He remained unmoved, his fingertips lightly caressing the soft skin on her inner thigh. "Didn't you say you wanted me to be your devoted servant?"

Her cheeks flushed, but her glare held little heat. "I was just teasing you."

"Were you?" He slowly grasped her calf, pulling her toward him.

Caught off guard, Yan Zhen lost her balance, her bottom sliding to the edge of the sofa as he continued to pull.

"You—"

Before she could finish, Chen Huaixu lifted her skirt.

The view beneath was completely exposed.

He curled his fingers, pressing his knuckles against her core, lightly tracing the delicate folds of her s3x through the fabric of her panties. The hard edge against her sensitive flesh quickly escalated her breathing, the fabric growing damp with a spreading dark stain.

She tried to press her legs together to push him away, but her strength was no match for his. Forced apart, she felt his fingers kneading her through the thin material, a wave of sensitivity making her waist go weak. Reaching out, she tried to grab his hand. "Mmm... Don't..."

He caught her fingers, guiding them to touch herself. Startled, Yan Zhen quickly pulled back, but the control was already his.

Chen Huaixu pressed harder, pushing the damp fabric into her now open folds, grinding his knuckles against the sensitive flesh. Yan Zhen whimpered, her thighs trembling.

After a moment, he withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his palm, cupping her entirely. He pressed the heel of his hand downwards, and the already sensitized flesh couldn't take it. Yan Zhen shuddered, a moan escaping her lips as a wave of moisture soaked through her panties.

He hooked a finger under the waistband and pulled them down, exposing her wet core to the air.

"You...!" Humiliated and angry, she shrank back, tugging at her skirt to cover herself. He was faster, though, capturing her thighs and holding them apart.

Chen Huaixu spread her legs wider, revealing the wet, red folds. Her swollen mound pulsed, her lips sealed in a delicate line, glistening with moisture that trickled down her skin.

He took off his jacket and placed it beneath her.

Yan Zhen, mortified under his intense gaze, started to turn and scold him, but his next action confused her. "...Isn't the sofa clean?"

"It is clean, which is why it shouldn't be stained." He spread her legs further, holding them against his shoulders. Lowering his head towards her wet folds, his breath warm against her skin, he chuckled softly. "I'm afraid you'll flood the sofa."

It took a moment for the crude implication to sink in, and then Yan Zhen's ears burned crimson. "...Chen Huaixu! You p3rvert—Ah!"

A cry escaped her lips, completely unexpected.

Because he had taken her between his lips.

The scene was undeniably er0tic.

Chen Huaixu, impeccably dressed, knelt before her, her legs draped over his shoulders, his hands gripping her thighs, his face buried between her legs. The hem of her skirt fell over his head, almost as if she were sheltering him beneath it.

Her devoted servant.

His ability to fulfill her teasing request was certainly… thorough.

The thought of Chen Huaixu's usually impassive, aloof face now engaged in such an intimate act sent another wave of heat through Yan Zhen.