QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)-Chapter 47: Control [M]

Jiang Yuxi’s POV

My head rests on Han Li’s thigh, my cheek pressed against her warm skin.

She stayed true to her promise.

I had been on my knees for her.

And now?

Now she strokes her fingers through my hair, absently, possessively, while carrying on a phone call I can’t focus on.

Because my body won’t stop trembling.

The steady, relentless pulse of the small, vibrating toy inside me keeps me hovering between pleasure and madness.

I am not allowed to speak.

Not until she lets me.

And she hasn’t.

So I watch her instead.

She is a paradox—strong but soft, powerful yet indulgent.

Her body reflects that balance, the firm muscle beneath smooth skin, the quiet strength in her thighs, the effortless power in her arms.

She isn’t overwhelmingly muscular, but there’s a solidity to her, a restrained strength.

She could break me.

She could cradle me.

And I would let her do both.

My eyes trace the subtle ridges of her abdomen, the faint lines of definition there, the abs the v line, the soft curves of her chest, the sharp elegance of her collarbones.

She is a study in contradiction.

A goddess and a tyrant.

And she is mine.

A particularly strong vibration pulses through me, and I gasp, my body jerking slightly.

Han Li notices.

Of course, she does.

Her free hand, the one not holding her phone, moves from my hair to my throat.

She tilts my head up, forcing my gaze to meet hers.

Her fingers tighten around my throat, just enough to make my pulse stutter, just enough to remind me who’s in control.

Her eyes are unreadable, dark with something dangerous, something possessive.

"Do you know who I was talking to, hmm?"

Her voice is low, almost playful, but there’s an edge to it.

I shake my head, eyes wide, lips slightly parted.

Her grip tightens slightly.

"That was the head of security," she murmurs, thumb brushing over my racing pulse.

"I was asking him to delete certain footage because of a certain someone."

Her grip tightens further, her meaning crystal clear.

I don’t panic.

I don’t look away.

I merely stare at her through my lashes, silent, waiting.

Her breath hitches.

She clenches her jaw, frustrated.

Then she sighs, shaking her head, her fingers flexing against my throat.

"Don’t do that."

Her voice is a warning.

I don’t ask what.

I know exactly what.

She doesn’t want me playing this game.

She doesn’t want me winning.

She leans forward, her lips so close to mine, her breath mingling with mine.

But she doesn’t kiss me.

She simply smirks, eyes gleaming with control.

"Not another word from you."

Her voice is like velvet, smooth and commanding.

Her thumb presses against my pulse again, holding me in place.

"Not until you make me cum."

I swallow hard, my stomach tightening.

Then—

She leans back against the couch, watching me with lazy amusement.

I push myself up to my knees, running my hands along her thighs, my fingers digging into the warm flesh.

She lets me get exactly one second into my plan before she tuts softly, shaking her head.

"Nope."

I freeze.

She smirks.

"No hands."

I stare at her, lips parting slightly in protest.

She loves it.

She reaches forward, cupping my cheek, stroking her thumb over my lips.

"Make it up to me, sweetheart."

Her voice is so soft, so deceptive, dripping with command.

She watches me, waiting.

I exhale slowly.

Then, without hesitation, I obey.

I lean forward, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

I feel her breath catch.

I drag my lips higher, slow, teasing, taking my time.

If I can’t use my hands, then I’ll make sure my mouth makes up for it.

She tenses beneath me, her thighs tightening slightly, and I can feel the shift in her breathing.

I drag my lips higher, slow, teasing, taking my time.

If I can’t use my hands, then I’ll make sure my mouth makes up for it.

Han Li tenses beneath me, her thighs tightening ever so slightly, betraying the first hint of tension in her otherwise perfectly controlled demeanor.

I feel the shift in her breathing, the subtle inhale, the way her fingers twitch slightly against the couch.

Good.

I smile against her skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, each one softer, slower, wetter than the last.

I take my time, savoring the way her body reacts.

She wants control?

I’ll make her lose it.

I kiss higher, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my lips, feeling her muscles tense and relax with every movement.

Then, just when I think I have her right where I want her—

A soft click.

And suddenly, the vibrations inside me increase.

A sharp gasp tears from my lips, my body jerking violently as the sensation goes from a teasing pulse to a deep, intense hum that spreads through my entire core.

My thighs tremble, my breath stutters, my grip on my composure slipping.

Han Li chuckles softly above me, her voice low, indulgent.

"Did you forget, baby?" she murmurs, dragging her fingers through my hair, her nails scraping lightly against my scalp.

"I’m the one in control here."

A shudder rips through me, my body burning, aching.

The vibrations don’t let up.

If anything, they intensify—pulsating in waves, unrelenting, sending sharp sparks of pleasure up my spine, making my knees weak.

I try to focus.

I try to steady myself, to keep my mission clear.

I lean forward, pressing my mouth against her, teasing her with my tongue, my breath warm and uneven.

Han Li’s thighs tighten around me, and I feel the way her body reacts to my touch, the subtle clench of her abs, the faint tremble in her breath.

I smirk.

Even now, even with her little tricks, I still have an effect on her.

Or at least, I think I do—

Until she presses the button again.

And my entire world shatters.

The vibrations double in intensity, a deep, relentless pulse that makes my hips jerk involuntarily, my stomach clenching so hard it nearly steals my breath.

I let out a helpless moan, muffled against her thigh.

I can feel myself unraveling, spiraling, losing all sense of control. freewёbnoνel.com

And Han Li?

She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

She tilts my chin up, forcing me to look at her.

Her expression is the picture of amusement, her lips curved into a slow, lazy smirk, her eyes dark with satisfaction.

"You looked so confident just now," she muses, stroking my cheek with her thumb.

I open my mouth to say something—

But she presses the button again.

And I break.

A strangled cry escapes me, my body shaking, my thighs pressing together instinctively, desperate for any kind of relief.

Han Li watches me, drinking in every reaction, every shiver, every sound.

She’s enjoying this.

Enjoying watching me fall apart at her mercy.

She loosens her grip on my chin, tilting her head slightly.

"Do you still think you’re in control, baby?"

I can’t speak.

I can barely breathe.

I shake my head, eyes glassy, dazed.

Her smirk deepens.

"Good girl."

Then, finally—finally—she turns the intensity down, just enough to let me breathe, to let me focus.

I take a shaky inhale, my body still trembling, my pulse still racing.

Han Li strokes a hand through my damp hair, soothing, indulgent.

Then she tilts her head.

"Now—where were we?"

She doesn’t have to ask twice.