Midnight.
The full moon shone bright in the sky. The flower boats lining the riverbank lay moored in stillness, their earlier revelry long gone. With the crowds dispersed and the clamor extinguished, this part of the city had finally returned to a fleeting moment of tranquility.
Beneath the shadowed cliffs in the distance, two entwined figures pressed close, their limbs tangled in an intimate embrace.
The man’s robes were in disarray, his breath ragged, exerting himself with intense effort.
The woman’s bare shoulders gleamed under the moonlight. Her soft, lingering moans, sweet and intoxicating, carried an almost bewitching power, stirring the blood of any who might overhear, setting their hearts ablaze.
Footsteps approached.
“Someone’s coming?” The woman murmured dreamily, yet she only leaned further into him, pressing her body closer. “Hurry.”
Her soft cherry lips sought out the man’s mouth, while her pale, slender fingers slid into his hair, pressing against the back of his head. The man, overwhelmed with pleasure, devoured her lips hungrily, his movements growing more frenzied, thrusting faster and faster—on the brink of release.
This was the moment she had been waiting for.
The woman let out a light, amused laugh.
Suddenly, the man let out a muffled groan. His body went rigid, his movements coming to an abrupt halt. His eyes slowly widened in shock.
Locked in their most intimate embrace, neither of them moved again.
“Who’s there?”
A young man carrying a lantern approached, following the sound. As he got closer and saw the scene before him, he gasped sharply, stumbling back a few steps.
Stumbling upon a couple in the midst of a wild tryst was hardly good fortune.
His face flushed deep red, and he wanted to turn away, but his gaze was instantly drawn to the woman.
The moonlight illuminated half of her face, revealing an undeniable beauty—but strangely, no one could truly describe her features.
Because of her eyes.
Those lazy, smiling eyes held an irresistible, soul-stealing allure—vivid and enchanting, yet strangely eerie. There was something wicked about their beauty, something unnatural, something that demanded all of one's attention. So much so that it became impossible to focus on the rest of her face.
Like a moth to a flame, the man stood frozen, staring at her in a daze.
But despite being caught in the act, the woman showed not the slightest trace of embarrassment. She remained in the arms of the man beneath her, their bodies still entwined, their lips still locked. The only movement she made was a slow, sidelong glance in his direction.
Any man, faced with such a carnal spectacle, would have some reaction—let alone a young man in the prime of his vigor.
His hand trembled slightly, the lantern shaking with it. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
Having completely absorbed the man’s essence, the woman finally loosened her grip, letting the lifeless body beneath her slump to the ground.
Her eyes gleamed as she lazily flicked the tip of her tongue across her lips. Slowly, she raised a hand, pulling up the robe that had slipped off her shoulder. Every movement was natural, unhurried, yet laced with an unintentional provocation.
The man’s mouth went dry, and he swallowed again, his throat parched.
Rising gracefully, she stepped over the corpse, moving toward him with slow, deliberate strides. Her figure swayed seductively, and from this angle, he could see more clearly—beneath the sheer robe, she wore nothing at all. Her full, supple curves glowed under the moonlight, their softness tantalizingly apparent. Each step she took sent an unspoken pulse of arousal through his veins.
Her luminous eyes were a mesmerizing trap, radiating a hypnotic power that clouded all reason.
With a sudden “smack”, the lantern fell from his hand. His mind blanked, and as if possessed, he rushed forward, seizing her in his arms.
Driven by uncontrollable desire, he pinned her against the cold stone of the rockery, yanking away his clothing in a few rough motions before thrusting into her, his body moving feverishly.
Between ragged breaths, he buried his face in her neck, one hand gripping her full breast, kneading it greedily.
The woman wrapped her pale, silky legs around his waist, giggling sweetly.
The man on the ground lay sprawled on his back, motionless, devoid of life.
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