Finest Servant - Chapter 213

Chapter 213 Almost Impotent

As the evening deepened, the oil lamp glowed dimly. In Lin Wanrong’s heart surged a burning desire. The thought of the beautiful woman asleep inside, Qiaoqiao’s intimate friend, and this being her boudoir made him chuckle. Unconsciously, that desire began to hint at a seductive darkness.

“What are you trying?” Qiaoqiao asked shyly. She felt weak and limp. Her brother’s hands gently teased and caressed her, as if intending to melt her body.

Lin Wanrong slid her small jacket aside, revealing the fiery red lingerie beneath. He whispered softly, “Just trying some interesting things—”

“Big brother, don’t—” Qiaoqiao cried out, her breath hitching. Her voice trembled with fear and carried a hint of enchantment that even she struggled to comprehend. “This is sister Ning’s boudoir—”

‘If it wasn’t her boudoir, I wouldn’t bother. We men, don’t we all like this?’ Lin Wanrong’s heart itched like a cat’s scratch. ‘Damn, sneaking around is exciting.’ With a gentle push, he raised Qiaoqiao’s lingerie, exposing a piece of crystal-clear skin and her trembling delicate breasts.

Qiaoqiao let out a soft cry, her face burning like fire. She buried her head in her brother’s chest, not daring to look at him. Although this wasn’t the first time her brother had taken advantage of her, it was the first time she had been so openly exposed to him, especially in the bedroom of her best friend. She was both scared and embarrassed, a strange feeling rising within her, and she didn’t dare to raise her head again.

In the dim light, Qiaoqiao’s tender skin appeared even whiter. The bright tips of her breasts trembled slightly, and her red lips panted lightly, slightly parted, as if saying something, incredibly tempting.

The roaring desire in his heart made Lin Wanrong’s breathing more hurried. He swallowed hard and thought, ‘My little darling, you’re killing me.’ He gathered strength and lifted Qiaoqiao onto his lap. Out of modesty, Qiaoqiao tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes dared not open, her delicate legs slightly bent. Her knees, whether intentionally or not, pressed against Lin Wanrong’s crotch.

‘Teasing, this is definitely teasing,’ Lin Wanrong screamed inwardly. ‘My little darling is teasing me. And in another beauty’s room. Damn, it feels so good to be a beast. Should I be even more beastly and take her right here in Luo Ning’s room? The thought is too tempting.’

Qiaoqiao’s body was hot all over, her breasts exposed, and a faint pink flush spread over the white skin of her chest. Having never experienced such a situation, she trembled slightly and said, “Big brother, you’re the worst. What if sister Ning wakes up and sees us?”

Lin Wanrong chuckled and said softly, “My darling, what do you think I want to do? I just have a very pure idea to try something interesting with you.”

How could Qiaoqiao dare to answer him? What he called pure, in Qiaoqiao’s eyes, was something not even a loose woman would dare to do easily.

Lin Wanrong gently caressed her chest and said, “My darling, do you remember the wish you made the last time I was drawing a portrait for Eldest Miss Xiao?”

Qiaoqiao blushed and said, “How could I forget? I wished for big brother to paint a portrait of me too.”

Lin Wanrong replied with a mysterious smile, “Today, I will fulfill your wish.”

“Really, big brother?” Qiaoqiao asked, surprised. She was so overjoyed that she didn’t even try to cover the blossoms on her chest. Her cherry-like peaks quivered, causing Lin Wanrong to have a dry mouth.

Using his immense self-control, he replied, “Indeed. I want to create a masterpiece for my darling, a painting that is unparalleled in history and will be unforgettable for us. However, tonight, you must listen to everything I say.”

Qiaoqiao had no idea what Lin Wanrong was planning, but she had no thought of resisting in front of him. She would do as he said.

Lin Wanrong quickly fetched a blank piece of paper and a pencil, and then said, “Darling, I’m going to start now. Sit properly and don’t move.”

“Like this?” Qiaoqiao asked in surprise. Her bare bosom was exposed at the most delicate moment for a woman. How could she be portrayed in a painting like this?

“Just like that,” Lin Wanrong affirmed. He kissed her cheek lightly and said, “I’m going to create an incredible masterpiece that only we can appreciate.”

Qiaoqiao was such an obedient girl that she instantly understood his intent. Her face flushed, and her body felt weak. Big brother intended to capture her current appearance in a painting. The thought of being observed by him in her friend’s room, with her half-exposed breasts, was truly as he said – a scene unparalleled in history, truly extraordinary, and unforgettable. Only they, as a couple, could appreciate this painting.

“Big brother,” Qiaoqiao began, surprised and shy all at once. She didn’t have any intention of resisting. Biting her lower lip gently, she murmured, “Then please make it quick, so as not to wake sister Ning. Ah, this is too embarrassing.”

In ancient times, the chastity of a woman was as important as her life. If Qiaoqiao didn’t deeply love him, she would never agree to his audacious request.

Lin Wanrong’s thoughts were somewhat dark that day, but seeing Qiaoqiao’s softness, he felt gratitude. With this painting, their bond truly felt solidified.

Qiaoqiao’s bare chest was exposed. Her face was a deep shade of red from embarrassment, and her heart was worried about Ning waking up. As she grew weak from her mixed emotions of shyness and concern, a feeling of enchantment emerged from her heart, and her face was gradually flushed with color.

Lin Wanrong, filled with gratitude, worked enthusiastically with his brush. In no time, the shy and partly concealed beauty of a woman was portrayed on the paper. The woman in the painting had her robe half undone and her hairpin in disarray. The fresh cherry-like peaks on her chest were tantalizing. The entire image was shy and beautiful, with an underlying sensual tone. It was truly a masterpiece that could spice up the mood in a boudoir.

Qiaoqiao sat uncomfortably, unable to hide her enchanted thoughts. She wanted to look but dared not. She bowed her head low, her face flush with a light pink. Her exposed breasts were tinged with a light pink hue. Her delicate fingers held her chest, revealing a peek of her tender peak through her fingers. It was an enticing image of a shy girl’s springtime.

Lin Wanrong finished his last stroke, flung his pen with a sharp snap, and before Qiaoqiao could even say, “Big brother—”, she found herself engulfed in the warmth of her big brother’s embrace.

Lin Wanrong gently caressed her back, savoring the smooth sensation her delicate chest created against his body. He lowered his head and tenderly kissed her supple breast, swallowing hard before saying, “Qiaoqiao, let’s consummate our marriage here—”

Under his influence, Qiaoqiao was already on the verge of submission, overwhelmed by his fiery passion. She had forgotten where they were, whimpering in reply and daring not to speak.

Already overcome by desire, Lin Wanrong moved his hands towards her pert buttocks, just about to fulfill his lust, when he heard a startled cry from within, “Brother Lin—”

The shout was like a sudden clap of thunder that exploded beside Lin Wanrong’s ears. He was in the throes of intense passion, and the shock nearly robbed him of his vigour. Recognizing the voice as Luo Ning’s, he thought, “Has Luo Ning woken up? Damn, that scare nearly left me impotent. Even in an affair, one couldn’t handle such a fright.”

Qiaoqiao quickly sprang off him, her face flushing a deep red. She hurriedly adjusted her clothes, sneaking a glance at him, shyly saying, “Big brother, you’re naughty! What if Sister Ning saw us?”

‘I wouldn’t mind if Luo Ning saw me, but it would be disadvantageous for my Qiaoqiao. I must think of a way to get even,’ he thought, utterly unaware of his own imprudence. He turned back to see the door slightly closed, with no sign of Luo Ning.

‘I definitely heard Luo Ning’s voice just now. What’s going on?’ Lin Wanrong cast a puzzled glance at Qiaoqiao. The young girl, her face still a brilliant red, explained, “Sister Ning was talking in her sleep.”

‘Damn, even in her sleep, she’s calling out my name? That nearly left me impotent!’ Lin Wanrong chided himself. He wanted to suggest they continue, but Qiaoqiao’s gaze had already drifted toward the painting they had just finished.

The woman depicted in the painting, blushing and filled with the vigor of spring, was that really her? Qiaoqiao blushed, lowering her head, yet her eyes sneakily observed the painting. They held a mix of embarrassment and joy; such a painting of bedroom delights would surely become the sweetest memory for them both.

‘Today I paint a boudoir scene for Qiaoqiao in Luo Ning’s room, tomorrow, I’ll paint one for Yushuang in Qiaoqiao’s room, and another for Qingxuan in Yushuang’s room,’ he thought, the beastly blood boiling within him.

A dark wave of desire rose in Lin Wanrong’s heart. Qiaoqiao seemed to sense it, as she bashfully rolled up the painting, gripping it tightly in her hand and nestling into Lin Wanrong’s embrace, saying, “Big brother, Qiaoqiao is yours. You can paint as many pictures as you wish.”

To paint while consummating the marriage—Lin Wanrong only thought about it and he already felt a nosebleed coming on. ‘The wedding night, the wedding night, I want the wedding night!’ He pulled Qiaoqiao back into his arms, shouting in his heart, ‘I must take care of this little girl before leaving for the capital. I can’t let my precious darling spend her nights alone, nor can I let my ‘little brother’ do the same.’

Qiaoqiao nestled in his embrace for a while before whispering, “Big brother, let’s go in and check on Sister Ning. I don’t know what kind of dream she was having, but she called your name.”

“It must have been a dream about a prince on a white horse,” Lin Wanrong replied seriously.

Qiaoqiao covered her mouth, giggling. She shot him a glance, her cheeks, still flushed from their intimate moment, blushing a deeper red. Lin Wanrong watched, his eyes practically glowing green, as he took her hand and whispered in her ear, “My darling, where should we spend our wedding night?”

At his words, Qiaoqiao felt weak in her knees, and she hurriedly ran into the house. All Lin Wanrong heard was her playful scolding, “Big brother is so naughty—”

Lin Wanrong chuckled and followed her inside. Luo Ning was lying on the elegant bed, her eyes tightly shut. Tiny beads of sweat covered her forehead, and her cheeks were pallid with an unhealthy flush. She looked incredibly weak.

‘Just one day apart, and she’s already like this,’ Lin Wanrong sighed inwardly, feeling a wave of pity rise within him. Even the scare that nearly left him impotent didn’t seem worth blaming her for anymore.