reserved.

Who could have guessed that behind closed doors, he was busy seduction-crafting their Guide with such shameless efficiency?!

Never judge a book by its cover! It was enough to make his blood boil!

If it weren’t for their twin bond, who knows how many secret feasts his brother would have devoured behind his back!

Bunny immediately released her grip on Orion, clearing her throat with a loud ahem as she offered a thoroughly unnatural explanation:

"It’s nothing... your brother’s little turtle passed away, so I was just offering him a few comforting words."

Illai clearly wasn’t buying a single syllable. His eyes remained pinned on her darting, guilty gaze, taking in his brother’s extraordinarily flushed face, the wild agitation of his spiritual threads, and his rumpled, half-zipped tactical top.

He looked every bit like a man who had just been thoroughly ravished by a woman!

Closing the distance step by unhurried step, Illai offered a heavily loaded query. "Comforting? Bunny... did you mean verbal comfort, or physical comfort?"

Though Illai and Orion shared identical faces, Illai’s gaze and aura carried an edge far more aggressive and predatory than his brother’s.

Don’t be fooled by how easily he dropped "Bunny" from his lips every day—when this boy’s jealousy flared, it packed more punch than an eight-hundred-year-old jar of aged vinegar.

Bunny’s expression soured instantly. "Illai, what on earth are you talking about?"

Illai darted his eyes between his brother and Bunny. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that his eyes hadn’t deceived him.

Then, under the thoroughly stunned gazes of both Bunny and Orion, Illai tilted his head back, issuing a completely shameless demand:

"I want it too."

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