Chapter 7: Let the Game Begin

"You're insane!" Zhou Zhuang violently shook off Su Shiyi's hand and barked at this evil girl who kept spouting demonic nonsense.

What kind of bullshit logic was that? Her boyfriend cheated, so she wanted to seduce him into cheating too? Punish him and Yujun for her boyfriend's mistake?

He looked at her handsome face and felt a vague sense of fracture, something broken and unreal.

Just now, when she mentioned her boyfriend, that look of dejection and hurt had apparently all been foreplay to lure him in.

If she really loved him, shouldn't she go back and find him? Why was she out here breaking up someone else?

Was this some childish jealousy, the kind that says, If I don't have a doll, neither can you?

If she couldn't have him, maybe she'd rather destroy him. If no one could have anything, then fine, everyone loses. She couldn't stand seeing anyone else happy.

He couldn't understand that kind of warped mentality, one that sank so deep into the mud it couldn't save itself and had to drag others down with it, destroying other people's happiness. Maybe only a true lunatic could resonate with her.

"I'm not insane. On the contrary, I've never been this clearheaded."

She faced his surging anger without the slightest fear and continued exposing the truth she thought she saw through.

"You and he are the same. On the surface you have a strong sense of morality, but once someone actively tempts you, you won't refuse. You'll even make excuses and blame everyone else, and before long you'll give in completely."

"Dare to say you've never replayed that night in your head?"

"I know very well that I'm extremely attractive to you. You've gotten hard several times today already. Isn't that uncomfortable?"

"Your desire is strong, and your hypocritical morality is set way too high. Doesn't living like that exhaust you?"

"I don't need you to take responsibility. You can keep being Yujun's faithful boyfriend. I'll just do the things you don't dare do to her. Don't you really want to try?"

Every sentence was a question. Every word hit where it hurt.

Zhou Zhuang's rage melted away under her coaxing, sliding from a faint, barely there longing into deep fear.

Everything she said was right. He really had thought those things in private.

In front of her, he felt naked, all his key points laid bare and pierced through with ease.

The hidden walls of his heart were like the Maginot Line, thin as cicada wings to her, breaking at the slightest touch.

Her sharp words were spears, driving straight into the darkest depths of his heart.

"You're really... the devil!" The only place she could have come from was hell, and yet she was so breathtakingly beautiful. Could she be wearing a human skin mask?

Zhou Zhuang felt an impulse to tear open her surface skin and see whether there were fangs and claws beneath.

"Devils all make you pay with your soul. I don't want anything from you. I just want you... to make love with me!"

She pressed herself against him. Her well-developed breasts were tightly flattened against his chest, rising and falling with her agitated breathing as they rubbed against him. Even without touching directly, he could remember the full, soft feel from that night, the huge, impossible shape. It was the most primitive and effective aphrodisiac.

He felt his desire growing out of control. The beauty in his arms was like fruit just washed and set out on a plate, dripping with water, bright and tempting, fragrant and seductive, something he could taste at will, eat clean, and not even have to pay for. Could there be anything more perfect than that?

"I admit I'm attracted to you..." he murmured, as if the floodgate had already been smashed open by the current of desire.

"Then hurry up and come over. I've wanted it for a long time." Her eyes shone faintly. She kept licking at the sensitive hollow of his ear with her tongue, sending another tremor through his whole body.

"But this desire is beastly lust. It's the urge to breed, a primal instinct with no tenderness or affection in it!"

This was his final struggle. Even with enemies all around him, surrounded by tens of thousands of troops, he still chose to let out an unyielding battle cry.

"I'll only be with the person I love. I won't... make love with you." By the last two words, Zhou Zhuang sounded a little twisted and awkward.

Usually he traded filthy jokes with Wang Liyang too, lines like, "Breed with the people you breed with, make love with the things you make love with; drink the fiercest liquor, fuck the wildest dogs," but actually saying that kind of thing in front of a girl still embarrassed him. She, on the other hand, let it slip out as naturally as breathing, with none of the shyness of a young woman.

"You're really funny. You were doing something indecent with me in the classroom just a few days ago. Do you even believe the hypocritical crap you're saying?" Su Shiyi snorted in his arms, tipped her head back, and looked teasingly at her captive, mockery overflowing from her expression.

"Believe it or not."

"So you want me to believe you? Or believe this?"

Her hand slipped into his pants and closed around his already rock-hard shaft.

Her thumb skillfully toyed around the glans, while her other four fingers formed a tight tunnel, making his cock rub quickly against the soft, well-kept palm of her hand.

Caught by the handle, the fighting spirit he had just built up was punctured in an instant and vanished without a trace.

The unwillingness in his heart flowed out together with the fluid leaking from his slit, and the pushing motion of his hand changed into a grip on her shoulder.

If you can't resist, learn to enjoy it. Or maybe you simply don't want to resist at all.

Waves of irresistible pleasure traveled from his cock through every cell in his body. All his senses were already surrounded by the slick, delicate hand rubbing his sensitive spot. He didn't even know when his pants had vanished.

She took his hand and, over her skirt, under the hem of her clothes, through her bra, led it onto the symbol that nourished life.

The most primitive desire inside him was easily opened by her. Instinctively, he kneaded that snow-white soft breast. The elastic flesh caved in and swelled again and again, and her sweet little moans gave him even greater stimulation.

"Still saying... you don't want me?" Zhou Zhuang's breathing grew heavier and his body shook more violently, and the desire in her eyes deepened. The pauses in her soft breaths also betrayed how aroused she was.

The cool breeze blowing off the river couldn't put out the heat of their rising passion, and both of them had beads of sweat densely covering their foreheads.

"I think I'm about to cum..." As Su Shiyi's hand moved faster and faster, the urge to shoot built up more and more. He couldn't spare any attention for her teasing. He just wanted to release the heavy, crushing desire pressing on him as soon as possible.

Crackle, rustle...

The sudden sound of rustling in the air was the movement of someone pushing through the reeds, and their hot scene froze in an instant.

He and she looked at each other, panic spreading through the tightly pressed bodies.

She sprang away from him like a rabbit, quickly straightened her clothes, then ran off to rummage for something, leaving him alone there to awkwardly tug his pants up from around his ankles and nearly lose his balance and fall.

She came back soon after, holding an open bottle of Sprite and a towel. Under his puzzled stare, she splashed water over him, turning his shirt and pants into the look of someone fresh out of the water. He got a wet-shirt seduction of his own.

The remaining half bottle of Sprite she poured over the fire pit nearby, which had long since gone out because nobody had added any more wood.

After all that, she put a finger to her lips to signal him to be quiet, then used the towel to wipe him dry.

Her quick but nonsensical actions left his head full of question marks, but time was tight and he couldn't think too much. He could only let her do as she pleased.

On the small slope not far away, the silhouette of a pretty girl appeared. It was She Yujun coming back.

"Hopefully that slope blocks the view." Zhou Zhuang thought uneasily. He had really gone heat-brained just now. How had he ended up tangled with her again, almost caught cheating in the act?

It wasn't even the real thing... That was all he could use to comfort himself...

"You two..."

She Yujun's startled voice came over, and Zhou Zhuang's heart jumped into his throat. The next sentence never came. Every second was silent torture.

"What happened?"

His girlfriend's question carried only surprise, not anger, and he let out a breath of relief. Good, she hadn't discovered what the two of them had been up to.

He glanced at Su Shiyi, who was still wiping his clothes for him. This mess had been caused by her, so let her see how to clean it up.

Her cheeks were still flushed with the warmth from moments ago, but now she looked shy instead. She pressed her lips together, clutching the towel and rubbing it lightly against her lower abdomen, not saying a word for a long time, as if she'd done something very embarrassing.

What role was she playing now?

Zhou Zhuang couldn't help complaining inwardly.

Seeing his girlfriend's puzzled gaze land on him, he almost wanted to speak, but didn't know where to begin. He couldn't exactly say they had just been playing a steel rod grinds into a needle game...

"Just now I asked Zhou Zhuang to teach me how to grill stuff. It was my first time trying, and I didn't control the fire very well... When I went to put it out with a drink... I got scared... and accidentally splashed it on him."

After she finished her awkward explanation, She Yujun was half convinced, half doubtful. But the inexperienced girl simply couldn't imagine that these two, who had barely gotten along before, had actually been able to sneak off together in broad daylight and mess around while she was gone.

"It's fine, it's fine. You get the hang of it after a while. Zhou Zhuang, you too, why did you make Shiyi wipe your clothes for you?"

She puffed out her cheeks and complained to her boyfriend.

Compared with the holes in Su Shiyi's story, her attention was obviously on the intimate contact between the two of them.

Her boyfriend was her exclusive property, and getting too close to another girl would instantly tip over her vinegar jar.

"I made the mess, so of course I should clean it up. Hmm? Yujun, if you don't like it, then you can take my place and finish the cleanup, hehe." The girl's jealous reaction was exactly as expected.

Su Shiyi put on an oh-I-see expression and smiled as she handed the towel over to her.

"No, let him wipe himself. He's not a child anymore. Spoiling him too much will only make him rotten." Even so, She Yujun still helped Zhou Zhuang wipe the large wet patches from his clothes and neck, wrung out the towel, and handed it back so he could deal with the remaining spots on his pants.

Zhou Zhuang stared blankly as he watched Su Shiyi's performance. He had originally thought that after this scare she would restrain herself a little in the future. He hadn't expected her to defuse the crisis with just two or three sentences. Wouldn't she become even more reckless after this? How was he supposed to resist then?

He had just been refusing her with righteous indignation, so how had he ended up on the same side as her...? In the end, it really was a case of saying no with his mouth while his body was honest...

Wasn't that exactly the hypocrisy she always looked down on...

And had he not just felt pretty damn good... She didn't need him to take responsibility anyway... Yujun didn't seem able to tell?

A streak of lewd thought suddenly flashed through him. He annoyedly used the towel to smack that hopelessly stubborn shaft.

Like a child being lectured for doing something wrong, his little buddy curled up quietly at that moment, and he regained part of his reason, banishing that constantly growing evil notion.

The damp, sticky clothes on his body were uncomfortable enough, and the mix of emotions in his heart was even more unbearable.

By the time Zhou Zhuang finally came to his senses, relit the fire, and finished grilling everything, it was already 1:30 in the afternoon.

He didn't let the two girls help. One felt guilty and didn't dare face him directly; the other had too many tricks for him to handle.

He chose to find an opportunity to give himself a little space and time to adjust his mood.

The girls had already put aside the faint unhappiness from before and were sitting together on the blanket, eating snacks and chatting about the afternoon, next week's plans, and funny things at school. Laughter like silver bells drifted over from time to time, and they didn't rush him either.

After Zhou Zhuang accidentally burned through two more potatoes in a botched attempt, the grilled potatoes and sausages that should have been eaten long ago finally, after much hardship, made it to the plate.

"Wrap the potato in a tissue so you don't burn yourself." The three of them sat cross-legged on the mat eating. She Yujun watched Su Shiyi's fingers dancing back and forth over the steaming potato, unable to peel off even a single strip of skin for ages, and couldn't help reminding her.

"Forget it, I'll eat the sausage first and deal with it when it's cooled down. I don't have your Zhou Zhuang's thick skin." She winked at Zhou Zhuang, with a suggestive meaning.

Cough, cough, cough...

He choked half to death and coughed hard. The half-peeled potato in his mouth sprayed as spit onto his hand.

"Just tease him a little less." She Yujun complained to her with a pout, then turned around and gently patted Zhou Zhuang's back to help him catch his breath.

Behind She Yujun's back, Su Shiyi stuck out her tongue at Zhou Zhuang. Her bright eyes flickered as a plan took shape.

A bewitching, hazy look appeared on her face. She stared straight at Zhou Zhuang, licked around the sausage twice with her tongue, then took the tip into her mouth in one bite.

"Why are you coughing so hard? Want some water?" She Yujun wondered why the more she patted him, the harder Zhou Zhuang coughed. Seeing that he couldn't speak and could only keep nodding, she stood up to look for water.

"Like it?" Su Shiyi held the sausage half raised, swallowed the piece she'd just bitten off, shook her long, silky ponytail, tilted her head, winked one eye, and teased him in a low voice with a smile.

She was very pleased with the effect she had created.

"Shiyi, do you still have any water over there?" Before Zhou Zhuang could say anything, She Yujun came back with a bad discovery.

He and his girlfriend had treated the bottle they were drinking from as the so-called fire extinguisher, and the other bottle had already been finished just now with the snacks.

"There's only this one. Make do." Su Shiyi pulled a half-finished bottle of water out of her bag.

She Yujun wasn't too happy about it. That basically counted as an indirect kiss between them. But compared with her boyfriend's discomfort, that little emotion had to take a back seat, so she took the water and handed it to Zhou Zhuang.

He drank some water and finally soothed the itch in his throat, but the fire inside him had started to burn.

That vixen dared to toy with him so recklessly even in front of his girlfriend. It was practically an insult to his masculine pride. Even a clay Buddha has three points of fire.

Anger drowned out the other feelings, and Zhou Zhuang thought of a way to expose part of her true nature to his girlfriend. Better yet, he wanted to make Yujun wary of her and stop treating this little thief like a best friend.

After the two girls said they couldn't eat any more and tidied up a little, he said the classic opening line from a horror movie he had watched not long ago.

"I want to play a game with you two."