Chapter 862 – "The Door Between" (18+)
Xin Yi's heart pounded so loudly she could hear it in her ears as she walked the quiet corridor toward Alex's residence. Every step felt heavier than the last, yet also inevitable. Xiao Hui's words still echoed in her mind: Don't wait for him to ask. Offer yourself.
She reached the polished ice door and paused, her palms slightly damp. Taking a steadying breath, she lifted her hand and knocked — three soft raps that seemed to vanish into the hush of the hallway.
From inside, a woman's voice answered, calm and melodic. "You can come in."
Xin Yi slid the door open, stepping into the warm, lamplit chamber… and stopped short. It wasn't Alex she saw first, but the Sect Master, Ling Shuanghua, standing with her back half-turned toward the entry. The woman's poise was as striking as ever, her pale robes cascading like frostwater around her.
Xin Yi froze, sudden uncertainty knotting her stomach. I might be interrupting something… she thought, and a flicker of embarrassment threatened to send her retreating. She dipped her head respectfully. "Sect Master… I—"
Ling Shuanghua's gaze turned toward her, cool yet faintly amused. "It's fine."
Her words cut clean through Xin Yi's hesitation. Then, to Xin Yi's astonishment, the Sect Master stepped closer, her expression softening. "You came here to have sex with my husband, didn't you?" she said without judgment, as if discussing the weather.
Xin Yi's breath caught. She opened her mouth, but no answer came — only a tremor that betrayed her thoughts.
Ling Shuanghua smiled faintly, as if her silence was answer enough. "Then I'll give you space." She moved past Xin Yi toward the door, the faint scent of her perfume brushing against Xin Yi's senses. But as she passed Alex, who now sat on the edge of the bed with an unreadable expression, she leaned down just enough for her lips to hover at his ear.
Her voice was a low whisper, meant only for him — but Xin Yi could feel the warmth of its intent even without hearing every word. "Go ahead," Ling Shuanghua murmured, a note of teasing in her tone. "Do it."
She straightened, gliding toward the doorway with unhurried grace, and was gone. The door slid shut with a muted click, leaving Xin Yi alone in the quiet with Alex… and no more obstacles between her and the choice she had come here to make.
Xin Yi stood frozen for a heartbeat after Ling Shuanghua's departure, the room's silence almost heavy enough to crush her. She tried to speak, to explain, to begin… but her eyes caught on movement near the bed.
From the far side, a small figure padded into view — a woman so petite she couldn't have stood more than 120 centimeters tall. Her silver hair framed a face of startling beauty, almost doll-like, but her eyes carried a glint of dominance that made Xin Yi's breath falter.
She knew that face from whispers and glimpses: Ying Hua.
The girl — no, the woman — was entirely bare, her flawless skin glowing in the lamplight as she climbed onto the bed with the easy familiarity of someone who belonged there. She curled herself into Alex's side, the crown of her head just beneath his chin, her hand idly tracing the lines of his chest.
Her gaze shifted toward Xin Yi, assessing her with quiet amusement. Then, in a voice that was calm but carried the weight of expectation, Ying Hua said, "Take off your clothes."
Xin Yi's mouth opened, but no protest came. She didn't understand why her body moved on its own, why her fingers were already at the sash of her robe, loosening the knot. Something in Ying Hua's eyes made resistance seem not just impossible, but absurd.
One layer slid from her shoulders, pooling soundlessly at her feet. Then another, until cool air brushed against bare skin and her heartbeat roared in her ears.
Ying Hua's lips curved into a knowing smile as she glanced at Alex. "She's ready," she said softly, her tone carrying both approval and possession.
Xin Yi swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. She didn't know where this was going — only that she had already stepped past the point of turning back.
Xin Yi's robe slipped fully to the floor, leaving her standing bare and breathless under the weight of Alex's gaze — and Ying Hua's faint, knowing smile. The petite woman's grey-silver hair shimmered in the lamplight as she shifted on the bed, her small frame radiating an authority that made Xin Yi feel as if she were the one being inspected, measured, judged.
Ying Hua's eyes lingered on her for a moment before she tilted her head toward Alex. "Take off my father's clothes."
The words were delivered without hesitation, a command rather than a request. Xin Yi found herself obeying immediately, stepping forward and reaching for the fastenings of his robe. Her fingers trembled, but she worked each knot loose, letting the fabric fall away piece by piece until Alex's bare form was revealed beneath the warm glow of the room.
She swallowed, the heat in her chest matching the flush on her cheeks.
"Stop," Ying Hua said suddenly, her tone sharp enough to halt Xin Yi's movements mid-breath. The girl's petite form slid closer to Alex, her hands resting lightly on his thighs as she leaned in.
Xin Yi stood frozen, watching as Ying Hua lowered her head and took him into her mouth with practiced ease. The sight sent a rush of heat through Xin Yi's body — not just from the intimacy of it, but from the certainty in Ying Hua's every motion. She wasn't asking permission, wasn't seeking approval. She belonged here, and she knew it.
The soft sounds of Ying Hua's lips moving over him filled the room, her grey-silver hair brushing against his skin with each motion. Xin Yi's breath caught in her throat, her body reacting before she could stop it, a slow ache coiling low in her belly.
Ying Hua's head moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her small mouth enveloping Alex with a skill that made each motion seem both intimate and possessive. Her tongue traced along his length in smooth, fluid strokes, every swirl intentional, every pause calculated to draw a deeper breath from him.
Her petite hands steadied herself against his thighs, the contrast between her small frame and the size of what she was taking into her mouth making the act all the more striking. The lamplight caught on her grey-silver hair as it swayed with each movement, strands glinting like threads of frost against warm skin.
She shifted her angle slightly, taking him deeper, until her lips met the base and her throat swallowed around him in a seamless, practiced glide. A faint sound escaped her — not a gag, but a low hum of satisfaction that sent a subtle vibration through him.
Xin Yi could only watch, her body tense, her breath unsteady. Every sound — the quiet wetness of Ying Hua's lips, the faint catches in Alex's breathing — seemed to echo in her ears. She didn't know if the warmth in her chest was embarrassment, envy, or something dangerously close to longing.
When Ying Hua finally drew back, her lips glistening, a thin trail of moisture connecting them for a heartbeat before breaking, she glanced at Xin Yi with eyes that seemed to weigh her next move. Her tongue flicked out to taste the lingering heat on her lips before she returned to her slow, unhurried rhythm, as if savoring every moment.
Alex's breathing deepened, his body tensing under Ying Hua's steady rhythm. Then, with one final, deliberate draw, his release came — hot and sudden, spilling into her mouth. Ying Hua didn't flinch or pull away; instead, she drank it down with slow, deliberate swallows, her eyes closing briefly in satisfaction as though savoring the richest wine.
When she finally let him slip free, her lips glistened. She turned her head toward Xin Yi, a faint smile curling at the corners of her mouth. "Next," she said evenly, "you'll be happy too."
Before Xin Yi could question her, Ying Hua gestured toward the bed. "Come here."
Xin Yi moved as though pulled by invisible strings, sinking to her knees in front of Alex. Her face flushed hot as she found herself level with his still-hard cock, the heat radiating from it making her pulse quicken.
"Follow my mouth," Ying Hua instructed, her voice leaving no room for doubt. She reached out, her small hand gripping the back of Xin Yi's head with surprising firmness.
Without hesitation, Ying Hua guided her forward — not gently, but with purposeful pressure. Xin Yi's lips parted instinctively as she was pushed down, the thick warmth filling her mouth in one smooth thrust.
Ying Hua didn't ease her pace. She held Xin Yi there for a heartbeat, feeling her shiver, before moving her head up and down in steady, controlled motions. The force was firm, but Xin Yi felt no pain — only a strange, overwhelming pleasure, and a taste she hadn't expected to be so intoxicating.
The rhythm continued, Ying Hua's hand controlling every motion, her own satisfaction clear in the faint, approving hum that vibrated in her throat. Xin Yi, lost in the heat of the moment, no longer thought about why she was here — only that she wanted more.