Chapter 71: Taking Ruan Yizhen’s Virginity (3) (R18)
Chapter 71: Taking Ruan Yizhen’s Virginity (3) (R18)
A slow, confident smirk spread across Shen Tian’s face.
He saw the flicker of nervousness in Ruan Yizhen’s eyes.
He rose to his knees, his muscles flexing in the dim light.
Shen Tian reached out, hooking his hands behind her knees and pulling her toward him with effortless strength.
"The night’s not over, Officer. It’s just getting started."
Before Ruan Yizhen could form a retort, he flipped her onto her stomach.
He grabbed a plush pillow and shoved it under her hips, raising her ass into the air.
Shen Tian knelt behind her, running a hand over the curve of her spine before gripping her hips.
He entered her from behind in one swift, powerful stroke that knocked the air from her lungs.
This was different. Deeper. More intense.
He set a relentless pace, his hips slapping against her ass with a rhythmic, percussive beat.
The bed frame began to knock against the wall in time with his thrusts.
He was taking her, owning her, and every nerve ending in her body was screaming in ecstatic protest.
Ruan Yizhen gripped the sheets, her knuckles white, pushing back against him, meeting his ferocity with her own burgeoning need.
Just as she felt the pressure building to an impossible peak, he withdrew.
She whimpered at the sudden emptiness, but he was already moving, his hands flipping her onto her back as if she weighed nothing.
He hooked her legs over his forearms, spreading her wide open as he knelt before her.
He entered her again, and the new angle made her cry out.
Shen Tian was so deep Ruan Yizhen could feel him in her stomach.
He leaned forward, folding her nearly in half, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss as he began to move again, slow but impossibly deep, grinding into her with each thrust.
Her mind was starting to fray, the edges of her vision blurring.
The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful.
Shen Tian pulled back, his breathing heavy but controlled.
He shifted, lying on his side and pulling her back against his chest, her top leg draped over his hip.
He entered her from this new angle, a spooning embrace that was deceptively gentle.
One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her tight, while his other hand snaked down to find her clit.
He began to circle it with his thumb as he rocked into her, a slow, torturous rhythm that built the pleasure not like a wave, but like a rising tide, threatening to drown her completely.
Ruan Yizhen’s body was no longer her own.
It was an instrument, and Shen Tian was a master musician, playing it with expert precision.
She could feel another orgasm building, more powerful than the last.
"Shen Tian... I can’t..." she gasped, her voice a broken whisper.
"Yes, you can," Shen Tian said in her ear, his hips snapping forward, increasing the tempo.
He shifted again, this time pulling her on top of him as he lay back.
She straddled him, her body slick with sweat, her limbs trembling with exhaustion.
"Ride me," Shen Tian commanded, his hands gripping her ass.
Ruan Yizhen braced her hands on his chest and moved, her body moving on pure instinct.
The coil in her belly snapped, and this orgasm was a supernova, a blinding, all-consuming explosion of light and sensation.
Her entire body seized, a silent scream tearing from her throat as the world dissolved into a bunch of colors.
Her muscles gave out.
Ruan Yizhen collapsed onto his chest, her body limp, her breathing ragged.
She tried to speak, to move, but her limbs felt like lead.
For a long moment, Shen Tian simply held her, his own ragged breath slowly evening out.
Her body was a warm, boneless weight on his chest, her breathing deep and even.
He felt a surge of satisfaction, a feeling so potent it was almost frightening.
He had pushed her to her absolute limit and beyond, and she had surrendered to it, to him, completely.
He gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her sweat-dampened forehead.
The ferocity was gone, replaced by a profound, aching love.
Shen Tian watched her sleep, a soft smile on his lips.
Ruan Yizhen’s face, usually so composed and determined, was now utterly peaceful, vulnerable in a way she rarely allowed herself to be.
He knew he should let her rest.
But the fire in his own blood hadn’t been fully quenched.
Seeing her completely undone, knowing he was the one who had taken her there, had ignited a different kind of need.
Shen Tian shifted carefully, rolling her onto her side without waking her.
He slid down the bed until they were face to face, tucking the covers around them.
He just watched her, memorizing the curve of her cheek, the way her lips parted slightly in sleep.
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her shoulder.
A soft sigh escaped Ruan Yizhen’s lips, and her eyelids fluttered open.
They were hazy, unfocused, but they slowly found his.
A slow, sleepy smile spread across her face.
"Hi," Ruan Yizhen whispered.
"Hi," Shen Tian whispered back, his thumb stroking her cheek.
"You passed out on me."
"Mmm," Ruan Yizhen murmured, snuggling closer.
"Worth it." She blinked, her gaze clearing as she looked down between them, seeing that he was still hard, still ready.
Her eyes widened slightly. "You’re... insatiable."
"Only for my harem," Shen Tian said, his voice low and serious.
He saw a flicker of horny in her eyes, a hint of the nervousness from before.
"Hey," Shen Tian murmured, tilting her chin up. "No games. No challenges. Just... us. Slow. Gentle. Can I?"
The question hung in the air.
Ruan Yizhen didn’t answer with words.
She simply leaned in and kissed him, a soft, sweet, soul-deep kiss that was her wholehearted consent.
Shen Tian rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so she was sprawled across his chest.
He entered her again, and this time, there was no shock of intrusion, only a feeling of coming home.
He moved slowly, gently, his hands roaming over her back, her hair, her face.
It was less about the physical act and more about the emotional connection.
Ruan Yizhen moved with him, their bodies in perfect sync.
There were no frantic rhythms, no desperate pleas.
It was slow.
The pleasure built not like a storm, but like the sun rising, gradual and inevitable, filling every corner of her being with warmth and light.
She buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent, feeling completely and utterly safe.
This time, when her orgasm came, it wasn’t a violent explosion.
It was a gentle, rolling wave that washed over her, a soft, pulsing release that left her feeling cherished and whole.
Shen Tian followed her moments later, a quiet groan escaping his lips as he found his own peaceful release.
They just lay there, tangled together in the quiet darkness.
Shen Tian held her.
He knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his bones, that this was it.
Ruan Yizhen’s body went completely lax against him.
Gently, so as not to startle her, Shen Tian shifted her limp form, rolling her onto her stomach.
He arranged her limbs, spreading her legs just enough.
Shen Tian positioned himself over her, his body hovering, his gaze drinking in the sight of her.
He entered her slowly, carefully.
Ruan Yizhen was still slick and open from their lovemaking, and he slid in with almost no resistance.
A soft moan escaped her lips.
Shen Tian began to move, his strokes long.
He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent as he moved inside her.
He increased his pace slightly, his thrusts becoming a little deeper, a little more insistent.
Ruan Yizhen’s body began to respond.
Her hips tilted back to meet his, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
The pressure built at the base of his spine, a tight coil of heat.
Shen Tian looked down at her.
He came, his release pulsing into her.
Ruan Yizhen began to squirt everywhere.
. . .
Next morning.
Ruan Yizhen slowly opened her eyes.
For several peaceful seconds, she simply laid there quietly.
Then she realized...
She was sleeping beside Shen Tian.
Instantly, a small smile appeared on her face while a faint blush spread across her cheeks.
Last night’s date replayed through her mind.
The dinner.
The flirting.
The drinking.
And then...
Suddenly...
Her expression froze.
A second later, the alcohol finally caught up to her all at once.
"...Oh no."
Ruan Yizhen immediately shot upright before covering her mouth.
Her head felt like it was splitting apart.
With shaky legs, she stumbled out of bed and practically sprinted toward the bathroom before collapsing beside the toilet.
BLEGH.
Several painful minutes later, she finally finished throwing up.
Completely exhausted, she sat there silently on the bathroom floor.
The memories from last night fully returned.
Every single one of them.
Her face instantly turned bright red.
"I want to kill myself..."
She covered her face with both hands in complete despair.
She genuinely never wanted Shen Tian to see her acting like that.
She was wild.
Way too wild.
"...I’m never drinking again."
Ruan Yizhen slowly slid down against the bathroom wall.
Honestly, she felt like dying from embarrassment.
"...Hopefully he doesn’t remember anything..."
She desperately tried coping.
"Maybe he was drunk too..."
At that exact moment, Shen Tian’s sleepy voice came from outside the bathroom.
"You know," he said tiredly. "I didn’t realize you were into pinning people against walls."
Ruan Yizhen froze completely.
Her soul left her body.
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