First Kiss
Shi Luoyin lifted her gaze to Lin Zimo's handsome, captivating face.
Their body heat mingled, hearts pounding faster with every passing second.
Blushing deeply, Shi Luoyin nestled into Lin Zimo's arms, feeling his scorching warmth and steady heartbeat.
In that moment, she realized his pull on her was growing stronger by the second.
Shi Luoyin savored his solid strength and power, that intoxicating scent lingering at her nose, stirring her desire even more.
As Lin Zimo stepped into the cozy master bedroom, he felt her body go limp in his embrace, her head resting lightly on his shoulder.
Her pale, tender arms wrapped around his neck, drawing their bodies even tighter together.
Lin Zimo sensed her soft form and the dizzying warmth radiating from her.
Her fresh, sweet fragrance teased his senses, muddling his thoughts.
Shi Luoyin's eyes roamed over Lin Zimo's chiseled features before locking onto his alluring lips.
As if enchanted, she pulled herself up with both hands, drawing close to his face until their breaths intertwined.
Shi Luoyin gently pressed her lips to his, her cherry pout leaving a soft kiss.
Boom— Her heart melted in an instant, the thrill of romance spreading from her plush lips through her entire body.
Oh god! So soft, so magical!
So this is what kissing feels like—I love it!
Lin Zimo was caught off guard by Shi Luoyin's bold initiative.
He looked down at her shy expression; she was like a freshly bloomed flower, beautiful and natural, impossible to look away from.
Noticing his stare, Shi Luoyin panicked, thinking he found her kissing unskilled, and quickly explained.
"Lin Zimo, this is my… my first kiss." Her cheeks burned crimson.
Lin Zimo tried to steady his breathing, but his heartbeat had already surged beyond control.
The ambiguous air thickened, every breath and touch fanning the flames.
Their emotions soared in this exquisite moment, craving more yet fearing to shatter the perfection.
"This is my first kiss too," Lin Zimo said softly, gazing at the delectable Shi Luoyin.
He wasn't lying, exactly.
The system tailored his body stats to each client, and a fresh-out-of-factory body naturally counted as a first kiss.
Besides, he had no intention of breaking the mood.
Shi Luoyin beamed with joy and shyness. "Lin Zimo, your lips are so soft, like pudding. Kissing them feels amazing."
Blood rushed through Lin Zimo as he murmured, "Want to kiss again?"
Shi Luoyin buried her flushed face in his shoulder, mortified.
Just as Lin Zimo regretfully moved to set her on the soft bed—
Shi Luoyin lifted her dripping-with-blush face, eyes like glossy black obsidian fluttering shut as she leaned in.
Who could resist that?
Lin Zimo claimed her lips gently at first, a tentative brush that deepened into passion.
Her petals were soft and warm, laced with faint sweetness, drawing him in completely.
He parted her lips with care, his tongue slipping inside to dance with hers.
Shi Luoyin let out a soft gasp, melting into his warm hold.
Their mouths fused lightly at first, then with growing fervor.
She felt his arms tighten around her, as if merging their bodies into one.
Her pulse raced, blood boiling as she surrendered to his heat.
In the haze of intimacy, they explored, embraced, accepted each other.
Heartbeats, breaths, body heat—all whispered profound emotions.
When the kiss broke, Lin Zimo still cradled her princess-style, their eyes locked.
Breaths ragged, pulses thundering.
Shi Luoyin's cheeks glowed like blooming peach blossoms.
Just as she yearned to go further—
"Ah— it hurts—"
The sudden movement had tugged her injured rear.
Lost in the moment, she'd forgotten the pain—and her wound.
Is this what they mean by love conquering pain?
"I'll set you on the bed. Lie on your stomach—might feel better," Lin Zimo said with a helpless chuckle.
"Okay." Shi Luoyin's eyes shimmered with moisture.
Reluctant as she was, she couldn't keep him holding her forever—he'd tire.
Lin Zimo lowered her tenderly onto the plush bed, grabbing a big pillow for her to rest on.
As he straightened, his eyes caught a stunning sight.
The bath towel draped over Shi Luoyin had slipped aside with her movements.
Revealing her smooth, milky back and the graceful curve of her plump, perky ass.
Shi Luoyin felt a chill on her skin and yanked the blanket to cover herself—backwards.
But it was heavy; only one corner draped her back, leaving the rest exposed.
She froze in mortified shock, screaming internally.
Oh god!
What's wrong with me today?
Every inch of me—seen by Lin Zimo.
"Lin Zimo, cover me with the blanket," she pleaded, pain and embarrassment turning her scarlet as she gave up struggling.
Everything—proper or not—had already been seen.
"You're hurting bad. Want me to check how serious the wound is?"
Lin Zimo hesitated before asking.
Shi Luoyin thought of a possible tailbone injury—serious stuff. No assistant or manager around.
The spot was awkward; hospital was out. After a moment—
"Okay, take a look."
Lin Zimo sat on the bed's edge, examining her injury: that luscious ass.
Round and full, beautifully sculpted lines flowing smoothly, pale and silky under the light—perkier, more elastic.
Perfect proportions and shape, begging to be caressed, kissed.
Those voluptuous curves, velvety skin, seductive aura—stunning.
Save for the red swelling near her tailbone.
Lin Zimo: "Still hurt?"
Shi Luoyin: "Yeah."
Lin Zimo: "Want me to massage and check? See if the bone's damaged?"
"You know medicine? Won't it hurt more?"
Shi Luoyin twisted to look at him, curious but terrified of pain.
Lin Zimo considered. "A bit. Light bruising or swelling? No problem."
Relieved, Shi Luoyin nodded. "Go ahead then. Gently, okay?"
She recalled him saving her from that near-car crash—agile, heroic, martial arts vibe.
Fighters usually knew falls, sprains, bruises.
With her okay, Lin Zimo placed his palm on her ass.
Slowly… pressing… kneading…