QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)-Chapter 34: You started it [M]

Jiang Yuxi’s POV

Han Li’s hand moves closer, her fingers tracing delicate patterns against my skin, and suddenly, breathing feels impossible.

Heat coils low in my stomach, spreading like wildfire through my veins.

I tremble, every nerve in my body strung tight as anticipation thrums between us like an electric current.

She’s teasing me.

She knows what she’s doing, and she’s taking her time.

She watches me like a hunter with its prey, waiting for me to make the first move.

I can’t think.

I don’t want to think.

I barely register the way my hands clutch the fabric of her button-down shirt, my fingers twisting into the material like it’s the only thing keeping me grounded.

Her voice breaks the silence—low, husky, and too damn smug.

> "Do you remember when I said I didn’t look at you like that?"

I nod slowly, my mind foggy, my lips parted as I struggle to focus on her words.

> "Yeah."

Her grip tightens around my waist, just slightly, just enough for my body to react.

A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she tilts her head, her gaze burning through me.

> "I lied."

Then, in one smooth motion, she pulls me forward, her strength effortless.

I gasp, my hands flying to her shoulders as I fall onto her lap—

My legs straddling her, my thighs brushing against the firm warmth of her body.She stabilizes me, one strong hand gripping my waist, the other moving to my lower back, pressing me closer.

My breath catches in my throat as the heat between us tightens into something overwhelming.

Her fingers begin to move—slow, measured, exploring the bare skin beneath the sheer nightdress.

She traces the curve of my spine, up and down, up and down, her fingertips barely there, as if she’s memorizing me.

> "I had a feeling you were lying."

My voice comes out breathless, barely above a whisper.

Han Li chuckles, the sound dark, deep, full of promise.

Her hands slip lower, splaying against my back, pressing me against her, her warmth seeping into my skin.

> "Did you?"

She leans in, her lips hovering just above my collarbone, her breath hot against my skin.

I shudder.

Han Li leans in, her lips hovering just above my collarbone, her breath hot against my skin.

Her hands settle low on my waist, warm, steady, possessive.

> "Tell me, Yuxi..." her voice is a low murmur, sending shivers cascading down my spine.

>"What’s the plan here?"

My fingers tighten around the edge of her desk, a thin layer of sweat forming against my palms.

I swallow, tilting my head back slightly, my gaze drifting to the expensive light fixtures hanging from the ceiling.

Anything to steady myself.

> "Nothing."

It’s a weak answer.

We both know it.

Han Li chuckles, the sound deep, knowing, dangerous.

> "No explanation," she says, her lips brushing against my collarbone in a teasing whisper of a kiss, "as to why you walked in here looking like sin?"

My breathing hitches.

She presses another kiss, this time to the side of my neck, her mouth lingering just long enough to make me ache.

> "Should there be an explanation?" I whisper, my voice shaky, unsure.

Han Li pauses.

Pulls back just enough to look at me.

Really look at me, her dark eyes search mine, her expression unreadable, and for a moment, I wonder if she’s going to stop.

If she’s going to tell me I shouldn’t be here.

That I shouldn’t be doing this.

But then—

A slow, knowing smirk curls at the edge of her lips.

> "Remember, you started this."

Her grip on my waist tightens.

> "Now, open your mouth."

It’s not a request.

It’s a command.

And I obey.

Her lips crash into mine, and my world shifts on its axis.

This kiss—

This kiss just changed my life.

She doesn’t let me come up for air.

She devours me.

She kisses me like I’m her last breath, like she’s been starving for this for a long, long time.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, gripping, pulling, owning me.

I whimper against her mouth, my hands desperate, sliding over the fabric of her crisp white shirt, gripping the expensive material like I need something to hold onto— or else I might combust.

She pulls me closer, flush against her body, and that’s when it hits me. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

She’s definitely a woman.

I can feel every inch of her against me—

The firm, lean strength of her, the smooth curve of her waist, the way her body molds against mine in a way that’s dizzying, foreign, intoxicating.

I feel lightheaded.

I feel alive.

I feel like I’m drowning.

Her hands trail lower, sliding over the sheer material of my nightdress, memorizing me.

One hand moves upward, trailing over the exposed skin of my stomach, sliding higher—

She cups my left breast, her thumb brushing over my nipple, and I arch against her, my lips parting in a gasp.

She takes advantage of my gasp, capturing my lips again, her tongue sliding against mine, teasing, demanding.

I feel like I’m burning from the inside out.

Her mouth leaves mine, trailing lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jawline, my throat—

She sucks gently on my pulse point, and a sound escapes me that I don’t recognize.

A whimper.

A plea.

Something desperate.

> "Han Li..."

The room feels too hot.

Like the air itself is thick, heavy, charged with something I don’t fully understand.

Han Li’s hands move slowly, deliberately, teasing, exploring me like she has all the time in the world.

Her fingers trail from my chest, down to my stomach, lower—

So much lower.

I shudder, my breath coming out uneven, heart hammering so hard I feel it in my ears.

And then—

She slides her hand inside my underwear.

I jump.

My body jerks, the sensation too much, too intimate, too unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

I should stop her—

I should say something—

But then her lips are on mine, stealing away any rational thought I might have had.

She kisses me deeply, her tongue teasing mine, making my head spin.

I melt.

Completely.

Dissolving into her touch.

She doesn’t move her fingers just yet.

Just lets them rest there, warm, taunting, making me ache in a way I’ve never ached before.

I whimper against her lips, my hips shifting involuntarily, seeking—

> "Don’t worry about it," she murmurs, voice soothing, playful, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

But I can’t help it.

I can’t ignore the anticipation.

The frustration.

The feeling of her being so close yet still not giving me what I need.

Her fingers move, ghosting over my most sensitive spot but never quite touching—

Teasing.

Torturing.

I gasp, my nails digging into her shoulders.

It’s too much.

> "Han Li..." I whisper, my voice small, needy.

She smiles against my lips.

> "What is it?" she murmurs.

Like she doesn’t know.

Like she isn’t already pushing me to the edge.

> "Please," I breathe, my lips brushing against hers as I speak.

She hums, like she’s considering it.

Like she’s debating whether or not she wants to

give me what I want.

> "You want something from me?" she teases, her voice velvet and smoke, her free hand sliding up my thigh, fingers pressing into my skin.

I nod, desperate, shameless.

> "I don’t wanna," she murmurs, biting my lower lip.