Chapter 049: Huang Wei’s Temptation

Chapter 049: Huang Wei’s Seduction

After the banquet, Ye Feng supported the slightly tipsy Huang Wei into her bedroom. It was his first time entering her private quarters. The room was decorated mainly in soft yellow tones, with a delicate and refined layout exuding warmth and elegance. A faint, indescribable fragrance lingered in the air—subtle as an orchid, yet intimately unique, reminiscent of Huang Wei’s own maidenly scent. The spacious bedroom was dominated by a large Simmons bed, covered with a cream-colored sheet and an orange cotton quilt, soft and inviting.

Now, Huang Wei lay in Ye Feng’s arms, clearly intoxicated, though a triumphant smile played at her lips. She had made up her mind about something, and as she breathed in the masculine scent emanating from him, her gaze grew hazy with longing.

“Mmm, I’m not drunk yet—I want another drink! Ye Feng, let’s toast again!” Despite her obvious inebriation, she insisted she was still sober. Ye Feng shook his head and slowly helped her toward the bed. With such close proximity, Huang Wei’s delicate fragrance wafted directly into his nostrils.

He was reaching his limit. As he supported her, her supple body kept brushing against him, and whether intentionally or not, she repeatedly pressed her soft belly against his most sensitive spot. Good heavens—Ye Feng felt he was enduring sheer torment.

Imagine it: a beautiful, mature woman continually rubbing her tender waist against your most vulnerable place, her body exuding an intoxicating scent—and you are a perfectly healthy man. How could you remain unmoved?

“Little Wei, you’re drunk. Just rest for now, all right?” Ye Feng’s face was contorted in distress. If he’d known it would be like this, he would have insisted one of his subordinates escort Huang Wei instead. But she had flatly refused.

Of course, Ye Feng was unaware of Huang Wei’s intentions. Had he known, he would have found it all quite natural. Even speaking became difficult for him as his body’s reaction grew stronger. If this continued, he would surely lose control. “Brother, endure it,” he silently pleaded, “One day, I’ll make it up to you.”

Huang Wei’s cheeks were flushed from the wine, making her all the more captivating. Ye Feng was tempted to kiss her right then and there, especially as her gaze grew increasingly alluring, her lips red and inviting. If he kept looking, he feared he’d lose all restraint and ravish the beauty in his arms.

Tonight, she wore a simple white suit over a lacy blouse, with a delicate-strapped white camisole beneath. Her ample chest rose and fell with each breath, mesmerizing him. The soft lighting in the room only accentuated her charm.

The fabric of her suit was of the finest quality, hugging her curves and accentuating her graceful figure. Her top, slightly disheveled, revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her creamy cleavage, fueling Ye Feng’s imagination. Below her slender waist, a tight white skirt outlined her shapely hips perfectly. Her long, beautiful legs were sheathed in sheer nude stockings—full, smooth, and flawless. Around her dainty ankles were two fine white straps, attached to a pair of white high heels, her flawless feet radiating irresistible allure. Ye Feng couldn’t help but swallow as he admired those exquisite legs.

“I’m not drunk!” Huang Wei insisted, throwing Ye Feng a seductive glance brimming with mature charm. He felt his bones turn to jelly under her captivating gaze; she was the epitome of enticing beauty.

“Little Wei, you really are drunk. Please, just rest.” Ye Feng’s words grew slurred, his mind awhirl with unspeakable urges as he gazed at her alluring figure. Strange images flashed through his mind, as if he were losing control of himself. His hands began to wander across Huang Wei’s delicate body almost of their own accord.

At that moment, Huang Wei’s body shivered faintly under his touch, his warm, eager hands caressing her sensitive curves. A strange excitement and pleasure stirred within her, but she was flustered and embarrassed at his boldness.

“No, don’t—!” Though inexperienced, she still understood the situation. Memories of scenes from certain films flickered through her mind, where the heroine bewitched the hero with such teasing ambiguity—men, after all, relished the thrill of conquest.

Hearing her feeble protest only spurred Ye Feng on. He gently laid her on the bed, his hands roaming passionately over her body—trailing from her towering chest, slowly gliding over her flat stomach, seeking the softest places below. Huang Wei offered little resistance, appearing to enjoy his touch, which only drove Ye Feng wilder.

Seeing her unable to hide her arousal, Ye Feng’s lips curled into a wicked smile, his eyes dark with desire. He lovingly traced her delicate curves, his hands sliding lower, and without realizing it, he untied her skirt and slipped it off.

In an instant, her shapely legs, clad in sheer stockings, were fully exposed—elegant and seductive, her thighs smooth and inviting, the gentle curve of her hips accentuated perfectly. Between her legs, beneath her white underwear, a shadowy patch of darkness was faintly visible, drawing Ye Feng in like a magnet.

Suddenly, as the cool air brushed her exposed skin, Huang Wei gasped and sat up with a start. That scoundrel had already removed her skirt, and now his hungry eyes lingered on her most private place. Mortified, she cried, “Don’t look!”

Yet in her panic, she covered her own eyes instead of Ye Feng’s, realizing too late where his gaze truly rested.