"That one was a spur-of-the-moment purchase," Ye Li said, climbing onto the bed to help her into the flimsy garment.

The white chiffon slip dress was sheer, offering the illusion of coverage while revealing everything. Her curves were visible beneath the fabric, clinging to her skin. It did nothing to ease her discomfort; if anything, it heightened Ye Li's arousal.

He’d bought it after the banquet. He didn’t know why; he’d seen it on his way back from the therapy center and bought it without thinking. All he could picture was her n1pples peeking through her dress, half-hidden, half-revealed. He’d imagined what she would look like wearing something like this.

Now, seeing it on her, his eyes were glued to her body, unwavering. His hand traced her curves, thumb pressing against her n1pples through the thin fabric. In an instant, he had pushed her back onto the bed.

He latched onto her br3ast, his mouth working against the chiffon. The thin material offered token resistance before surrendering, dampening with his saliva and clinging to her skin, an invitation he couldn’t refuse.

He sucked and nipped, his tongue lashing against her n1pple, the sensation both muffled and amplified by the fabric. It was a tantalizing tease, sending shivers down her spine. Her fingers tangled in his hair, unsure whether she wanted him to be gentler or harder.

Every pore in her body seemed to open, screaming for more.

His hand lifted the useless skirt, his c0ck already pressing against her entrance. Her body, accustomed to his touch, readily parted for him. She shuddered. "No… stop, Ye Li. I still have a fever."

He froze, his c0ck buried deep inside her. He’d already thrust several times, but he forced himself to stop.

He looked up at her, eyes bloodshot. But Niu Shurui knew this wasn’t from tears. This was lvst.

He stared at her, his gaze filled with a silent plea, willing her to give in.

She swallowed, shaking her head. "No," she whispered firmly.

A whimper escaped his lips, a guttural sound like a wounded animal. He gripped her hips, slowly withdrawing, but not before giving one last, agonizing thrust.

Then, before she could speak, he pulled out completely.

He knelt on the bed, collapsing back onto his heels, his gaze fixed on her now-empty entrance. He seemed bewildered by her refusal, unable to comprehend why her fever prevented them from continuing.

His c0ck twitched between his legs, equally confused. Why had it been allowed inside moments ago, but not now?

Niu Shurui took several deep breaths, then, acutely aware of her n4kedness, turned to burrow under the covers.

But Ye Li, his eyes still fixated on her s3x, moved suddenly. He braced his knees on either side of her, trapping her.

He took her hand, kissing it before placing it on his hardened c0ck, forcing her to stroke him.

Her brow furrowed. She tried to pull away, but he leaned down, his mouth finding her other br3ast, the thin fabric offering little barrier to his teeth and tongue. He sucked hard, the material bunching around his mouth.

He pulled back, dissatisfied, shifting the soaked fabric to expose a dry patch before taking it into his mouth again.

He repeated this several times, refusing to simply remove the dress.

Niu Shurui gasped, her body writhing. She tried to push him away with her other hand, but he caught it, his fingers lacing through hers, pinning it to the bed.

The next time he shifted the fabric, he realized her hand wasn’t there. Almost instinctively, he used his teeth to pull the dress aside.

The soaked chiffon clung to her skin. His teeth grazed her sensitive flesh as he tugged at the material, each bite sending jolts of pleasure through her.

He continued to pull the dress upwards, bunching the wet fabric against her chest, finally exposing her br3asts. His lips closed around her n1pple, teeth scraping against it, sending waves of intense sensation through her.

She came, her body convulsing, but he showed no signs of release.

Her hand, though soft, wasn’t enough. He increased his pace, stroking himself furiously, the muscles in his arm bulging.

Even as her palm began to chafe, his c0ck remained stubbornly hard.

He bit down on her n1pple, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body bucking against hers.

The distant mirror reflected the disturbing scene: the man, his tall frame hunched over her, his back arched like a wild beast forcing itself upon her. His breathing was so labored she feared he might tear her apart and devour her after he came.

Her n1pple, trapped between his teeth, throbbed with pleasure. Her s3x, still wet and open, yearned to be filled.

The denied pleasure was agonizing, but it also kept her tethered to a sliver of sanity.

Her palm stung.

If this continued, Ye Li, unable to find release, would undoubtedly force himself inside her.

She moved her pinned hand, hoping he wouldn’t notice. Lost in his frustration, he didn’t.

She freed her hand, placing it on his back, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles.

He looked up sharply, his face flushed, his expression frightening. Startled, she froze.

But then, the beast in him softened. He buried his face in her shoulder, his other arm reaching under her waist, pulling her closer, forcing her to arch her back. Her mound pressed against his er3ction, and he groaned, the tip of his c0ck swelling.

The contact seemed to help. His breathing grew even more ragged, and she heard him whimper, "Touch me, Niuniu, touch me…"

She resumed stroking his back, feeling his body tremble beneath her hand.

"Kiss me…" he pleaded.

She hesitated, then, hearing the near-sob in his voice, turned her head, pressing a soft kiss to the skin behind his ear.

Finally, with a groan that was both pained and ecstatic, he thrust his c0ck against her entrance. Before she could react, he began to pump furiously against her, his hand working his exposed shaft until he erupted.