Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

He finally couldn't resist, leaning down and slowly placing his hand on her open neckline. Her snow-white skin was warm and delicate, like the finest silk. His fingertips gently traced the deep cleavage, feeling her full, soft breasts rise and fall slightly with her breath. Chen Feng's breathing grew heavier, and his hand boldly covered hers, gently kneading her breasts through the thin lace—the astonishing touch and fullness almost made him lose control.

His other hand wasn't idle either. It slid down her slender waist, across her flat stomach, and stopped at her shapely buttocks encased in her pencil skirt, giving them a firm squeeze. The firmness and softness in his palm intensified the fire burning in his lower abdomen. That perfect curve seemed born to make one lose control.

"Sister Hong..." he murmured softly, his voice hoarse and unlike his own. He leaned down and took a deep breath of her neck, the familiar light fragrance mixed with the scent of wine almost burning away his reason. He even lowered his head, his lips gently brushing against her slightly parted red lips, his tongue tentatively touching hers, but stopping abruptly at the last moment.

Chen Feng sat up abruptly, veins throbbing on his forehead, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. In the end, he could only pant heavily, steal a few more greedy glances at her, before forcing himself to pull the blanket up for her, dragging down her slipped skirt to cover her long, slender, white legs.

This was already the most reckless thing he'd done tonight. He feared that if he took another step, he really wouldn't be able to stop.

Chen Feng himself was also quite drunk, so he didn't go to the guest room. He took off his coat and shoes, and lay down on the other side of the bed, with his back to her. The alcohol took effect, and he fell into a deep sleep within minutes.

The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains.

Chen Feng woke up groggily to find his arm tightly wrapped around Jiang Hong's waist, her head resting on his chest, one of her long legs straddling him, her entire body almost embedded in his embrace. To make matters worse, his morning erection was pressing hard against her soft abdomen. What made his mind explode was that—neither of them had taken off their clothes last night, yet now they were both completely naked, wearing only their underwear. Her lace bra was half-draped over her shoulder, revealing a large expanse of her fair skin; his shirt was nowhere to be seen, and he was only wearing thin underwear.

Chen Feng instantly snapped back to reality, his mind flashing back to last night like a movie.

Did Sister Hong wake up in the middle of the night and take off her clothes herself? Or...did she take mine off on purpose? If she really wanted to test me, what if I had been bolder last night...?

A wave of intense regret washed over him. He'd had the chance last night, but he'd stubbornly resisted. Now, his clothes were off, but nothing had happened; he'd missed such a perfect opportunity. If he had another chance, he would never be a saint again!

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, wishing he could slap himself—Chen Feng, Chen Feng, you're such a coward!

Jiang Hong had actually woken up long ago, but kept her eyes closed and didn't move. She had pretended to be drunk last night, wanting to see if this guy would dare to cross the line, but he actually slept soundly all night, not even daring to take advantage of her. As for the clothes... she was feeling hot in the middle of the night, so she casually took off both of their outer garments, hoping to create some "opportunity" for him, but he slept like a log and didn't react at all.

A strange feeling of bitterness welled up in my heart.

"Am I getting old? Have I lost all my charm?" she wondered to herself. "Or is it that in his eyes, I'll always just be an older sister, not a woman?"

Thinking of this, she shifted slightly, deliberately pressing her body closer to his, her long legs rubbing against his thigh, her voice hoarse from just waking up: "Xiao Feng... you're awake?"

Chen Feng froze instantly, as if struck by lightning, his voice trembling: "Sister Hong... I... we... clothes..."

Jiang Hong opened her eyes and looked at him with a half-smile, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

"What, you slept with me all night, even took your clothes off, and now you're shy?" She propped herself up, deliberately preventing him from escaping, her full breasts swaying gently with the movement. "You didn't do anything to me last night? You didn't even dare to touch me much... Am I really that unattractive to you?"

Chen Feng's face flushed red. He stammered, trying to explain, but couldn't utter a single word. His mind was filled with regret: If only he had known...

Seeing his expression, Jiang Hong's displeasure dissipated considerably, and she couldn't help but smile slightly. She deliberately poked his chest with her finger: "Alright, stop stuttering. Get up and wash up; breakfast is ready downstairs."

After saying that, she got out of bed first, turned her back to him, and slowly picked up her clothes from the floor. As she swayed her hips, the curves of her shapely buttocks, covered only by her underwear, were fully exposed. Chen Feng saw this and regretted it to the core.

As Jiang Hong walked towards the bathroom, a subtle smile crept onto her lips—this kid, let's see how long you can hold out.

When Chen Feng came out of the Emerald Bay villa, it was already broad daylight.

Jiang Hong saw him to the door, a faint smile playing on her lips, and said meaningfully, "Xiao Feng, don't let yourself regret it next time. Haha..."

Chen Feng felt his face flush, pretended not to understand, jumped into a taxi and drove off.

I wandered around the streets for a bit, bought a pack of cigarettes, and some breakfast to take back to Lin Fang and Liu Yu. Monkey had called last night to let me know he was safe, but he hadn't come home all night, so I had to go back and check on him.

It was almost ten o'clock when I pushed open the attic door.

Pushing open the door, the atmosphere inside was somewhat subtle. The window was open, and the morning breeze rustled the floral curtains. Liu Yu was sitting at a small square table preparing vegetables when she heard the door open. She paused, looked up at Chen Feng, and her eyes held a complex mix of relief and resentment.

"Hey, Feng's back?" Liu Yu spoke first, his voice drawn out with obvious sarcasm.

Lin Fang was standing in front of the mirror combing her hair, wearing a light pink loungewear. Hearing the noise, she turned around abruptly. "You're back?" Her voice was soft, yet carried the calm before a storm.

Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat. He forced a smile, closed the door, and said, "Yeah, you're back. I drank too much yesterday."

"Monkey said last night that you're alright and that you're discussing something important with Sister Hong."

Lin Fang put down the comb and walked towards him step by step. Her eyes scanned Chen Feng from head to toe, as if she were scrutinizing a suspect who had just been brought to justice.

Chen Feng instinctively tried to shrink back, but there was a door behind him, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

Lin Fang walked up to him and stopped, the distance between them no more than a fist's width. She didn't get angry; instead, she slightly tiptoed and leaned close to Chen Feng's neck, her nostrils twitching gently, like an alert kitten sniffing something.

"hiss--"

Chen Feng was stiff all over and didn't dare to breathe.

Lin Fang sniffed carefully, from his collar down to his shoulders, finally stopping at his chest. That was the spot where Jiang Hong had slept all night.

Suddenly, Lin Fang raised her head, her once gentle eyes now slightly narrowed, and a dangerous smile curved her lips as she looked at him.

"Chen Feng, you seem to be enjoying discussing this 'big matter'."

Liu Yu, who was standing to the side, threw the vegetables in her hand into the basin with a "smack," snorted coldly, and said sarcastically, "That's right, Sister Hong lives in a big villa and uses imported perfumes, unlike our shabby attic, which smells like cooking oil."

Chen Feng broke out in a cold sweat. These two women, working in tandem, were even more difficult to deal with than when he faced Master Jiu last night.