Chapter 226: Taking Wu Feng 2
No words were needed; emotions had already broken free.
Wu Feng felt her blood surging with excitement. The lingering energy of the immortal herb made every inch of her skin seem to whisper.
All hesitation vanished. Her arms tightened around Ye Chen's neck as she rose on tiptoe, pressing her crimson lips firmly against his.
The kiss was fiery and direct, as bold as her nature.
Ye Chen paused only briefly before melting into the scorching passion.
He responded willingly, his arms naturally wrapping around Wu Feng's youthful, supple waist.
Her waist was slender yet resilient, and Ye Chen could distinctly feel the faint tremors running through her body.
Unlike Ning Tian's gentle softness, Wu Feng's lips carried a wilder heat.
She seemed to want to pour everything into this moment, her tongue clumsy yet stubbornly trying to pry open Ye Chen's teeth. Her breath came in rapid bursts against his face, mingling with the faint scent of a young girl and a wave of scorching warmth.
"Ye Chen..." she murmured between breaths, her voice laced with panting, "Thank you... I'm so happy..."
Wufeng whispered softly, her eyes brimming with tenderness.
Part of it stemmed from her Soul Spirit's evolution, granting her unprecedented power and strength.
On the other hand, she had finally understood her own feelings, willing to surrender herself completely to Ye Chen tonight.
Before this, she had often missed her chance, partly because of Ning Tian and partly due to her own shyness.
It was Ning Tian, however, who had unknowingly brought Ye Chen home and taken him.
Today, she would hesitate no longer!
Wu Feng pressed her body tightly against Ye Chen, her excitement palpable through the thin fabric.
Ye Chen could distinctly feel the pressure from the full curves of her chest.
Today, Wu Feng wore the academy's standard athletic attire, which accentuated her toned and taut physique.
Though she had just finished training, carrying a faint, barely perceptible scent of sweat, this mingled with her natural body fragrance, adding a unique allure.
Ye Chen didn't respond, only running his palm slowly over her back, feeling through the fabric that her skin was noticeably warmer than usual.
He lowered his head slightly, brushing his nose against Wu Feng's flushed cheek, murmuring softly in her ear, " I told you, you're mine. I never shortchange my own people, and there's even better to come~"
His scorching breath brushed against her earlobe and sensitive neck. Wu Feng instinctively shrank back, yet pressed herself tighter against him, letting out a soft, kitten-like whimper.
"Really~ You better not be lying~"
Wu Feng's whisper ignited Ye Chen like a tiny spark.
Ye Chen's hand slid down her slightly damp back, resting at the curve where her waist met her hips. Through the tight-fitting fabric, the alluring contour was clearly defined.
His fingers teased and kneaded her skin, causing Wu Feng to squirm slightly in his embrace.
"Mmm… You rascal…" Her voice carried a soft, playful scolding, yet she made no move to push him away.
Her flushed face lifted, her fiery eyes glistening with unabashed desire.
"If only we could do this every day~"
As she spoke, she pressed her lips urgently against Ye Chen's once more, this kiss deepening into a passionate embrace.
Her passion burned like a blazing campfire.
Ye Chen's hands no longer contented themselves with her back and waist, quietly sliding to her hip. Through the fabric, they traced the curves of her body...
"Mmm..."
Wu Feng stiffened abruptly. Her hands instinctively loosened their grip on Ye Chen's neck, as if to restrain his wandering hands.
But mid-motion, her fingers fell limply onto the back of his hand—a silent acquiescence. She even straightened her back slightly, welcoming the warmth of his palm.
Her heartbeat grew rapid and loud, thumping against Ye Chen through her chest.
The atmosphere grew heated, and the night outside the window seemed to deepen.
Ye Chen gently guided her toward the bedside.
Wufeng's back sank into the soft cushions. This position tilted her head back slightly as she gazed upward at Ye Chen, her chest rising and falling more noticeably.
Her eyes shone with astonishing intensity, burning with a fierce flame.
Ye Chen lowered his head to kiss her again, no longer confined to her lips. His kisses landed on her flushed cheeks, her sensitive jawline, then drifted downward, gently licking and sucking along the elegant curve of her neck.
"Tickle~"
Wu Feng couldn't help but let out a soft, playful giggle. The skin on her neck was incredibly sensitive.
She instinctively turned her head, exposing a patch of even more delicate skin, yet her hands gripped Ye Chen's collar even tighter. Her breathing had completely lost its rhythm.
Then, slowly, she yielded to Ye Chen's desires...
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One hour later.
The room fell completely silent, only the warm yellow wall lamp casting long shadows across the floor.
Wufeng nestled against Ye Chen's chest, murmuring softly, "That damn Ning Tian... No wonder she didn't tell me... So mean... Ye Chen, you're mean too..."
"Are you alright?"
Ye Chen gently pinched Wufeng's cheek, asking softly.
Wu Feng gave a slight nod, her long lashes fluttering like a butterfly folding its wings.
She buried her flushed face into Ye Chen's chest, nuzzling him softly as she murmured, "Tired... You bullied me..."
Her voice carried obvious petulance, all traces of her earlier untamed wildness gone.
Ye Chen chuckled softly, wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her completely into his embrace, pressing her back tightly against his chest.
Wu Feng instantly relaxed her body, as if she'd found the most comfortable harbor.
Ye Chen rested his chin on her fair, rounded shoulder, feeling her still slightly elevated warmth and the steady rise and fall of her breath.
He gently inhaled the unique scent emanating from her body, mingled with a faint hint of sweat.
It had to be said, the dominant type was truly superior.
Moreover, Wu Feng possessed a dragon-type martial soul, making her physical prowess vastly superior to Ning Tian's.
Hmm, the experience was entirely different from Ning Tian's as well.
Though she couldn't compare to powerhouses like Ma Xiaotao, Zhang Lexuan, or Ling Luochen, she was leagues beyond the frail support-type like Ning Tian.
Adding to this, Ye Chen also possessed a dragon-type martial soul. Though ice and fire were natural opposites, their bloodlines shared a kinship. Ye Chen found Wu Feng's scent particularly intoxicating.
He lowered his head, kissing her eyes before sliding down to her still-warm lips. This kiss was gentle and lingering, brimming with tender affection.
After the kiss ended, Ye Chen held her close and asked softly, "Hungry? Want to go grab something to eat?"
Though Wu Feng looked exhausted, she was far from reaching her limit and could still manage to go out.
She immediately pressed her face back against his chest, clinging tighter. "No, just like this... Just hold me a little longer..."
All she wanted now was to greedily soak up this hard-won tenderness, unwilling to leave this comforting sense of security and fulfillment.
Ye Chen chuckled softly, saying nothing more, only tightening his embrace.
The small private room became a warm love nest, shielded from the world's clamor. Outside, the city's myriad lights and bustle faded into a distant backdrop.
At this moment, Wu Feng was no longer the fiery, combative young woman. She was simply a young woman tasting the sweetness of love for the first time.
Of course, for Wu Feng, this was a rare chance to be alone with Ye Chen.
After all, Ning Tian was usually always around.
This time, it was truly just the two of them.
(END CHAPTER)
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