Chapter 47: Pressed onto His Lap to Soothe
"Th-that’s... not exactly appropriate, is it?"
The previous two times she’d had physical contact with Si Jin, it was when his spiritual power was rampaging out of control and he was on the verge of losing all reason. The situation had been critical, so Yun Sheng had no choice but to force herself to act.
As for her various "offenses" against Bai Ye in the dream, those were committed with the knowledge that he couldn’t see her true face and were done purely to "steal" his power.
But this was different.
This was the Lin Family estate, her own bedroom.
Si Jin was sitting wide awake across from her, wanting her to proactively go to him and get handsy, just like she had with Bai Ye in the dream, using that intimate, almost indecent method to...
The mere thought of it sent an indescribable rush of heat to Yun Sheng’s head, and her ears instantly burned hot.
"What’s not appropriate?" Si Jin raised an eyebrow, his gaze locking onto Yun Sheng’s evasive eyes. "Your power? Not easy to demonstrate?"
His stare made her skin crawl, and the intense pressure emanating from him made her want to turn and run.
Yet she could only force herself to stay and try to explain.
"What I mean is... it’s, it’s rather special. It’s not the kind of spiritual power that can be externally projected for someone to see. It’s more like..."
"More like what?" Si Jin cut her off, his gaze growing sharper and colder. "Since you’ve agreed to cooperate, you should show some sincerity. Let me see what you’re bringing to the table. I need to know if you’re actually worth my time and energy, don’t I?
Or is this so-called cooperation of yours just empty talk? Are you trying to back out now that it’s time to get down to business? Can’t you even show a shred of good faith?"
His words were so blunt they were practically holding her feet to the fire.
Yun Sheng clenched her jaw.
She knew Si Jin was right. She couldn’t keep holding back, not in front of a top-tier Sentinel who was so terrifyingly perceptive.
’But... how exactly am I supposed to demonstrate it?’
’Do I really have to...?’
Yun Sheng’s gaze drifted involuntarily toward Si Jin.
Even though he currently wore a disguised, seemingly unremarkable face, the dangerous and formidable aura that radiated from his very bones couldn’t be hidden.
Her gaze swept over his chiseled jawline and his tightly pressed thin lips before finally landing on the powerful contours of his physique, which were apparent even through his clothing.
Her heart pounded even more erratically.
"So," Si Jin’s voice, tinged with pressure and mockery, broke the silence. "Still don’t want to demonstrate? Or... are you too scared?"
Yun Sheng snapped back to her senses. She took a deep breath, suppressing the panic and the strange fluttering in her chest.
"I can show you, but you have to agree to one condition first."
A corner of Si Jin’s mouth lifted, a spark of interest in his eyes. "Oh? And what condition is that?"
"Whatever I do next, you’re not allowed to resist!"
The demand was so audacious it bordered on absurd.
Making such a demand of a Dark Sentinel—telling him not to resist—was tantamount to suicide.
But Si Jin’s gaze only deepened, a strange glint flashing in their depths. It was as if he were assessing what she intended to do, or perhaps... what he was anticipating.
After a moment, he gave a slight nod. "Fine."
Permission granted, Yun Sheng no longer hesitated.
She stood and walked toward Si Jin, step by step, until she stood before him, close enough to feel the warmth of their mingling breaths.
Her gaze fell to the hand resting casually on his knee.
Si Jin’s knuckles were prominent and his fingers long. Even resting there, his hand exuded a power that couldn’t be underestimated.
Yun Sheng didn’t move right away. She just gave Si Jin a deep look, as if for one final confirmation.
Seeing that Si Jin hadn’t moved and his expression remained unchanged, she finally reached out and gently took his hand in hers.
The instant their palms met, they both jolted.
Si Jin’s hand was hotter than Yun Sheng had imagined, a stark contrast to her own cool, delicate one.
The simple touch felt like a jolt of electricity passing between them.
Yun Sheng could feel Si Jin’s hand tense the moment she took it, muscles tightening as if he instinctively wanted to pull away, but he quickly forced himself to relax again.
’This isn’t enough.’
She bit her lower lip, lifted her other hand, and wrapped it around Si Jin’s broad shoulder. Then...
She leaned forward tentatively, her entire body moving, until she was hugging the top-tier Sentinel before her.
It was an extremely restrained embrace, one that couldn’t even be called tight.
Yun Sheng’s arms were only loosely draped around Si Jin’s shoulders and upper arms, and she maintained the slightest bit of distance between their bodies, not pressing fully against him.
And yet, this physical contact, which breached his personal space, still made Si Jin’s entire body go rigid.
He could clearly feel the soft curve of her arms around him and could even faintly perceive the slender, pliant lines of her body through their clothes.
The fresh, clean scent of her hair, mingled with a hint of her own unique fragrance, drifted into his senses.
’This touch, this scent...’
Almost instantly, his mind was flooded with the memory of resonating with the spiritual body last night—the feverish heat and agitation, stirred by an invisible hand, that had nearly incinerated his reason.
The strange yet intense sensory assault that had been transmitted through their spiritual link then, now overlaid with her real body heat, her scent, and her soft touch, seemed to ignite a spark deep within his memory.
The aura around him instantly turned dangerous and chaotic. He was on the verge of violently shoving away this woman who had so easily thrown his mind into disarray time and time again.
"You..." Si Jin’s voice was dangerously low and hoarse.
"Don’t forget what you promised me," Yun Sheng interrupted, her words light and laced with forced composure. "No resisting."
Her words were like icy shackles, instantly freezing the explosive move Si Jin was about to make.
Yun Sheng’s heart was in her throat, and the arms she had around him were even starting to feel weak.
But she didn’t let go. Instead, she tried to summon her spiritual power and slowly, carefully, invade Si Jin’s spiritual landscape.
Her goal was to entwine and soothe his rampaging spiritual power.
The process was incredibly difficult. Cold sweat beaded on Yun Sheng’s forehead, and her face grew paler by the second.
Just as she felt she couldn’t hold on any longer, Si Jin’s body, which she was loosely embracing, suddenly jerked violently.
His eyes, when he looked at Yun Sheng, were filled with utter astonishment!
An extremely faint, yet exceptionally gentle and pure stream of spiritual power was slowly seeping into him through their points of contact.
The energy was so weak it was practically insignificant compared to the vast, violent tempest of his spiritual landscape.
But strangely, wherever this faint energy passed, the edges of his spiritual landscape—areas constantly battered by his rampaging power, filled with micro-fractures and a searing, constant pain—experienced an indescribable... sense of relief.
The feeling was faint and fleeting, but it was undeniably real.
"You... How did you do that?!"
Si Jin’s voice was unusually hoarse and taut, a result of extreme shock and some kind of surging emotion.
"I... I don’t know how either..."
Startled by the frightening gleam in his eyes and the disbelief in his tone, Yun Sheng panicked. She subconsciously tried to let go of him and pull away.
However, the instant she began to pull away, a large, powerful, burning-hot hand shot out and clamped down on her slender waist.
"Ngh!"
Caught off guard, Yun Sheng let out a soft cry as her entire body was pulled uncontrollably forward.
The next second, she was pulled directly down onto Si Jin’s firm, powerful thighs!
This position was infinitely more intimate—and infinitely more dangerous—than the tentative hug from before.
She was sitting face-to-face on Si Jin’s tense, burning thighs. Their bodies were pressed flush against each other, with almost no space between them from their waists to their chests.
"You don’t know either?"
Si Jin lowered his head, his husky, magnetic voice sounding from right beside her lips.
"Then those last two times... when I lost control... did you ’soothe’ me like this then, too?"