QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)-Chapter 46: Come here [M]

Jiang Yuxi’s POV

Han Li tugs open my hoodie, the fabric sliding off my shoulders, exposing my bare skin to the cool air inside the car.

Her breath catches.

"Dammit."

She runs a frustrated hand through her hair, her jaw clenching for a moment before she exhales sharply and leans back into her seat.

I sit up, confused.

Wasn’t she just—?

>"Come here, beautiful."

Her voice is lower, rougher, filled with something dark and unspoken. She tilts her seat back slightly, parting her legs just enough to make space for me.

I don’t hesitate.

I move over, straddling her thighs, my knees sinking into the soft leather as I settle into her lap.

Han Li’s hands come up to my waist, warm and firm, grounding me.

Then—

She unzips my hoodie completely, letting the fabric slide off my arms until it pools somewhere behind me.

She doesn’t touch me yet.

She just stares.

Her eyes are dark, smoldering, reverent.

>"So pretty."

I arch an eyebrow, amused.

>"Me or my chest?"

She doesn’t even hesitate.

>"Yes."

And then she leans forward, takes one nipple into her mouth, sucking softly, her tongue flicking over the sensitive bud.

A gasp escapes me, sharp and breathless.

Her teeth roll over it, teasing, biting just enough to make my fingers curl into her shoulders.

Her other hand moves up, squeezing my other breast, her thumb flicking over the peak in slow, deliberate strokes.

Heat coils in my stomach, low and burning.

I tilt my head back, panting, pressing my chest further into her touch.

She hums against me, the vibration sending shivers through my entire body.

>"God, I love your reactions," she murmurs, switching to the other breast, her tongue tracing slow, lazy circles before her lips wrap around it.

I let out a shaky breath, rocking my hips against her instinctively.

A shaky breath escapes me as I rock my hips against her, the friction sending sharp waves of pleasure through my core.

Her lips are still on my chest, hot and wet and teasing, but she pulls away slightly, her breath warm against my skin.

>"I want to tease you until you’re a begging, moaning mess," she murmurs, her voice husky, dark with promise.

A shudder rolls through me.

She kisses my collarbone, her teeth scraping lightly before she chuckles.

"But this..." she continues, her right hand trailing down my torso, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my shorts.

>"...is not the place for it."

Then—her fingers dip beneath the fabric.

I suck in a breath, anticipation curling tight in my stomach.

But the moment she touches me, she stills.

I whimper softly, shifting against her, desperate for her to move, to do something.

Then—

A hum of amusement.

Her fingers brush lightly, teasing, before she tilts her head, smirking.

>"No underwear?"

I smirk, rocking my hips against her touch shamelessly.

>"Not like you’re complaining."

I meet her gaze, half-lidded, bold, daring her to say otherwise.

Han Li’s lips curve into a slow, wicked smile.

She slides her free hand up my spine, pulling me closer.

>"You’re right."

Her fingers press against my aching heat, slipping between my folds, teasing.

>"I’m not."

A sharp gasp leaves my lips, my back arching as pleasure blooms through me.

She moves slowly at first, barely touching, drawing soft, teasing circles that make my thighs tremble.

She’s watching me, her gaze dark, hooded, full of satisfaction.

She loves seeing me like this.

Helpless. Needy. Ruined.

"Fuck, Han Li," I breathe, rocking against her fingers, desperate for more.

She chuckles softly, her mouth trailing over my exposed chest, lips pressing against my skin, sucking lightly.

Her fingers move deeper, faster.

I moan, gripping her shoulders, my nails digging into the fabric of her dress shirt.

"That’s it, baby," she murmurs, voice rough, raw with desire.

Her forehead presses against mine, her breath mingling with mine.

She watches me fall apart, completely transfixed.

"Move just like that."

I obey.

I grind down against her touch, gasping, whimpering, lost in the pleasure she so expertly gives.

She kisses me again, her tongue sweeping into my mouth, slow and deep, matching the rhythm of her fingers.

I melt into her, my body burning, my mind foggy with nothing but her—her touch, her scent, her voice whispering filth against my lips.

"I love watching you like this," she groans, her hand gripping my waist as I roll my hips.

Her thumb finds my clit, pressing down, and a sharp cry rips from my throat.

She grins against my neck, biting down lightly.

"That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear you."

I grip her by the hair, yanking her back to my lips, kissing her with a desperation that leaves us both breathless.

She growls against my mouth, her fingers curling just right—

And I break.

My body tenses, shudders, pleasure crashing over me in hot, blinding waves.

I gasp against her lips, trembling in her lap, gripping her shirt like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.

She slows her movements, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure, letting me ride the high until I’m nothing but a shaking, panting mess.

She watches me, eyes dark with satisfaction, completely enamored.

I collapse against her chest, my body still tingling, my breath uneven.

She wraps her arms around me, pressing a lingering kiss to my temple.

My head rests against her chest, my pulse still erratic, my body still trembling from the high she just pulled me through.

Then—

I feel her move.

She slowly withdraws her fingers from inside me, the motion so gentle yet so devastatingly intimate that I can’t stop the way my body shudders at the loss of contact.

A strangled whimper escapes my lips, my thighs twitching from the aftershocks.

Han Li chuckles softly, amused, pleased.

I lift my head to glare at her, but the second I see her, my breath catches.

Because she’s watching me.

Watching me with those dark, half-lidded eyes full of hunger and amusement and something dangerously possessive.

Then—

She lifts her glistening fingers to her mouth.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

She makes direct eye contact with me as she licks the first finger, her tongue curling over the tip before dragging all the way down.

I suck in a sharp breath, my body tightening all over again.

She doesn’t stop.

She does the same to the second, moaning softly as if tasting something sinful, something addictive.

Something that belongs only to her.

Heat floods through me, my fingers gripping the fabric of her dress shirt, fighting the urge to pull her into me again.

I’m still trembling from the first round, and yet—I already feel the need for more.

Han Li notices.

Of course, she notices.

Her lips curl into a knowing smirk.

"This isn’t over," she murmurs, voice deep and wrecked with promise.

She leans in, her breath teasing against my swollen lips, her fingers now gripping my chin, tilting my head up so I have no choice but to look at her.

"At home..."

She drags her thumb slowly across my lower lip, her voice dropping into a low, commanding whisper.

"You. On your knees."

A full-body shudder runs through me.

I can’t even pretend to protest.

I nod.

Wordlessly.

Obediently.

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across her face.

She kisses me once, deep and slow, like a seal on a promise.

Then she pulls back, fixing her shirt, rolling her sleeves up, running a hand through her disheveled hair.

Han Li always looks so put together, so composed.

But right now?

Right now, she looks like she’s barely restraining herself from dragging me into the backseat and ruining me all over again.

I swallow hard, my pulse already racing again.

I don’t even realize I’m still shaking with anticipation until she rests a warm palm against my thigh, squeezing gently.

"Deep breaths, sweetheart." She smirks, starting the car. "I need you conscious for what’s coming next."

And just like that, I’m undone all over again.