Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 411 Bullying the Concubine (5)

?Chen Yulan however, had gravely underestimated Zhang Wei's penchant for bullying her.

Lying beside her, he too was gazing at the ceiling, lost in thought, when a devilish idea sparked behind his eyes, lighting them up with a malicious glint.

A sly grin spread across his face as he turned to her, his voice laced with feigned innocence. "Yulan, where is my goodnight kiss?" he inquired, as if it were the most natural request in the world.

"Huh?" Chen Yulan's eyelids, which had been drooping in the embrace of sleep, fluttered open in surprise. For a moment, she wondered if she had slipped into a dream where reality had twisted into absurdity.

Zhang Wei didn't miss a beat, repeating his request with a hint of amusement coloring his tone, "Where is my goodnight kiss? Surely, you haven't forgotten that, have you?"

"..."

Silence enveloped her, a blanket of confusion and disbelief.

Chen Yulan was speechless, her mind racing as she tried to decipher his true intentions.

What game was he playing at now?

With a heavy sigh, she conceded to the bizarre request, moving closer to him.

Her lips brushed against his cheek in a peck so light it was as if a butterfly had landed for but a moment before taking flight again. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by N(o)vᴇl(ꜰ)ire.nᴇt

Settling back into her previous position, her thoughts were a tumultuous storm, swirling with disarray and disbelief.

Yet, Zhang Wei, ever the provocateur, was not satisfied. "Not sincere enough, do it again," he declared, a challenge in his voice that hinted at the depths of his delight.

The torment continued, Zhang Wei finding a new flaw with each of Chen Yulan's attempts. "That one was too quick," he critiqued with a smirk after the second attempt.

"And that," he said after the third, "lacked affection."

With each critique, Chen Yulan's patience thinned, but a part of her, the part that couldn't bear to disappoint, compelled her to try again.

Smooch!

Smooch! Smooch!

And again. Her kisses, initially hesitant and light, grew in confidence, each one a silent plea for approval, until resignation washed over her.

Smooch! Smooch! Smooch!

She found herself pressing her lips to his cheek repeatedly, each kiss a wordless whisper of her complex feelings toward him.

Zhang Wei, sensing her surrender, suddenly shifted, turning her to face him. Their eyes locked, and in his gaze, she saw a flicker of something indefinable. "Too bad," he teased, his voice a blend of mockery and warmth, "You don't even know how to kiss."

!!

Chen Yulan's eyes twitched in annoyance at his words, her own caught in her throat.

"Let me show you," Zhang Wei abruptly announced with a whisper, his words a delicate promise, as he turned towards her with a graceful pivot.

Rustle...

The air, until then a quiet observer, was pierced with the soft symphony of rustling sheets, dancing in a whimsical ballet of sensual delicacy.

With the litheness and fluidity, Zhang Wei maneuvered himself above her frame. The feather-like pressure of his body pressing against her woke a floodgate of sensations racing through her veins.

Every stroke of skin against skin, every ripple of warmth cascading from his formidable chest against her soft, sensitive skin, resounded with a silent music. Her tender nipples softly rubbing directly against his chest set in motion rapid waves of breath that rose and fell in echo of their bodies.

His eyes caught hers in an ironclad grip, the captivating smile that played upon his lips was a prelude to the sensual symphony that was about to follow. He began a slow descent towards her, his lips parting hers with a tenderness that stood in stark contrast to the simmering depth of their actions.

His tongue ventured a gentle escapade into her mouth, creating a whirlpool of overwhelming and exhilarating pleasure. What began as a simple exploration soon escalated into a profound supremacy of delicacy.

His actions had sparked a furious storm of emotions within her.

Chen Yulan's initial shock gave way to a tumult of emotions. Her hands, curled into fists at her sides, slowly relaxed, unfolding as if to embrace the complexity of her feelings.

Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them building.

As they parted, Chen Yulan was left breathless, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations. "Is that... a... Goodnight kiss?" she managed to squeeze out words, her voice lost, betraying the turmoil inside her.

Zhang Wei looked into her eyes, a hint of seriousness beneath his playful exterior. "Yes, make sure I don't need to teach you again."

"... Gulp..." A beat of hesitance, then Chen Yulan swallowed nervously, her heart thundering inside her chest long after Zhang Wei had drawn back.

The thought of enduring such an intense ritual every night ignited a wild blush, setting her cheeks aflame.

'Impossible,' the word whirled inside her mind in a dizzying loop, fear mingling with anticipation, her face awash in flaming embarrassment at the daunting prospect.

Zhang Wei, under the veil of the darkness, covertly observed Chen Yulan's discomposed state. A secretive smile played at the corners of his mouth as he watched her, "Yulan," he whispered, his voice a soft murmur laden with an unspoken invitation.

"Y-Yes?" Chen Yulan's response was tinged with stiffness, a visible tension in her voice as her heart fluttered with an uneasy rhythm.

"Come closer. Why are you keeping such a distance?" Zhang Wei's voice was a blend of curiosity and mock complaint, questioning the mere inches that lay between them as if they were miles.

Chen Yulan's gaze flitted to the space he mentioned, noting its insignificance yet feeling it as an expansive gap. With a reluctant shuffle, she bridged the distance, her movements hesitant yet compelled by his request.

"More closer," he pressed, his voice softer this time, an implicit command wrapped in velvet.

"Hmm..." Complying with a soft hum, Chen Yulan moved yet closer, her compliance silent yet speaking volumes of her growing surrender.

"Not enough," he insisted, the words barely above a whisper.

Wordlessly, Chen Yulan eradicated the remaining distance, their bodies melding together in a seamless embrace, her head finding a resting place over his chest.

The warmth from their contact spread through her, a comforting balm to the awkwardness of the moment.

Zhang Wei nodded, a gesture of approval that she could feel more than see. "Good, but let's adjust a bit more," he said, directing her hands with gentle precision across his body, outlining where he wanted her to hold him. "Tilt yourself, put your legs over here, and hug me tightly," he instructed, his demands layering one after another.

Chen Yulan's eyes twitched with the absurdity of his demands, yet she found herself complying, wrapping her arms around him in a reluctant hug designed for sleep.

The realization of her naked body struck her anew, a reminder of the unorthodox closeness they were sharing.

Resigned yet oddly content, Chen Yulan accepted her fate, her night with Zhang Wei shaping up to be far more eventful than she had ever anticipated.