Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Chen Feng stood in the center of the living room, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, watching Liu Yu's panicked figure flee into the bedroom, her incoherent words still echoing in his ears.

It's not that he doesn't understand.

Although he hadn't read many books, this kind of subtle, suggestive exchange between men and women was already an unspoken understanding for someone his age and with his experience.

Chen Feng smiled knowingly, stubbed out his cigarette, and walked toward the slightly ajar door.

Pushing open the door, only a small bedside lamp was lit in the room, its dim yellow light gently enveloping the person beside the bed. Liu Yu sat with her back to the door, her hands tightly gripping the edge of the sheets, her shoulders rising and falling slightly, as if she were trying to regulate her breathing.

"Sister Yu." Chen Feng closed the door behind him, the sound of the lock clicking loudly in the silence.

Liu Yu's back stiffened visibly for a moment, but she did not turn around.

Chen Feng walked up behind her, leaned closer, and his warm breath brushed against her ear: "I didn't hear what you said just now... What did you say... water?"

Liu Yu's face instantly flushed, turning red all the way to her neck. She abruptly turned around and tilted her head back. Her eyes, usually sharp and bright when she was doing accounting, were now misty and shimmering, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"You...you stop pretending to be confused!" She bit her lower lip, her voice trembling. "Chen Feng, are you forcing me to tell you?"

Chen Feng chuckled softly, reaching out to gently stroke her cheek, his fingertips brushing against her burning earlobe: "I want to hear you say it yourself."

Liu Yu took a deep breath, as if she had mustered all her courage, and suddenly grabbed Chen Feng's hand, pulling his arm around her waist.

"That means... I miss you."

Her voice was as light as a feather, yet it struck Chen Feng's heart heavily: "The day you pulled me back from the abyss, I knew then that my body and my heart would belong to you for life. Do you want to...?"

This statement is more straightforward than anything else, and more moving than anything else.

Looking at the woman before him, who had laid bare all her armor and revealed her most genuine and vulnerable side for him, Chen Feng felt a fire ignite within him. Without another word, he pulled her into his arms and pressed her onto the soft bed.

"Sister Yu, once you've said that, you can't take it back."

"I won't accept it." Liu Yu raised her hand to wrap around his neck, awkwardly but firmly offering her lips.

Their breaths mingled, and the temperature rose sharply.

Liu Yu, usually so carefree, was completely different at this moment. Her awkwardness was obvious, and every touch made her tremble slightly.

When Chen Feng's fingertips brushed against her collarbone, she almost flinched. The white nightgown was slowly pulled off, revealing her fair skin, which had never been seen before, and shimmered with a delicate sheen under the warm yellow light.

Her clothes slipped silently off, and Liu Yu instinctively tried to curl up and cover herself, but Chen Feng gently but firmly held her wrist.

"Don't hide," he whispered in her ear, "Let me take a good look at you."

His kisses began at her ear, moving down her neck, delicate and tender. Liu Yu felt like a melting spring snowflake, softening inch by inch under his touch.

"I'm a little scared..."

"Sister Yu, is this your first time?"

"What do you think?" Liu Yu glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed, but her eyes were glistening with tears.

Chen Feng chuckled and hugged her even tighter.

……

And in the room right next door, separated by only one wall.

Lin Fang lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

The soundproofing in the old attic was so poor that the sounds coming from the next room were as clear as demonic noises piercing her ears.

The bed frame creaked and shook.

Liu Yu's suppressed scream.

Chen Feng's heavy breathing sounded like a bugle call to charge.

Lin Fang's face was burning hot. She pulled the blanket over her head, trying to block out the sounds, but the faint noises still kept getting into her ears.

Her feelings were extremely complicated.

A bitter taste, jealousy, and a kind of inexplicable grievance.

She's Chen Feng's woman too!

She still vividly remembers the madness of that night. The image of Chen Feng holding her and riding her still makes her feel hot all over when she dreams of him in the middle of the night.

First, Liu Yu had an accident, and Chen Feng stayed by her side every step of the way. Now that Liu Yu is better, the two of them are back together...

What about her?

Who does she think she is?

Lin Fang turned over and buried her face in the pillow. The sounds around her grew more intense, and her body began to heat up. The image of Chen Feng on top of her that night involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

"That damn guy..." she muttered under her breath, biting her lip.

After I finished cursing, my eyes inexplicably started to sting.

She wasn't unhappy for Liu Yu. After going through something like that, Xiao Yu was able to get through it and find someone to rely on; she was genuinely happy for her.

but……

"When...will it be my turn...?"

Lin Fang murmured to herself, her voice tinged with a hint of resentment.

She knew she shouldn't have these thoughts. But she just couldn't control herself.

The man lying next door had unknowingly entered her heart and occupied all her thoughts.

She knew very well that once Liu Yu broke through that barrier, the unspoken understanding would be completely shattered. From now on, Chen Feng would no longer belong solely to her, but to both of them.

This delicate love triangle made Lin Fang feel both ashamed and, subtly... a strange sense of absurd excitement.

……

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, casting golden dappled patterns on the floor.

When Chen Feng woke up, Liu Yu was still clinging to him like an octopus. Her face was flushed with satisfaction, and a smile played on her lips; she was fast asleep.

Chen Feng gently pulled his arm away from Liu Yu's pillow, quietly put on his clothes, took a deep breath, and mentally prepared himself before pushing open the bedroom door.

The living room was filled with the aroma of congee with preserved egg and lean pork, mixed with... a faint but palpable murderous aura.

In the kitchen, Lin Fang was chopping scallions with her back to him.

"Da, da, da, da."

The sound of the cleaver hitting the cutting board was extremely fast and powerful, each strike sounding as if it were going to chop the board to pieces, sending chills down Chen Feng's spine.

Chen Feng steeled himself and walked over, gently wrapping his arms around Lin Fang's voluptuous waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and nuzzling her affectionately.

"Good morning, Sister Fang."

Lin Fang's body stiffened abruptly, and the cleaver in her hand slammed heavily onto the cutting board with a "clang," sending half a scallion flying.