Jiang Wei sat quietly in his small apartment living room, the late afternoon sun casting a warm amber glow through the curtains. His mind was preoccupied with the day's mundane tasks, yet beneath the calm surface, an unease thrummed steadily—a simmering tension that had nothing to do with his studies or work.
The knock at the door was soft, almost hesitant, but it jolted him from his thoughts. He opened it to find Lin Suyin standing there, her figure framed by the golden light. She wore a loose silk robe that slipped slightly off one shoulder, revealing the delicate curve of her collarbone and the subtle swell of her bare skin beneath.
"Hey, handsome," she purred, her voice a gentle caress that sent a shiver down his spine. Without waiting for an invitation, she stepped inside, the faint scent of jasmine trailing after her.
Jiang Wei's eyes involuntarily dropped to the pronounced swell of her chest, barely restrained by the thin fabric of the robe. His breath caught as she stretched her arms slowly above her head, arching her back just enough to cause the soft fabric to shift and the tantalizing bounce of her breasts to become impossible to ignore.
"That looks… exhausting," he managed to say, his voice rougher than intended.
Suyin smiled slyly, the corners of her lips curving upward as she slowly turned toward him, allowing the robe to slip further, exposing the smooth curve of her side and the inviting swell pressing just inches from him.
"You know, I don't usually just drop by," she whispered, stepping closer until the warmth of her body brushed his arm. "But sometimes, I just can't resist being near you."
Her hand grazed his forearm, light as a feather, sending an electric current through his nerves. He swallowed hard, his mind a battlefield of desire and restraint.
As she moved, her breasts bounced gently with each step, the tightness of the robe accentuating every curve. Jiang Wei's eyes followed, heart pounding, trapped in the hypnotic rhythm of her sensual dance. The air between them thickened with unspoken promises, a silent seduction that left him aching yet powerless to speak.
She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "You look tense… maybe I should help you relax."
Before he could respond, her hands found the buttons of his shirt, fingers deft and teasing. The fabric parted under her touch, and the scent of her perfume mingled with the heat of her skin.
Jiang Wei closed his eyes briefly, fighting the surge of longing as her hands drifted lower, pressing softly against his chest, the weight and warmth a delicious torment. His fingers twitched, desperate to reach out, to hold, to claim—yet bound by the invisible threads of propriety.
Her lips brushed his neck, trailing featherlight kisses that sent waves of shivers racing through him. The room seemed to shrink, the world reduced to the intoxicating closeness of her body and the endless bounce of temptation.
For a moment, time hung suspended, the boundary between them a fragile thread threatening to snap.
Then she pulled back, her eyes shining with mischief and something deeper—an unspoken challenge.
"Tell me, Jiang Wei," she breathed, voice low and sultry, "how long do you think you can resist me?"
Jiang Wei didn't answer immediately. His voice was trapped behind the thundering of his heart, his limbs frozen under the spell she'd cast with nothing more than her presence.
Lin Suyin didn't press. Instead, she let silence stretch, thick and electric. She stepped back slowly—each motion calculated, her chest swaying with a gentle bounce that demanded attention. Her robe clung tighter now, like it understood its role as both veil and tease.
She sank into the corner of the sofa, crossing one long leg over the other with deliberate elegance. Her robe slid open slightly at her thigh, revealing soft, glowing skin that begged to be touched.
Jiang Wei ran a hand down his face, trying to exhale the heat building inside him.
"You always do this," he muttered.
Suyin tilted her head innocently. "Do what?"
"Test me."
She chuckled—a soft, throaty sound that reverberated in the pit of his stomach. "I'm not testing. I'm offering. You're just afraid to accept."
Before he could respond, another knock sounded on the door.
Jiang Wei blinked, tension snapping for just a second. Suyin didn't flinch—only her lips curled, amused.
"Well well," she murmured, adjusting her robe and cupping her breasts subtly to lift them before standing. "Seems like I'm not the only one drawn to this place today."
Jiang Wei opened the door to find Chen Qiaoling standing there, arms folded, her cheeks slightly flushed as if she'd run here. Her school uniform—modified to hug her curvier form—was taut around her chest, the buttons fighting a silent war with the size of her 40C bust. One had already given up, revealing a glimpse of lacy pink bra beneath.
"Uncle Jiang," she said, her voice soft yet confident, brushing past him into the room. The term was familial, but her eyes were anything but.
"Qiaoling?" he blinked. "What are you—?"
"I forgot my tablet here last week. Thought I'd grab it before Mom nags."
She paused mid-step as she noticed Suyin. A flicker of something unreadable passed between the two women. Not hostility, but not comfort either. Perhaps a subtle competition—one that was silent, physical, and deeply feminine.
Suyin smiled, eyes twinkling. "Oh, you're Meiran's daughter, aren't you? You've grown... beautifully."
Qiaoling met her gaze, then slowly uncrossed her arms, which had unintentionally pushed her large chest together. Her posture relaxed—enough to let her breasts bounce lightly as she walked toward the table.
"I could say the same," she replied, bending down just enough for Jiang Wei to see the full swell of her bust from the side, her blouse stretching tighter over her curves.
She stood up, brushing imaginary dust from her thighs—making her pleated skirt flutter and rise with each motion.
Suyin raised a brow and glanced at Jiang Wei. "Still think I'm testing you?"
Jiang Wei backed away toward the kitchen, desperately trying to hide the storm in his body. The two women were like fire and wind—different in tone but both capable of unraveling his control with a smile or a bounce.
As he poured water into a glass, he could hear their faint conversation behind him. Teasing tones, soft laughter, the casual shift of clothing.
Then he felt it—a presence behind him. Warm. Close.
He turned to find Qiaoling leaning against the counter, arms folded beneath her chest, making them lift and press in ways he couldn't unsee.
"Uncle, why are you so nervous?" she asked sweetly. "It's just me."
"That's the problem," he muttered. "You're not just…"
"Not just what?" she asked, stepping closer. "Not just a student? Not just your cousin's daughter? Not just someone who's grown into the kind of woman men dream about?"
Her words, bold as they were, sounded like truth wrapped in sugar. Her breath was warm. The faint blush on her cheeks only made her look more inviting.
"I didn't come here to seduce you," she said. "But I won't pretend you're not handsome… or that I don't see the way you look at me sometimes."
He froze, caught like prey.
Behind her, Suyin had returned to the couch, but now she laid sideways, one arm curled under her head, the other resting just below her breasts as if cradling their soft weight. Her eyes were half-lidded, watching him… watching them.
Jiang Wei turned back to Qiaoling, his throat dry.
"You shouldn't—"
"Why not?" she cut in softly. "Because you're older? Because I'm family?"
She pressed her finger lightly against his chest. "But I'm not a little girl anymore. And I know what I want."
The tension in the room reached a suffocating peak.
Suyin's voice floated in like silk. "So? Will you still resist, Jiang Wei? Or do you need more proof?"
Qiaoling's fingers brushed lower, grazing the edge of his belt as if daring him to respond.
But instead of yielding, Jiang Wei stepped back. Not out of fear—but survival.
"Both of you," he said, voice barely steady, "are going to drive me insane."
Suyin sat up, laughing softly. "That's the plan, darling."
Qiaoling smirked, chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths that pushed her soft mounds forward with each exhale. "Then maybe next time… don't open the door."
Jiang Wei turned his back to both of them, gripping the edge of the sink until his knuckles turned white.
Behind him, the door clicked open again.
This time it was Xu Minyao—his neighbor. She wore an oversized white t-shirt that clung damply to her chest, nipples faintly visible beneath the fabric from a post-shower stroll. She blinked at the scene inside, her lips parting in mild surprise.
"…Did I interrupt something?"
Suyin waved. Qiaoling smiled.
Jiang Wei groaned under his breath.
This wasn't just the beginning of trouble.
This was the beginning of temptation with no escape.
To be Continued ...