His gaze fell upon Lin Yue, her figure bathed in the soft light of dawn. The events of the night before came rushing back in fragments—a blurred silhouette, the sound of her voice, the faint scent of jasmine that lingered in the air.
The room was steeped in a fragile quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the world waking outside. The sheets beneath Ashen clung damply to his skin, cool against his fevered body.
The faint scent of jasmine mingled with the musk of sweat, an intoxicating blend that clouded his thoughts.
For a moment, he said nothing, his mind struggling to reconcile the intimacy he had not sought with the undeniable fact that it had saved his life.
The yang energy that had once threatened to tear him apart was now subdued, its chaotic flow stabilized.
Lin Yue's warmth was inescapable. Her soft curves pressed into him, her skin smooth and supple on his body. He could feel every shallow breath she took, her chest brushing against his with a maddening rhythm.
Her soft tits were pressed up against him, her nipples flaccid and directly at him. Her body was warm and inviting, her legs slightly parted, revealing her swollen labia peeking out from a thick patch of hair.
The soft light of dawn crept through the tattered curtains, casting an ethereal glow over her form. Shadows danced along the curves of her body, accentuating the gentle rise and fall of her shoulders as she stirred in her sleep.
The sight made Eren's cock twitch with delight - or maybe it was still recovering with its heavenly yang energy - either way, the sight of this insanely hot woman on top of him was enough to make him want to tie her down on bed and take her right there.
Eren tried to move but his body was still weak from whatever had put him under before. He could only lay there and watch as the woman breathed softly in her sleep.
He could feel something small yet strong clashing with his now flaccid phallus, perhaps her small clit, begging for attention. He wanted to reach out and touch it, to run his fingers through her wet folds and taste her sweetness on his tongue. He wanted to make her moan with pleasure and scream out his name as she came all over his fingers.
But he couldn't move. He could only stare at this beautiful creature lying on top of him and imagine all the filthy things he could do to her if only he had the strength.
He felt like a god trapped in a weak mortal's body, watching as this delicious woman lay before him like a fucking feast. He could almost taste her desire and it was driving him wild with lust.
As Ashen lay there with this naked woman on top of him, his mind began to wander into increasingly dirty territories. He thought about all the things he could do to her if only she were awake - or if he had the strength to lift his weak body off the bed.
He imagined her writhing beneath him as he thrust his cock deep inside her - balls deep - again and again until she screamed out his name in ecstasy.
He thought about fingering her tight ass while she rode his cock and begged for more. He thought about tasting every inch of her body and making her cum so hard that she passed out from sheer pleasure.
Ashen's brain went into overdrive as he imagined this filthy scenario playing out in front of him. He could see it all so clearly - this woman writhing beneath him as he filled her with every inch of his cock.
He could hear her moans and screams of pleasure as he fucked her into submission. But it was all just a fantasy - for now - since he couldn't even lift his weak body off the bed.
As Ashen lay there, trapped in Eren's body, with this beautiful woman sleeping peacefully on top of him, his cock was slowly trying to get ready to throb with desire and need.
God damn it, he wanted her - badly. But for now, he could only lay there and dream about all the filthy things he would do to her if he had the strength to make them come true.
Ashen's mind spun with images he'd rather not admit to himself, fantasies born of his frustration and her unintentional allure.
Yet even as his thoughts grew bolder, his body betrayed him—a dull ache pulsed through his limbs, a reminder of his fragile state.
A primal need stirred within him, made sharper by the Heavenly Yang Constitution coursing through Eren's body. It was as though his very essence cried out for her, her proximity only amplifying the burning desire.
But for now, he could do little more than lie there, helpless, and dream about all the filthy things he would do to her if only his body would cooperate.
The fire in his chest refused to let him remain idle. Slowly, painfully, he willed his leaden arm to move.
His fingers twitched, the smallest of motions, but it was a victory nonetheless. He concentrated, pouring every ounce of his willpower into guiding his hand.
Lin Yue was unlike anyone he had ever encountered. She wasn't the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen—no goddess descending from the heavens to tempt mortal men. Yet something about her lingered in his thoughts, more potent than any spell or charm.
In Murim, beauty had often been a weapon. He'd learned to resist it, see through its façade, and judge people by their actions rather than appearance.
Yet Lin Yue disarmed him completely. Her unpolished grace, the sincerity in her stammered words, and even her fumbling attempts at propriety left him strangely undone.
"This is dangerous," he muttered under his breath, his lips curling into a faint smile. "And yet… I can't seem to stop."
Inch by agonizing inch, his hand slid across the sheets, his palm grazing the smooth curve of her hip. The warmth of her skin sent a jolt of sensation through his fingertips, emboldening him.
His movements were hesitant at first, more instinct than intent, but as his hand closed over one half of her jade-like buttock, a surge of heat coursed through his veins.
The contact was electric, and the reaction was immediate.