Chapter 164: The Irresistible Temptation
At this moment, Zhang Yang had no idea what was going through Yang Fei's mind beneath him. Of course, he could feel the incredible softness and elasticity of her fragrant, alluring body.
Not to mention the proud twin peaks on her chest—though separated by a layer of cotton fabric, it was thin enough for him to feel their shape shifting beneath his pressure, the fullness of her breasts sending a powerful shock through him.
She wasn't as big as Gao Qi, but definitely larger than most, and much firmer. So even though Zhang Yang tried his best to suppress any wicked thoughts, he still couldn't control his body's natural reaction—the temptation coursed through his nerves straight into his brain, and before he knew it, he was hard.
Of course, most of his attention remained on the two armed assassins outside the window. For them to sneak up so quietly meant they were well-prepared—and they had guns.
If the system hadn't issued its final warning, both he and Yang Fei might already be dead. The thought made him furious. Those bastards had just forced him to burn his last system warning.
Ever since learning he was on Spade Eight's hit list, he knew this day would come—but not this soon, and not here of all places.
If Yang Fei weren't here, he could've chosen another option—like escaping through the window. But with her present, he had no choice but to fight. With someone as beautiful as her, if he ran, those two sure as hell wouldn't let her go.
Beneath him, Yang Fei could barely breathe—not because he was holding her too tightly, but because he was pressing down from both ends. His chest crushed against her breasts, while something hard pressed against her skirt between her legs, separated only by thin stockings and underwear. She might be inexperienced, but she wasn't naïve—she knew exactly what that was.
That bastard—he was hard at a time like this? Unbelievable. He said there were assassins! What kind of pervert gets turned on under threat of death? This beast!
Yet, strangely, the unfamiliar sensation sent ripples through her heart. Being held so tightly gave her a strange sense of security.
Though her pride burned with embarrassment, she couldn't fully reject the thought. Her perfect face flushed deeply. She was his teacher, damn it—how could she think like this?
Realizing what she was thinking, she scolded herself. Zhang Yang said there were assassins outside—how could she afford such nonsense now? She'd only be a burden.
That thought sobered her. She knew Zhang Yang could fight, but assassins were different—they were trained killers, and clearly prepared. The room was dark now, but their eyes had already adjusted. Through the faint glow from outside, the distance between their lips was less than ten centimeters. They could hear each other's breathing clearly. Outwardly calm, their racing heartbeats betrayed them, beating far faster than normal.
In the dark, her shining eyes flickered with panic. Whether it was because of the assassins—or because of how tightly Zhang Yang was holding her—she didn't know.
Finally, she hesitated, then whispered softly by his ear, "You… ease up a little…" She wriggled slightly. He was pressing too hard. Was he using this as an excuse to take advantage of her?
Zhang Yang broke into a cold sweat. He really had been too tense—less composed than she was, even. But who could blame him? Her soft curves were pressed against him—her chest against his upper body, and that secret spot of hers brushing against his hardness below. Of course he was tense! The fact he hadn't lost control yet was a miracle.
Thankfully, her tone didn't sound angry, which eased him a bit. He quickly shifted his lower body slightly aside to avoid direct contact with her sensitive spot. Any longer, and he wasn't sure he could hold back.
"Teacher, they have guns," Zhang Yang whispered urgently.
"How do you know?" Yang Fei's composure faltered. Guns weren't like knives—they killed. But how could he possibly know that?
Doubt flickered in her heart.
Zhang Yang froze. Right—how did he know?
"I've got experience with firearms. I heard someone cock a gun just now," he improvised, not about to mention the system.
Then, his ears picked up faint footsteps outside the window. The sound was light—careful—but clear to him.
Thanks to his Advanced Combat Technique, Zhang Yang's hearing and judgment had improved immensely. There were indeed two of them, creeping along the wall.
The assassins probably hadn't expected Yang Fei's room lights to go out so suddenly, so they stopped.
They exchanged a glance and whispered, "The lights went out… you think they're, uh, doing it?" One of them grinned, making an obscene gesture. The other paused, then his eyes lit up. That made sense. Perfect timing.
"You mean they're having sex?" Even though they whispered, Zhang Yang heard it. His mind raced. Maybe… this could be his chance. He leaned close to Yang Fei's ear.
"Teacher, they think we're, uh… doing it."
"Doing what?" Yang Fei clearly didn't get it—she hadn't heard the assassins.
"I mean…" Zhang Yang hesitated. He really didn't want to say it.
"Mean what? Spit it out!" Yang Fei snapped, shifting slightly. Her chest brushed against his, sending another jolt through him.
"They think we turned off the lights to… you know, do that—sex," Zhang Yang blurted out.
Yang Fei's face turned crimson. Was Zhang Yang lying to her? Sure, she knew there were people outside, but they hadn't attacked yet. Maybe they thought she and Zhang Yang were actually… doing something.
"Then tell me, how are you so sure they're assassins?"
Zhang Yang was speechless again. He couldn't exactly say the system told him.
"Teacher, I swear they are. They tried to kill me last time—I pissed them off. I didn't expect they'd come after me again, and drag you into this." He felt a pang of guilt.
Yang Fei believed him—not because of the logic, but because she trusted that Zhang Yang wouldn't lie.
"Then… what now?" she whispered.
"Teacher, we need to take them out—but I'll need your help."
"Tell me what to do."
Zhang Yang hesitated, but time was short. He leaned close and whispered his plan.
Yang Fei's face turned scarlet. Her temper flared. "No way…"
Then she quickly covered her mouth, realizing she'd just blown their cover. There were assassins outside! But his plan was insane—he wanted her to pretend to moan to trick them. Outrageous!
Outside, the assassins paused. Realizing she'd slipped, Yang Fei panicked and—ironically—actually started moaning.
"No… stop…" Her face burned red as she let out a clumsy, embarrassed cry. Damn this bastard—he was infuriating.
Zhang Yang instantly stiffened again. That voice—it was too damn seductive. Any man would react to that.
"Don't… ah… stop…" Yang Fei didn't even know how to fake it properly, just shouting random words. But her sweet voice carried a sensual charm that made even nonsense sound erotic. Combined with Zhang Yang deliberately rocking the sofa so it creaked rhythmically, the assassins outside completely bought it. They relaxed, assuming the couple inside was going at it.
Of course, they were professionals—but that didn't mean they weren't men.
Both swallowed hard. They'd been watching Yang Fei for two days—they knew exactly how stunning she was. A beauty like her was once in a lifetime. Even touching her would be worth a lifetime of luck.
"When we go in, kill the man. Don't leave a single scratch on the woman." They exchanged grins, eyes glinting with lust. Then came a faint click at the door—the sound of a wire slipping into the lock. One of them was clearly a lockpicking expert. Professional assassins with day jobs—unbelievable.