"Nnh... ngh!" Bai Rong whimpered as Mo Han sucked on her bottom lip, barely giving her space to breathe.
She was supposed to take the lead, Yet here she was, being pressed down by Mo Han. How was she going to return home and report this to her clan?
Her fingers trembled, curling into the fabric of his robes as if holding onto him was the only thing keeping her on her feet. She had never been kissed like this before—gently, as if she meant the world to him.
But to Mo Han, he was simply too drunk on the taste of strawberries lingering on her tongue.
He began to suspect the system was responsible for this, and despite his desire to ignore everything and focus on the mission, he couldn't deny that this was making the dragon hidden underneath his robes rage.
He tightened his hold on her, pressing his body into hers, making sure she could feel how much he wanted her. But too bad—Mo Han knew he couldn't get ahead of himself.
Maybe, just maybe, he could pass on this first mission, and the next time they meet, her desire level would be over the bars.
Wishful thinking, but he could dream right.
[Desire Level: 45/100 (Aroused)]
Mo Han almost bit her tongue when he saw the numbers rise. The realization then hit him—this was why he could smell her Yin essence dripping from her flower. Strangely it made him quite aroused too.
He pulled away from the kiss, watching her through hazy eyes as she gasped for air. "I didn't know you were such a good kisser. You know how to serve your master well." He praised, patting her on the head.
She didn't scurry away. Instead, she her face away, her cheeks flushed red, and Mo Han chuckled.
How could someone this cute be so dangerous?
Then, all of a sudden, Bai Rong sniffed something from the air, something that caused her to drool. It was the strong scent of Yang Essence in Mo Han's raging dragon. Mo Han's brows furrowed. What was she—
Before he could react, Bai Rong straddled him on the bed, heart-shaped pupils locking onto him with a hunger that made him gulp.
Dumbfounded, he froze. What was supposed to do? Right now, Bai Rong looked less like a bunny demon and more like a starved beast.
Although, he didn't mind that.
This felt like something that had turned into an entirely dangerous and yet delicious situation.
[Desire Level: 60/100 (Heavily Aroused.)]
'What the—So fast? What triggered her?!'
Before he could figure it out, her small fingers wrapped around the head of his dragos teasingly. His body jolted, and without thinking, he grabbed her hand.
She glared at him, and he let go almost immediately, in surrender.
"Let's make a bet."
'More like a gamble...with my life.' A gamble where, if he lost, his dragon might become a support machine rather than a weapon for destruction.
She paused, tilting her head, pressing a finger on her lips and giving him this questioning gaze. What was he saying? Is he not going to do with me? I am very hungry.
Seeing that Bai Rong was finally giving him a little bit attention, Mo Han sighed internally. "Let me be the one to be of service to you right now, give you the best feeling you have never experienced and if I don't make this work, you are free to use me however you like."
"hmmm...." She mused on his suggestions, rolling her eyes left to right, while chewing on her bottom lip that was swollen from the kiss they shared before.
It was a tempting offer for her, especially when she can't wait, she needed to mate with him right now, but he claimed that if he failed, she could do whatever she wanted with him. Her perception of Mo Han began to improve.
He was nothing like the good-for-nothing young master of the Ye Family that people talked about.
"Thank you for your kind words, Young Master. I will be in your care." She replied softly, slipping down one of her sleeves to reveal her snow-white shoulders. Mo Han gulped, his mind already going numb from imagining how soft her skin would feel.
Bai Rong noticing his intense gaze, looked away, soon he laid her on the bed carefuly, while doing away with the uniform she wore. His eyes widened and his clenched his fist realizing that she was not wearing anything underneath.
[Are you sure you are not going to chicken away~]
The fluffball echoed in it's head, Mo Han felt a twinge of headache from the rage that engulfed him after hearing that tiny voice, but he decided to ignore it.
His hand found her waist, firm yet careful, feeling the tremors that wracked her body. She didn't pull away, beads of sweat gathered on her forehead, but she only bit down on her lower lips, closed her eyes and looked away.
Mo Han leaned in, letting her body melt into his even though he was still perfectly clad in his room. She gasped softly as his tongue brushed against her ears and he sucked on them. She clenched her fist on the hem of his sleeves and it sent a thrill through him.
When was the last time, he was clutched that hard before?
Yeah, it was during sex with Lina Cheng, he had totally forgot that if he was to be given an award for this kind of stimulation, he was the god of stimulation.
Just as he cupped her twin heavenly peaks with hands, she cried out making him freeze in place. "P-please, Master. Becareful..." She murmured in a tight whisper and Mo Han could feel the thrill that shot through his spine.
[You have found her spiritual space.]
The system announced, and Mo Han almost screamed in joy but he knew he couldn't do it, he knew he only touched her breasts but what spot exactly was the spiritual space located in?
'I will have to find out.'
He said in determination, he pressed his body against her, positioning himself in between her legs making her mind reel with possibilities. Then he wrapped his tongue around each of her nipples getting a taste of the milk-ish scent he had picked off when she got close to him.
He closed his eyes and decided to focus. While his mouth focused on one of her breasts, his other hand focused on touching the other breat.
But then suddenly, when his fingers pressed again on a particular spot underneath her left breast, the air shifted and when he blinked his eyes open he found himself in a white vast space.
It was only for a second because when he blinked his eyes again, he was back as if he never left. She was writhing underneath him, soaked with sweat, her eyes beady with tears as her body vibrated.
The bunny's demon's eyes widened finally realizing that something was wrong, a strangled whimper escaping her lips as she pressed a hand to her chest. Her pupils dilated, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
[First Mission Complete: How do you want to collect you reward?]
Mo Han was happy but then his happiness was shortlived when she went completely slack in his arms. He was yet to get to the good part but because he had touched the entrance to her spiritual space and it had weakened her, she couldn't bear with the over stimulation.
Her breathing went shallow and from that day onward, Bai Rong promised herself she would never leave Mo Han's side.
Mo Han blinked at the turn of events. "Oops?" Did her overdo it? He began to wonder what exactly happened the one second he was away.
At that moment, the only thing that was plausible was that his spirit left his body at that particular time and travelled into her own, but what happened during that second.
[Your body froze for a second, don't worry she didn't notice.]
Mo Han shook his head, finally getting everything, he drapped the quilt over her body, brushing a stray lock of hair. He was going to deal with this later, at least he was able to finish the mission without getting killed.
He exhaled slowly, ignoring the raging dragon that was twitching to come out. Submerging his face in the cold basin of water did the trick and subdued the dragon back into its cage.
'Maybe some other day, I could have a taste.'
That was Mo Han's thought, he might be some lazy ass dude, who didn't do anything unless pushed but when it came to drooling over women, he was the perfect candidate. Even right now, his hand hovered over her breast still aching to touch those huge twin peaks but he looked away immediately.
He had a banquet filled with other women to appear at. Then later he could see what kind of reward he was given.
*****
Mo Han stepped into the grand banquet hall, littered with a lot of guest, and with a podium where girls dressed in vibrant pink robes danced. The people who set their eyes on him looked at him with spite.
Gone were his tattered robes, what he wore was midnight-blue robes, his dark hair neatly tired with a jade pendant hanging loosely from his waist, a symbol of his status as the young master of the Ye Family.
But before he could advance into the hall, the whispers started.
"Is that...Mo Han?"
"Wasn't he always the type to never show up in such gatherings?"
"Did he steal those robes? He looks totally different."
Mo Han wanted to check himself, and wondered why exactly was he, who was the useless second son of the Ye Family receiving attention from the socialiates?
Shouldn't he be at the background?
He timidly lowered his head, scratching the back of his head. Among the murmuring voices, noble ladies fanned themselves, their gaze lingering on him longer than necessary. So that was it? Despite the fact he still looked Scrawny, he still looked presentable.
Bai Rong must have done a good job.
Mo Han ignored them because that was not really his main intention for being here. Instead her was here to gather information about the city he was in.
No one else would know the continent more than the people who lived in it.