Hmm? I feel something soft to my right…
Fang Yuan slowly opened his eyes as the rays of the morning sun shot directly at him. His left hand instinctively moved up to block the light, brows furrowing as he sat up. He let out a small yawn and stretched his arms but after a few seconds, his movements froze. His body stiffened as his gaze fixed on the scene before him.
The environment was completely different.
Where… am I?
The thought jolted him fully awake. He turned his head rapidly, scanning the surroundings. A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling, glittering faintly in the sunlight.
Everything in the room screamed luxury the curtains, the carpet, the carved furniture it was all ridiculously fancy, like something pulled out of a noble's estate or a five-star hotel.
What the hell? What's going on? A dream? No… am I being pranked?
His breathing quickened as his eyes darted from corner to corner, searching for a hidden camera, some explanation. But then his frantic movements slowed to a crawl as his gaze shifted back to his right side.
A woman !?
She was lying there beside him, close enough that the back of his right hand brushed against her lips. Fang Yuan's throat tightened as he carefully pulled his hand away, eyes widening in disbelief.
Who the hell…? A stripper?
He searched the room again, almost desperately, as though something anything would explain this. But no matter how much he looked, the reality remained the same. The woman was still there.
And she was gorgeous. Just… damn gorgeous.
His eyes lingered on her face. Her lips were plump and red, soft and inviting, parted slightly as she breathed.
Her crimson hair spilled across the pillow in a messy wave, strands framing her features. Long, graceful eyelashes cast faint shadows across her cheeks, giving her a delicate yet alluring look.
Fang Yuan felt his chest tighten, his thoughts caught between disbelief and fascination.
Then something else got his attention.
He lowered his gaze, looking down at himself.
I'm naked?
His eyes widened further.
Why? I don't have a habit of sleeping naked… I didn't drink last night, so why?
A sudden dread ran through him. He turned his head again, this time hesitating, as though bracing for a truth he didn't want to accept. His eyes slid carefully toward the woman's form beneath the blanket. Her breathing was steady, her chest rising and falling gently.
But something about the outline beneath the covers made his throat dry.
Wait… is she naked too?
His fingers trembled slightly as he reached for the blanket. Very carefully, he lifted the corner just enough to peek.
And then he froze, heart pounding.
My God…
The blanket slipped in his grip as his eyes locked on the sight before him. Her body was bare smooth skin glowing faintly in the morning light. Two perfect, curved breasts rose with her quiet breathing and two well endowed delicious nipples crimson red, their beauty almost unreal and seductive.
Fang Yuan's face heated instantly, and he snapped the blanket back into place, covering her again as if he had just committed a crime. His pulse thundered in his ears, his cock turning rock hard as his blood flow started changing direction.
Him being so close to her didn't help the faint fragrance coming off her skin was already stirring something deep inside him. His body betrayed him as he felt the blanket rise, his "partner" standing tall in defiance of all reason.
Damn… now of all times? His thoughts stumbled in embarrassment. And wait was it always this big?
"Quite healthy, so early."
The words, smooth and teasing, drifted into his ears. Fang Yuan's eyes snapped to the woman. She was awake, still lying on her side, staring directly at him. Her gaze lowered deliberately to the blanket and the obvious outline beneath it.
She giggled softly, her voice playful. "After all that last night, you already seem to have recovered."
Fang Yuan froze. His body turned rigid as his mind spun in panic.
What did I do last night? Am I being scammed? Is she going to sue me? But why here? My organs?! No… they could've taken those while I was asleep. Then… what's her purpose?
Confusion warred with awe as his eyes unwillingly traced her face again. She's… she's fucking beautiful.
The woman smiled at his stunned expression. Slowly, she pushed herself upright. The blanket slipped down her shoulders, sliding over her chest as she sat up fully. Her porcelain skin glowed faintly under the morning light, smooth and flawless.
Each subtle movement of her body seemed intentional, enchanting. Her breasts swayed gently, hanging with a natural elegance that struck Fang Yuan dumb, holding him captive.
She lifted her hand, running it lazily through her crimson waves, tousling her already messy hair.
Then, without hurry, she gathered the blanket and pulled it around herself, draping it over her figure with practiced grace. In that motion, everything was taken to her side, leaving Fang Yuan completely exposed, his body bared to the sunlight without cover.
His cheeks burned hot. His mind screamed for him to react, but his limbs refused to move.
Meanwhile, she sat with calm poise, rubbing her slender waist. A faint sigh left her lips as she spoke in a gentle, almost amused tone. "My back hurts. Perhaps I shouldn't be doing things so rough at my age… And here you are, already raring to go." Her words carried the softness of a lover's complaint, yet there was something casually dismissive about them.
She rose to her feet, the blanket clutched around her body, and began walking across the room. The sunlight traced her silhouette with every step until she stopped before a grand, glamorous mirror standing tall against the wall.
Fang remained still, his eyes locked on her every movement, examining, trying to piece together anything that might explain the situation. His thoughts raced, but his body refused to move.
After a while, she turned her head back toward him. There was the faintest blush on her cheeks, but her voice carried that same teasing elegance.
"A young man staring at me with such a raging beast… would it not intimidate any lady?"
Her words snapped Fang Yuan back to his senses. His eyes refocused as he quickly shifted his hands, trying to cover his "partner" in embarrassment.
She chuckled softly at his reaction, the sound light yet dripping with charm, and then began walking toward him.
"My back has failed me," she said with a sigh, her tone almost playful. "As such, I cannot entertain you as I should… so why don't I help you with my disgrace of lips?"
Lips? Fang Yuan's mind stalled. What… you mean she's going to give me… fellatio? Here? Now?
Before his thoughts could settle, his body betrayed him once more. Without thinking, his head had already nodded.
She reached him with quiet grace, her movements slow and deliberate. Her delicate hands slid over his trembling ones, resting gently before guiding them aside.
He felt the heat rise to his face as his last line of defense was peeled away.
Then, with elegance that made his breath catch, she lowered herself. Her knees touched the bed, her form moving with fluid grace as she positioned herself before him.
Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to gently lick the tip.
The sudden sensation sent a violent shiver tearing through Fang Yuan's entire core, his body jolting in response.
Her eyes lifted, glancing at him through half-lidded lashes, her expression both knowing and seductive.
Then her tongue moved again darting like a snake, flickering against him faster and faster, each stroke a spark racing through his nerves.
Just as his breathing turned ragged, she slowed. With deliberate care, she raised the hardened length upright, her hand supporting it as her tongue slid in a long, graceful motion across the shaft.
The sight burned itself into Fang Yuan's mind.
A woman… a gorgeous woman… is licking me down there.