Nasty Company

"It's me."

Upon a glance, Yang Jing Tian saw that the newcomer was Bai Yun, whom is Zi Yan's most despised adversary.

Yan Jing Tian shook his head, finding his annoyance completely drained given that the visitor was Bai Yun.

Yet Zi Yan continued haughtily, "We're in a normal male-female relationship, nothing shameless about it. It's probably just someone bitter about not getting to savour the grapes, calling them sour."

Saying so, Zi Yan embraced Yang Jing Tian and placed her seductive lips onto his, as a brazen demonstration of superiority to Bai Yun - a common tactic amidst the feuds of women.

This time, the one shocked was Yang Jing Tian. He widened his eyes, barely able to believe Zi Yan's actions. Yet, there could be no denial for the tight embrace she had him ensnared in.

Unable to suppress the emotions in his heart, the earlier passion with Zi Yan fermented within him, dominating his entire being. Abruptly taking the upper hand, he returned her kiss.

His ardent lips and tongue intruded upon Zi Yan. She was caught in the throes of passion for a moment, closing her eyes as her hands clung around his neck. She began to reciprocate the fervor of the kiss.

Moving from her lips to her cheeks, to her ears, all the way down to her fair shoulders, Yang Jing Tian indulged himself in a thorough exploration with his kisses.

Watching the spectacle, Bai Yun stomped her foot in irritation. She could no longer bear the sight and threw an exasperated comment, "A pair of shameless dog-couples!" before storming off.

After a long yet passionate session, Yang Jing Tian and Zi Yan finally separated, looking at each other with mutual longing, only to return to another fervent kiss.

Eventually running out of breath, the two separated. Yang Jing Tian tenderly stroked Zi Yan's cheek and proposed, "Zi Yan, shall we head to my room?"

Before Zi Yan could reply, Yang Jing Tian had pulled her into his little room and shut the door behind them.

Zi Yan sat on the bed, uneasily eyeing Yang Jing Tian for a while before asking, "What are you planning to do?"

Entering and then embracing her, Yang Jing Tian laughingly asked, "What do you think?"

Zi Yan pouted, "I don't know."

Yang Jing Tian replied, "We're a man and a woman, alone in a room. Plus, I'm no gentleman, and you're no lady. What do you think we're going to do?"

Zi Yan spat back, "You're a lecher, but I'm not the promiscuous woman you think I am."

Yang JingTian's hand landed gently on her full mountain peak while he said tenderly, "I'm slowly changing you into the woman I imagined."

In response, Zi Yan's face blushed crimson as she barked, "You, you're bullying me."

"I'm cherishing you." Yang JingTian retorted with a grin and moved his hand to caress her bosom.

Zi Yan, in her desperation, retaliated with a slap landing squarely on Yang JingTian's face.

When she noticed that Yang JingTian, a highly skilled martial artist, didn't dodge, a hint of regret surfaced, "I'm sorry."

Yang JingTian's cheek turned hot and throbbing from the slap. Suddenly, he tightened his hold on Zi Yan's upper body, immobilizing her hands. Zi Yan blurted out in panic, "Don't touch me, I don't want this!"

Yang JingTian tenderly caressed her cheek and rubbed his face against hers, questioning, "What if I have already touched you?"

Zi Yan retorted defiantly, "If you dare touch me again, I will scream."

"Scream then," Yang JingTian replied. He knew a proud woman like Zi Yan would never call for a crowd, especially after their previous encounter confirmed her feelings for him.

Women are often more reserved and noble before the men they love, especially before they become intimate. They tend to elevate themselves, hoping to be more cherished by the men. This is particularly true when it comes to their first time or their first man.

Yang JingTian, the fisherman, also played the rascal. But it's often these men who effortlessly breakthrough a woman's defenses.

As expected, Zi Yan struggled but never dared to scream. Yang JingTian whispered into her ear while caressing it, "Don't move, let me kiss you again."

Zi Yan, at this point, was not as cooperative as before and refused to succumb. Adding to her fear was the realization of what could potentially happen next; it could mean her chastity and happiness for a lifetime.

Seeing her resistance, Yang JingTian proposed, "I'll let you go once I'm done kissing."

Believing his promise, Zi Yan gradually relaxed her defensive strength until she stopped resisting.

Yang JingTian nibbled her earlobe and complimented, "Good, that's more like it."

The man's panting and tender nibbling of her earlobe sent shivers down Zi Yan's spine. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Sensing this wasn't right, she hastily asked, "Are you done kissing?"

Yang JingTian traced his lips back to her ear, whispering, "Not yet."

Zi Yan couldn't endure anymore and let out a soft cry, instinctively reaching for Jing Tian'€™s forearm.

After satisfying himself with her left earlobe, Yang JingTian proceeded to focus on the right. Zi Yan was already fatigued that she was being held up completely by Yang JingTian. He cradled her chin as he studied her face. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He pulled her closer and planted another kiss on her lips.

Her hands weakly pushed against his chest. As his kisses intensified, her hands gradually climbed up onto his shoulders, eventually entangling his neck and actively engaging in the kiss.

Taking advantage of her reaction, Yang Jingtian reached his left hand to touch her right breast. She quickly tried to push his hand away, but Yang Jingtian moved to touch her left breast. She attempted to push his hand away again, but Yang Jingtian returned to her left breast. After a few attempts to break free, she gave up and let his hands be, focusing on kissing Yang Jingtian.

Finally, when Yang Jingtian paused to catch his breath, she tightly wrapped her arms around his neck and gasped, asking, "Are you done kissing?"

Yang Jingtian pushed her down onto the back of the chair and lowered his head to kiss the exposed flesh of her neckline, whimpering, "Not yet."

Consumed by desire, Yang Jingtian's left hand was already unbuttoning her blouse. Since she couldn't move her upper body easily, she twisted her legs in protest. But it seemed Yang Jingtian deemed her protest ineffective and continued to explore beneath her shirt.

"No, don't," Zi Yan exclaimed as she watched her defenses crumbling.

Zi Yan had exceptionally full breasts, and as Yang Jingtian used his palm to stimulate them, they quickly became firm.

With her head tilted back and her eyes half-closed, Zi Yan held Yang Jingtian's head in her hands, showing no intention to resist. However, to maintain a semblance of modesty, she still asked, "Are you done kissing?"

Suddenly, Yang Jingtian looked up and said, "Yes, I'm done kissing."

She was taken aback by his unexpected response and stood there dumbfounded, looking at Yang Jingtian's lewd expression. After a moment, she realized that Yang Jingtian had deliberately played a trick on her. She protested by twisting her upper body, but Yang Jingtian laughed and went back to licking her breasts. Finally, she let out a satisfied "Ah."

"You liar, you trickster!" Zi Yan struggled desperately in Yang Jingtian's embrace.

Yang Jingtian grinned and said, "Just because I said I'm done kissing doesn't mean we're finished."

Zi Yan angrily retorted, "If you say you're done, then let go of me."

Yang Jingtian proudly replied, "When I say I'll let go of you, it doesn't mean I'll let you go."

Saying that, Yang Jingtian's wicked hand once again reached for Zi Yan's sensitive area.

Encountering someone as shameless and insolent as Yang Jingtian, Zi Yan could only lament her misfortune.