Chapter 82: Overcoming
"I’m taking you somewhere, baby."
Large, black, bone-like wings erupted from behind Pei Yin.
He covered Jian Yu’s eyes with his hand.
Her long lashes fluttered against his palm, a soft touch that sent a thrill through him.
He had fantasized about this moment many times, terrified he might forget this one thoughtful little gesture.
With a push of his toes, he shot into the sky, holding her in his arms.
"Slow down."
The fear of being suspended high in the air clutched at her heart. Jian Yu instinctively curled up, burying her face tightly into his cool chest.
Their speed slowed, and the sensation of falling became distinct.
She thought she heard the sound of wings brushing against the ground.
Passing through a uniform layer of protective glass, the two landed in the bedroom of Villa No. 5.
Pei Yin removed the hand covering her eyes and gently set her down.
The solid ground beneath her feet felt reassuring.
Jian Yu opened her eyes to see a silver wall covered in all kinds of chains and jewelry.
They were of every style and color, sorted by category, with each section dedicated to a single color scheme that shimmered iridescently.
It all looked incredibly expensive.
"Being afraid of someone usually means you’re worried they’ll hurt you."
Pei Yin stood directly in front of her.
He looked down at her, not with an air of superiority, but with a complex sort of vulnerability.
"Once that fear is gone, that person can transform in your mind from a danger into a source of safety—or even someone you feel you can rely on."
He approached with a pair of handcuffs, his steps slow and deliberate, radiating a mix of sexual tension and a desire for control.
Inside, Jian Yu was practically screaming with excitement and thrill.
’Dumbfounded?’
But he didn’t cuff her. Instead, he nudged her hand open and placed the handcuffs in her palm.
"Studies have shown that restraining someone can prove they’re harmless, while also giving the other person a sense of security."
Pei Yin held out his wrists and arched an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in his cyan eyes. "Want to try?"
’Are we really taking it this far?’
Jian Yu froze.
She couldn’t help but swallow hard.
’Get a grip. Get a grip.’
Jian Yu lowered her head, blinking as she examined the cyan bracelet-cuffs that had been pressed into her hands.
’Not everyone is a weakling like me.’
’With these? Pei Yin could break free with a single tug.’
’This new fantasy was even more delectable than the original, but it lacked a certain guarantee.’
’Of course, with no guarantee, a loss of control might be even more... "eventful."’
’Either outcome would be a challenge.’
Jian Yu pursed her lips. Her brain, as if suddenly repaired, had rarely been so cooperative.
She lifted her wide eyes, then lowered them in a classic display of playing hard to get.
Her voice was timid and a little dejected. "But these won’t hold you."
"Who says they won’t hold me?" Her glance left his throat dry. He took the cuffs from her and snapped one onto his wrist.
CLICK!
It locked securely.
"For you, baby, I won’t resist."
Pei Yin led her toward the inner part of the bedroom.
A hidden partition dissolved, revealing a Floating Bed.
He removed his outer layer of clothing and lay down on the bed, his calves dangling over the edge and his cuffed hand secured above his head.
"Self-control isn’t about whether a man has it, but whether he’s willing to use it."
The corners of Pei Yin’s eyes lifted. His gaze was bewitching, and even the red mole on the bridge of his nose seemed to exude a captivating allure.
"What should I do?" Jian Yu was eager to try, but her expression was a mask of conflict and fear.
She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him with wide, innocent eyes. She pointed to his shirt. "May I?"
When he nodded, Jian Yu’s fingers fumbled clumsily with his buttons.
Beneath the white shirt lay a lean, well-defined eight-pack.
On his cool, pale chest, it was hard to tell whether the rose quartz he wore accentuated his beauty, or if he accentuated the crystal’s.
His legs were long and straight, his waist slender. His neck was arched back, and the tantalizing bob of his Adam’s apple was almost unbearable to watch.
Jian Yu struggled to tear her eyes away.
’Boundaries can always be pushed. If you’re never pushed, how will you ever know where your limits truly are?’
She looked at him with a dazed expression. "And then?"
’So obedient. So cute.’
Pei Yin subconsciously wanted to reach out and pat her head. His hand strained against the cuff, making the chains on the headboard rattle.
Putting on an Oscar-worthy performance, Jian Yu flinched and took two steps back.
After a moment, she cautiously lay down on the edge of the bed, observing his beauty from up close.
Jian Yu’s voice was soft and timid as a pink mist began to gather at her fingertips.
"I’m still a little scared."
As she focused it with her fingers, the power inside her seemed to have been Awakened, pouring out in a ceaseless stream.
The thick pink mist gradually swallowed the light and shadows in the bedroom.
A restless heat stirred within Pei Yin.
’The goal is to get rid of her fear, not make her even more afraid of me.’
He suppressed his roiling emotions. "Have you ever played with dolls?"
Jian Yu’s eyes lit up. "You mean, treat you like my doll?"
"Mhm," Pei Yin’s voice was hoarse and thick with nasality.
Sensing an opportunity, Jian Yu pushed her luck. "Can I go pick out some necklaces? I’m very good at dressing up dolls."
"You may." Pei Yin felt an almost unbearable torment.
He felt the distinct annoyance of someone who had just been hoist by his own petard.
The Yulan Fragrance was rich in the air. He stared, momentarily lost in a daze, at Jian Yu’s back as she trotted away.
Her face was flushed as she climbed onto the bed and kicked off her shoes.
"I’m starting now."
The pink mist filled the bedroom, and wisps of it began to cling to Pei Yin’s shoulders and the side of his neck.
He seemed to notice. "Baby, can you pull that back?"
Jian Yu’s eyes were the picture of innocence. "Pull what back?"
"You still can’t control it?" Pei Yin asked, his tone casual, almost absentminded.
"It’s fine. Go on, baby."
Jian Yu pulled his shirt fully open, leaving it to hang loosely at his sides.
She stared at the man’s flushing face, her gaze drifting down to rest on the curve of his chest from his collarbone.
Delicately, she wound a thin chain along the lines of his pectoral muscles, layering it until three overlapping strands were draped across his chest.
The delicate chain was studded with tiny red diamonds. The clasp of the outermost strand was adorned with two Alien Beast teeth, making it look very similar to the one he had sent Jian Yu with the love letter.