The Guide to Rising to Power: The Ultimate Schemes of a Green Tea Beauty

Xiang Yuchuan's hand trembled violently.

The sensation under his palm was soft, full, and elastic, completely different from what he had imagined.

Shen Yao looks slender with a waist so small it could be encircled by a single hand, but this particular area is exceptionally well-developed, with an indescribable feel to it.

This sudden, extremely stimulating sensation was like a red-hot blade, instantly slicing through the last bit of reason and struggle in his mind.

Shen Yao let out a suppressed, trembling moan at just the right moment, a sound like the strongest aphrodisiac.

Xiang Yuchuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his breathing became completely disordered.

He felt as if his soul had been stolen by the enchantress before him, his mind went blank, and only his instincts drove him to act.

The hand that Shen Yao had been guiding was no longer stiff; instead, it seemed to have gained its own consciousness and began to explore and possess uncontrollably.

Shen Yao felt the warmth and strength of his hand and knew that the situation was settled.

She closed her eyes, tilting her head back to meet his predatory kiss that descended upon her again, letting things spiral out of control in the direction she had envisioned...

The night was deep, and the master bedroom was filled with ambiguous light and shadow.

Shen Yao lives up to her self-definition—a "bad woman" who will stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

Even though she had no experience in matters of love and sex and was a complete novice, she displayed an amazing "talent".

This talent is not a skill, but an innate and accurate insight into and utilization of the psychology of the opposite sex.

She didn't know exactly what the right thing to do was, but she knew exactly how to maximize her "value" and how to stimulate the other person's senses and desire to conquer.

Her body, in the prime of her youth, radiated fresh and vibrant energy from every inch of her skin.

Those shimmering eyes, tainted with desire and scheming, resembled a deep pool shrouded in mist in the dim light, both innocent and alluring, firmly locking onto Xiang Yuchuan's gaze.

Her snow-white skin, set against the dark sheets, was dazzlingly white, creating a strong visual impact, as if silently inviting imprinting and possession.

And the perfectly timed expression on her face—intoxicated, shy, restless, and with a hint of grievance as if she had been "bullied"—completely captivated Xiang Yuchuan.

Every subtle expression she made, every slight tremor, every suppressed sob was like the most precise program code, accurately controlling Xiang Yuchuan's emotions and actions.

If Xiang Yuchuan were truly a seasoned playboy, he might have been able to see through her deliberate manipulation beneath her naive exterior, and even take control of the situation. But unfortunately, he wasn't.

He was just a young man with the empty title of "playboy" but an unusually naive and even stubbornly prejudiced mindset when it came to this matter.

Therefore, in this seemingly Yu Chuan-led conquest, the actual fuse was always firmly in Shen Yao's hands.

She was like a master puppeteer, using her beauty, her body, and her carefully crafted reactions to lead Xiang Yuchuan, this "unworthy" playboy, step by step toward her predetermined destination.

At least on the surface, everything still looks like Xiang Yuchuan is forcefully "bullying" the weak and helpless girl.

Everything returned to calm.

The bedroom was filled with an atmosphere of lingering ambiguity, while the faint morning light shone through the window.

Xiang Yuchuan leaned against the headboard, lit a cigarette, and tried to use nicotine to calm his still somewhat disordered heartbeat and the churning thoughts in his mind.

He turned his head to look at Shen Yao, who was curled up beside him. Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes casting quiet shadows under her eyes, and her face still had a lingering blush. She looked fragile yet content.

An unprecedentedly complex emotion surged within him. There was the languor after desires were fulfilled, the relief after breaking taboos, but more than anything, there was a sense of belonging that even he himself could not quite explain.

It was as if a position that had been empty for a long time had finally been filled.

He had to admit that Shen Yao was special, so special that it allowed him to cross that chasm he thought he could never cross.

Shen Yao would never let him calm down so easily.

Just as Xiang Yuchuan thought she had fallen asleep and his mind relaxed slightly, the person beside him stirred gently, like a lazy cat.

She didn't open her eyes, but relied on her senses, and her soft arms, like vines, silently wrapped around her again.

The delicate, gentle kisses, like feathers, warm and moist, landed on Xiang Yuchuan's neck, collarbone, and chest...

Her movements were clumsy, yet they carried a sense of complete dependence and exploration. Each touch seemed to reignite a small flame in his still-unsettled senses.

Xiang Yuchuan paused, his hand holding the cigarette still, and his body tensed up instantly.

He looked down at the girl in his arms. Her eyes were still closed, as if all of this was just an unconscious act in her sleep. But the slightly upturned corners of her mouth and her increasingly rapid breathing betrayed her "awakeness" and "deliberateness".

"Stop messing around..." He tried to stop him, but found himself powerless to resist.

The intense pleasure he had just experienced was etched into his physical memory like a brand, and Shen Yao's initiative at this moment was undoubtedly awakening that memory.

Shen Yao didn't take it to heart.

Let you go? How could that be?

If I don't leave you with the deepest, most unforgettable impression this time, and make you crave more, do you expect me to remain chaste with you in the future?

The thought that she had finally won over this man's awkward "chastity" filled her with a strange sense of pleasure and triumph, which spread through her heart.

It was precisely because of this comfort that her subsequent "seduction" became more intense, bolder, and more... unbearable.

No longer satisfied with mere kisses, her little hands began to explore downwards restlessly, with a curious yet stubborn spirit, rekindling the flame that had been temporarily extinguished.

Xiang Yuchuan gasped, his last shred of reason completely extinguished.

He stubbed out his cigarette, rolled over and pinned her down again, his eyes dark and filled with an even stronger, rekindled desire.

"You asked for it..." he said almost through gritted teeth, kissing her again with a force that was almost like punishment.

Shen Yao smiled smugly to herself, accepting it obediently and even responding positively.

Yes, that's it.

Remember this feeling, remember that it was Shen Yao who gave it to you.

From this day forward, your body and your desires can only be satisfied by me.

As dawn broke, the temperature in the bedroom rose again.

The game for adults, under Shen Yao's careful manipulation, has begun a new round of entanglement.