[Heng Da Cinema — September 15, 9:20 PM]
The romantic subplot escalated.
First came the kissing scene, then the passionate scene ignited on the enormous screen—tasteful but unmistakable. The music swelled with heat, filling the dark theater with breathless gasps and the rustle of silk against skin.
Lin Weiwei 'tensed up' completely in his arms, and every muscle in her went rigid.
She turned her face toward him suddenly, like it was the most terrifying jump scare in the entire movie.
"Big Brother... Tell me... Is it over?"
"Not yet." He couldn't quite suppress his amusement.
"Tell me when it's over!"
"Weiwei. You can watch. You're eighteen."
"NO!" The word came out muffled against his chest. "I'm not eighteen—I'm my Big Brother's cute little stepsister."
She burrowed deeper with her hands over her ears, making sure to emphasize 'stepsister'.
"What a big baby…" Lin Feng shook his head, while holding back barely contained laughter.
"Yes, that's true, I'm Big Brother's baby."
His lips twitched in the darkness.
As the two characters on the screen continued to kiss, bumping around the walls, undressing themselves, clumsily opening the door and going into the bed, Lin Weiwei's heart pounded so hard, she was sure he could feel it hammering against his chest.
Then she began to squirm around in his lap, finding ways to make him feel her more.
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"Sorry, Big Brother. I'm just trying to get comfortable."
The words were innocent enough, but the movement wasn't. She pressed more firmly against him, her body settling against his chest and thighs in a way that had nothing to do with getting comfortable.
Lin Feng inhaled slowly, trying to steady himself. Her scent, like vanilla and butter, filled his lungs. Her warmth had seeped into his shirt. Her softness was impossible to ignore.
What do I do with her? Lin Feng thought as he bit his tongue, forcing himself not to succumb to the enchantress on his lap.
I mean… I'm not Lin Feng… Well, I'm Lin Feng…
Wait… this is becoming too confusing…
Yes… I mean, she is still, after all, his stepsister…
Lin Feng shook his head.
No, she's my stepsister now… or rather my fiancée.
That's right, I'm her fiancé, so shouldn't I just give her what she wants…
Then Lin Feng paused as his mind drifted to one crucial fact.
No… I am indeed Lin Feng.
But the Lin Feng she wanted, isn't me, but the original Lin Feng.
The guy I displaced this morning.
However, while his thoughts were busy rationalizing, his body had already betrayed him, as Lin Weiwei let her weight settle deeper into his lap.
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Lin Weiwei's breathing changed, faster now and deliberately so.
Warm breath ghosted against his neck, each exhale a reminder of how close she was. He could feel the wetness of her breath and the heat of it, just millimeters from his skin.
That's it! Good!
Feel me more, Big Brother.
Lin Weiwei pushed herself more into Lin Feng, making him feel her soft mounds, letting her smooth skin and silky hair touch him.
On screen, the romantic scene continued—the male lead murmuring something about "no longer being able to hold back."
Great. Very helpful. Thank you, movie.
Now Big Brother… Make your cute little stepsister hear you say that.
Then her hands 'accidentally' slipped from covering her ears.
One landed on his chest and gripped his shirt while the other found his arm and held tight.
Though the hand on his chest had settled, suspiciously, on the first button of his shirt.
"The sound! It's so loud, Big Brother!"
Her head then pressed against his chest, her left hand holding the top button. After that, she shifted again, more pronounced this time.
"Sorry! My leg fell asleep!"
Lin Weiwei's body weight redistributed completely, her soft curves pressing against him everywhere.
The female lead on screen gasped breathlessly, and the soundtrack swelled with strings and piano, dripping with passion.
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Lin Feng's heart hammered against his chest. He looked down several times at the enchantress, her left hand threatening to open his buttons.
"Weiwei…"
"Yes, Big Brother?" Lin Weiwei looked at him, tangling her finger around the button, then releasing it, the top button slipping open. "Oh, Big Brother! I'm so sorry. I… I got clumsy."
Lin Feng looked at the opened button on his chest. "You're too clumsy, Little Sister."
He said, keeping his cool appearance.
But inside him…
What the fuck… She is literally starting to undress me now.
Damnit Weiwei, why do you have to make it so difficult!
If only this was all meant for me rather than that bootlicker, I would have probably taken the lead already.
Damnit! Me and my principles!
As Lin Feng's thoughts were on fire, Lin Weiwei pressed her ear into the left side of his chest, listening to his heartbeat like a stethoscope.
His heart was beating like a war drum.
Away from his eyes, Lin Weiwei smiled.
That's it Big Brother! Race for me! Beat it harder.
Then she changed her expression once more and turned her face slightly back at him, her left hand returning to his shirt, holding the next button.
She then curled her fingers on the next button, threatening to unbutton it as well, her gaze on him, burning with something that had nothing to do with the horror movie before them.
"Big Brother, your heart is beating loudly!" Lin Weiwei let go of the button and placed her finger on his exposed collarbone, only to let it slide back to the button. "Don't you think the movie is that scary too?"
Scary my ass. Lin Feng said in his mind, and of course did not say it to her.
"I didn't know you were a cardiologist too, Weiwei!" He said, trying not to meet her gaze, and instead keeping his eyes on the not-so-helpful sex scene before him.
"I'm so embarrassed, Big Brother." Her voice came out small and fragile. "Don't look at me like this."
Then Lin Feng looked at her, only to realize what he'd just done. Damnit, I got played like a fiddle.
There, her face was flushed pink in the dim light, her lips were red and glistening, slightly parted. Her body was warm and soft in his lap. The sounds from the screen filled the empty theater around them—breathless whispers and swelling strings.
Lin Feng gulped audibly. She looked so vulnerable, so open, that all he had to do was lean down and give her what she wanted.
Then she trembled slightly against him. She lowered her head — but the look she'd just given him had been anything but shy.
But before he could collect his composure, Lin Weiwei's hand dropped again, fingers curling back over the second button.
Finally, even Lin Feng could feel the heat on him, his body going still as the unwelcome sensation crashed into him.
From his pants, Lin Weiwei could feel it too. The beast was waking up.
That's it Big Brother.
Resistance is futile.
Let your Weiwei take good care of you.
For the rest of your life.
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Slowly, she lifted her face once more to meet his gaze.
Those eyes, enormous and glistening with unshed tears of 'embarrassment', met his once more.
"Big Brother..." Her voice came out small, almost a whisper. "Thank you for protecting me."
Lin Feng's eyes were glued on her.
For three seconds, they stayed like that—her looking up, him looking down, the provocative music from the speakers filling the empty theater around them. Her body was soft and warm in his lap, and her breath ghosted against his chin.
Fearing that his hand might wander elsewhere, he placed it on her hair, gently caressing then finger combing it.
"You're so good to your little Weiwei, Big Brother." Lin Weiwei said in a seductive tone. "But Big Brother, I'm just wondering, am I having a fever?"
She grabbed the hand that was finger combing her hair and placed it on her forehead. Then, not content with it, she let go of his hand, leaned forward and placed her forehead on his, closing the distance between them.
"I'm feeling so hot, Big Brother," she said, the tips of their noses brushing each other, "can you help me cool down?"
Then the finger that was on his second button finally made its move, unbuttoning it, baring the top of his chest.
Everything about the moment screamed for him to close the distance, to abandon restraint, to give her what she was asking for without asking.
Then finally, the bed scene from the movie was over. On the screen, the female protagonist and the male lead were just lying in the bed, the bed sheets covering their naked bodies.
The suggestive music was gone. And in the middle of their conversation, the female protagonist saw a pale eye looking at them through the window. She then screamed, clutching the bed sheet to cover her chest, the male lead looking at the window, only to see nothing. Then he began to comfort her.
Ignoring the stupid horror movie, Lin Feng's urges finally began to subside, his breathing getting normal once more. He drew both of his hands back and placed them on her shoulders — gentle but solid.
Then he pulled her away from him.
With Lin Weiwei now at arm's length from him, he finally saw what she looked like at that moment.
She was completely disheveled. Bits of her silky black hair had fallen to cover her face. Her eyes looked at him, ready for him to finally take her. Even the upper button of her blouse had been unbuttoned, already prepared for him.
Though whether she was aware of it or not, he didn't know.
Lin Feng shook his head. "You're not sick Weiwei. And don't worry, I'll keep you safe." His voice came out rough and cracked. "I'll always protect you."
Then he brought her closer, leaned forward, and planted a kiss on her forehead — then set her back at arm's length again.
Lin Weiwei's heart nearly burst out of her chest, absolutely racing, like a thousand horses galloping across the northern grasslands.
Is this it? Is it finally going to happen?
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Then nothing happened. They just stayed like that for some time. Behind her, screams could be heard from the screen. She knew the bed scene was long over.
The female protagonist was now being pursued by some poltergeist or something… whatever.
The mood was gone.
She looked at the scenery before her. Two of his buttons had fallen.
Content at seeing his chest, a small smile curved her lips. Then she pulled both of his hands down from her shoulders and slid back into his chest, his hold collapsing into an embrace.
Then she placed her head back into his chest, raised her hand and traced slow circles across his exposed chest.
You're one tough cookie, Big Brother… I didn't expect you could withstand me like that…
But still…
This is a partial victory for me.
Your heart and your lower head told me everything, Big Brother. Hehe!
And next time—
Next time… We will definitely do more.
Yes… That's it…
Big Brother has already done more to me now compared to that stalker bitch!
Even so, I'm still far behind that sneaky bitch.
Anyway… I'll do my best. This is how I make it up to him. I cannot force him to do what he doesn't want.
Very well, Big Brother. I'll just stay here silently then…
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Meanwhile, Lin Feng stared at the screen without seeing it.
He'd held the line. Barely.
Whew… that was very close. Good thing I had some training on how to deal with honey trap scenarios.
If I hadn't, I would have easily succumbed to someone like Weiwei.
Goddamnit. That original fucker really was an idiot.
If that bootlicker had been here instead, he probably would have rejected Weiwei because he would think he was cheating on Su Qingxue.
Even though he'd been performing all sorts of 'miracles' with Tingting.
No, knowing him, he would probably even escalate it by saying harsh words to her, telling her how disgusting she was for being an incestuous step-sibling—even if they weren't blood related.
Good thing it is me who is here and not that person.
But this is a problem of its own. A bigger one. Lin Feng sighed; his thoughts kept moving.
Weiwei still deserves the truth.
She still deserves the real thing…
And right at this moment, I'm being a fraud to her.
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[9:50 PM]
The rest of the movie passed in a blur.
Lin Feng forced himself to watch the screen, to focus on anything other than the warmth in his lap and the questions he couldn't answer. Lin Weiwei seemed content to simply exist against his chest, her breathing slow and even, her fingers loosely drawing circles on his exposed skin.
Neither of them spoke.
The film wound down. The horror couple survived, defeated the ghost, and got their happy ending together.
Lin Feng watched the final scene with mild disappointment.
The "terrifying" poltergeist had been defeated by the power of love and a conveniently placed image of Jesus. The jump scares were predictable, the plot was paper-thin, and the romantic subplot had all the subtlety of a sledgehammer.
He thought about the horror films from Earth. Japanese horror like Ringu and Ju-On, with their slow-building dread and imagery that crawled under your skin and stayed there.
Thai horror like Shutter and Coming Soon, which understood that the scariest things were the ones you almost didn't see.
American horror like Hereditary and The Conjuring, with their relentless tension and moments that made entire theater audiences forget how to breathe.
This... this was none of that.
To call this film "horror" was like calling Ghostbusters a horror movie. Sure, there were ghosts. Sure, people screamed occasionally. But scary? Not even close.
Is the rest of this world's entertainment like this? Or did Weiwei just pick a bad movie?
He thought as he looked down at the seductress on his lap.
Still, Lin Weiwei had chosen this movie for a reason, and it clearly wasn't for the cinematography or the horror.
After her last offensive had ended, she'd simply... settled.
No more shifting, no more "accidents," no more deliberate provocations. She'd curled up against his chest like a satisfied cat, her breathing slow and even. Content to just exist in his warmth.
It was almost more dangerous than her attacks.
At least when she was scheming, I knew what to defend against.
This quiet intimacy? This comfortable silence?
This is the real trap.
The credits rolled as slow music played, and the lights remained dim.
"The movie's over," Lin Feng said quietly.
"...I know."
Neither of them moved.
"Weiwei."
"Mm."
"We should go."
"Mm."
"That means you need to get up."
"...Mm."
She didn't move.
The silence stretched. The credits continued rolling, names neither of them saw nor cared to know.
Finally, slowly, reluctantly, she sat up.
Still in his lap. But facing him now.
Their faces were close. Very close.
Direct eye contact. Unavoidable.
Her breath caught.
His expression was unreadable, but his pulse wasn't. She could see it jumping in his neck.
The moment stretched between them—
Then she quickly buried herself back into his chest.
"Five more minutes."
"The movie's over."
"I don't care."
The credits ended. The screen went dark.
The lights stayed dim.
She wouldn't move.
Lin Feng looked around the theater. It was dark. The only lights were the glow-in-the-dark signs on the floor. He could barely see her, even though she was right in front of him.
He then understood it perfectly. After all, she'd prepared this space. Cameras probably off. Staff paid and gone. Security outside. Their privacy absolute.
This was another attempt of hers.
He could take her right here.
She wanted him to.
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"Weiwei. We need to go."
"Mm." She still didn't move.
"I mean it."
"But my legs are asleep." Lin Weiwei said it with a lie so obvious it was almost offensive.
"All of them?"
"All seven of them."
"You have seven legs?"
"The movie gave me extra legs. All asleep."
Lin Feng sighed.
"Fine."
He moved suddenly.
Lin Weiwei's breath caught.
This is it. He's finally going to—
His hands gripped her waist, and her mind short-circuited.
What is Big Brother going to do?
Push me down onto the seats? Pin me against the armrest? Carry me to the back row where it's darker and—
Oh god, what if he—
Right here? In the theater? With the staff outside?
But I told them not to come in no matter what. And the cameras are off. And the security knows not to interfere. So if he wanted to, he could—
He could—
Hehehe…
But then…
Lin Feng simply stood up.
With her still in his arms.
...Huh?
She gasped, and her arms immediately wrapped around his neck for stability.
"Big Brother—!"
Wait. Wait wait wait.
Lin Feng let out a grunting sound the moment he lifted her. He'd risen from the seat, not in a single smooth motion, but a series of grunts and once he almost dropped her. Then he finally settled, carrying her in his arms.
"Big Brother, don't lift me, I'm too heavy!"
"Eee, Weiwei, you call this heavy? I bet you weigh something like 65 kilograms."
"Hey! Big Brother, I'm not that heavy! I only weigh 54 kilograms." Lin Weiwei's voice panicked again. "Put me down. I don't want to hurt you Big Brother. You are not supposed to be lifting heavy weights."
"Well, you didn't... want to move." He adjusted his grip, one arm behind her back and the other under her knees. Then he made one hard, labored step. "So... I'm moving you. Eee!"
That's not—I wasn't—I was waiting for you to—
Her face went red. From embarrassment this time. Her imagination had just gone to some very inappropriate places, and he was just... carrying her. Like a gentleman.
"I can walk!"
"Your seven... legs are asleep."
"I—that's—put me down!"
"How about… no?" Lin Feng teased her as he made labored strides while climbing the steps to the cinema's exit.
"But I'm heavy, and you might hurt yourself."
"Heavy?" He glanced down at her with genuine amusement. "Weiwei… you call yourself... heavy? Eeeh! With this body of yours?" He scoffed. "You're not… heavy at all. If anything, it's the opposite."
Her face burned even hotter.
She buried her face deeper into his neck, curling into him until she resembled nothing so much as an oversized koala.
Lin Feng adjusted his grip, grunting and breathing deeply.
He then carried her up the aisle and through the empty theater, his footsteps echoing off the walls before being swallowed by the vastness of the space.
This man... this man is completely impossible!
I gave you every opening! Every excuse! I practically gift-wrapped myself for you!
And you're just going to carry me out like some kind of... of... gentleman?!
Very well… If that's the case… then… don't mind me if I do this…
Lin Weiwei buried her face in his neck, hiding her burning cheeks. She did not give him a hard time. She did not even let out the slightest struggle.
As if she were more afraid for him than for herself, even at the thought of him losing his grip.
The two of them soon reached the entrance, passing the two men there who looked more like bouncers than cinema staff. Then they passed the usher who'd shown them in earlier.
He glanced up, saw them, and looked immediately back down at his paperwork. Professional and silent.
Security personnel in dark suits stood near the exits—Lin family guards, watching and protecting.
They're all seeing me like this...
Everyone is seeing the Second Young Master carry me out like a—
Like a bride.
Lin Weiwei's heart stuttered.
This... this wasn't the plan.
But...
This is actually better.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng's mind catalogued the details as he walked—the NDAs, the security, the disabled cameras, the private theater.
This level of operational planning was worthy of a military campaign.
She prepared for everything. For me to—
He didn't finish the thought.
Good thing I didn't fall for it.
The glass doors opened, and the cool night air hit them.
Lin Feng continued to walk all the way to the car, with her in his arms. On a nearby post, the clock read 10 PM.
However, the light in the sky remained as it had been since he entered the restaurant earlier.
But with Lin Weiwei in his arms, his sweat running down his face.
Yet, even though he was already at his own limits, he paid no attention to the sky, or the clock, or his own exhausted body.
Then he finally put her down the moment they arrived at the car, with him panting heavily, hands on his knees.
"Big Brother… Are you okay?" Lin Weiwei stepped closer to him, all of her machinations to seduce him suddenly suspended as worry took hold of her.
"Never… Been… Haaa… Hooo… Better…" Lin Feng replied between breaths, giving a thumbs up.
"Oh… Okay…" Lin Weiwei looked at him with a guilty expression. "Let's go home then Big Brother. I'll drive this time."
"Okay…" He replied, slowly walking towards the passenger seat. "By the way... you feel... so soft to... the touch."
She paused for a moment as she looked at him with a pleased expression. Then the guilt slowly evaporated from her face.
"Of course… Anyway, Big Brother, if you want to touch your little Weiwei, you don't need to ask, just touch me and I'll be the happiest girl in the world."
She quickly entered the driver's seat, not giving Lin Feng a chance to respond. He then followed her into the front passenger seat.
Finally, the two of them left the cinema.
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[End of Chapter]