A Moment of Vulnerability

Don’t… don’t look at me like that!

Mu Yaochen’s gaze at Luo Yao made her feel as though she should die.

“Don’t… don’t call me Master anymore. From now on, you…” Mu Yaochen’s body trembled slightly, shaking involuntarily.

“No, Master, you are and always will be Master.” Luo Yao curled up, his right arm supporting his own leg, speaking with a hint of loss.

“I… I won’t betray you.”

You like playing with hierarchies, don’t you? It has already begun, and once it has started, there’s no turning back.

“Luo Yao…” Mu Yaochen’s eyes held a glimmer of despair. He must hate me, she thought.

“Luo Yao, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” Mu Yaochen attempted to approach him, hoping to offer a comforting embrace.

But Luo Yao reacted like he had been electrocuted, using his one remaining arm to propel himself to the corner of the bed, away from Mu Yaochen.

“Luo Yao, come here. I won’t hurt you.” Mu Yaochen’s face was etched with sorrow, but what could she do? If she resorted to her previous authority to force Luo Yao, she feared he might take his own life.

“Nnn…” Luo Yao’s trembling body slowly drew near to Mu Yaochen.

As their distance closed, Mu Yaochen suddenly embraced Luo Yao’s small frame.

“Don’t be afraid, Luo Yao. I promise, I’ll never hurt you again, ever.” Mu Yaochen felt as though she was holding a fragile, delicate thing, and Luo Yao’s scent was intoxicating and alluring.

What did Mu Yaochen truly desire? Perhaps she hoped to see Luo Yao weep in her arms, for that seemed to be the natural course of their story.

Mu Yaochen held Luo Yao tightly, her words a mix of sincerity and strategy. She yearned for Luo Yao to regain his trust in her, to boost her approval in his eyes.

She yearned for Luo Yao to cry in her embrace, to pour out his grievances and injustices. Perhaps then, she would find solace.

Yet, Luo Yao remained still, and Mu Yaochen grew unsettled by the lack of response.

Luo Yao’s face was pressed against Mu Yaochen’s chest, and though it was a perfect fit, the pressure left him momentarily breathless.

“And what about woman’s awareness?” Luo Yao couldn’t help but mutter, sensing that Mu Yaochen had loosened her grip.

As Luo Yao’s expression remained unchanged, Mu Yaochen’s face paled.

“Master, do you need anything else?” Luo Yao blinked, his cheeks flushed from the chest pressure or momentary lack of oxygen.

“Just call me Yaochen, Luo Yao.” When Luo Yao spoke the word ‘Master,’ Mu Yaochen’s mind went blank, her thoughts scattering.

Time seemed to accelerate, yet Luo Yao appeared frozen, and the surrounding world became a blur.

How strange…

“Master, are you alright?” Luo Yao’s confusion grew as Mu Yaochen stared at him with a vacant gaze.

“N-no, I’m fine.” Mu Yaochen, as if awakened, reached out with her long fingers to cup Luo Yao’s face.

“Mm.” Luo Yao nodded, then remained perfectly still, as if allowing Mu Yaochen to do as she pleased.

Luo Yao was finally as she desired, yet she couldn’t find joy in it. If she asked for more, he wouldn’t refuse, would he? Those things… those acts.

It was strange, wasn’t it? No, more accurately, his body was strange, it was beautiful.

“Luo Yao…” Mu Yaochen’s hand slid from Luo Yao’s face to his body, yearning for his touch, consumed with desire.

“Master… what are you doing?” Luo Yao watched Mu Yaochen’s movements, recalling the previous night’s events. Mu Yaochen’s wild, violent actions, dragging him by his hair across the floor, her force tearing at his flesh.

“N-no! That’s not what I meant!” Mu Yaochen’s hand rested on the first button of Luo Yao’s shirt, or rather, at his collar.

Mu Yaochen wasn’t the type to unbutton a shirt one button at a time. If things progressed, she might rip off Luo Yao’s shirt and devour him whole.

But seeing Luo Yao’s melancholic gaze, Mu Yaochen’s hand recoiled as if shocked, withdrawing from his collar. She attempted to explain, but her words seemed hollow.

Any truth pales before any excuse. People are both weak and strong.

And Mu Yaochen was among the strong.

“I’m sorry, Luo Yao, it’s not what you think.” Mu Yaochen stammered an explanation, but the sensation of his skin lingered on her fingers, smooth and enticing.

“N-nothing’s wrong.” Luo Yao’s body shook violently, yet he didn’t retreat, his voice quivering.

Luo Yao didn’t struggle, but that didn’t mean he welcomed it. Mu Yaochen knew that if she forced him, he might take his own life the next day, and the Luo Yao in her bed would be nothing more than a corpse.

Mu Yaochen could sense that Luo Yao cherished his first time. Truly, a good man, no, a good boy. Such men are rare these days.

These days, a bottle of good wine and some beer are enough to buy a boy’s first time. It’s laughable.

But feelings can be nurtured over time, can’t they?

Speaking of feelings, what were her true feelings for Luo Yao? Gazing at the trembling Luo Yao, Mu Yaochen pondered the profound philosophical question of human emotions.

Mu Yaochen’s emotions were far from the greatness of her career. Though she had taken control of Laniao Group at a young age, her feelings were a mess.

Do I like Luo Yao? Mu Yaochen asked herself.

Perhaps. But deep down, she wasn’t sure she accepted that reality.

In matters of the heart, Mu Yaochen was passive, unlike her assertiveness in business. In love, she preferred being pursued.

So, Luo Yao… could you possibly fall for me?

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