Chapter 53 Chapter 53 Punishment or Reward
Ji Siyun's seduction trick always works.
Song Youning liked the way he was submissive and let her do whatever she wanted.
But...punishment is necessary. She can't let him succeed every time. Otherwise, if it happens every time in the future, she will be very upset.
Song Youning pushed him away and said solemnly, "Ji Siyun, get on the bed."
That night, the sea breeze was blowing, and the drawn curtains were floating in the wind.
A black cloth was draped over the eyes of the handsome young man, covering his dark eyes, making his skin look whiter, and highlighting the straight lines of his nose.
Ji Siyun could smell Song Youning's scent, hear her breathing, and the rubbing of clothes when she moved, but he couldn't see her.
In the darkness, he suddenly felt a little panic.
Until her scented fingers touched his lips, he almost became excited immediately.
"Miss..."
"Shh." Song Youning's voice was on his right. "Keep your voice down. They're upstairs."
The soft body sat on his lap. Ji Siyun seemed to be worried that she could not sit steadily, so he reached out to hold her waist, but she immediately pushed his hand away.
"Don't move." Song Youning scolded, "Don't touch me."
Ji Siyun pursed his lips in grievance, and reluctantly put the hand on her waist behind his back to support himself on the bed. He didn't know what Song Youning was going to do, nor could he see her expression at the moment.
There is some anticipation, but also some anxiety.
She ran her fingers along his jawline, down his neck, and gently scratched the bite mark on his collarbone.
Ji Siyun shuddered and heard a chuckle in the air. Her breath gradually approached, carrying a sweet scent, invading his lips bit by bit. Song Youning's movements were gentle, but revealed an irresistible strength.
The palm of his hand pressing on the bed slowly clenched, causing the sheet beneath his hand to wrinkle and deform.
Ji Siyun is the most clingy. No matter they are kissing or in bed, he is like someone with skin hunger. He always clings to her and refuses to let go.
But today she didn't allow him to touch her, so he could only endure it, not even daring to kiss her back. He could only open his lips and welcome her attack, from shallow to deep, until he couldn't breathe.
When she was about to leave, there was no way to stop her. She followed him reluctantly, breathing heavily.
Song Youning leaned over to him, pressing her cheek against him as if she was nestling in his arms. Her fingers roamed in circles on his chest, and she blew a breath at him.
"Jisiyun, don't move."
The heat slowly moved downwards, and in the darkness, Ji Siyun could hear his own heartbeat heavy and rapid.
Suddenly, moisture and heat touched his skin, causing a tickling itch, a slight pain, and a numb feeling that rushed straight to his brain. His palms almost felt like they were going to tear the sheets. The young man tilted his head back, his Adam's apple rolling noticeably on his neck, and a low and emotional voice flowed from his red lips.
Her movements were slow, wantonly igniting his body. His already satiated body couldn't be satisfied with just a light touch, which couldn't relieve the heat in his body at all, but instead made the fire burn even more fiercely.
"Miss..."
Ji Siyun's voice began to tremble, his breathing became so rapid that it seemed to fill his chest, and the half of his face that was not covered showed a pleading expression.
"Miss, I want to hug you..."
Her vague answer floated in the air: "No."
The young man's face seemed to show both pain and happiness, and the beautiful voice that flowed from his open lips was trembling, and he seemed very aggrieved.
"Miss...Miss..."
He shouted again and again, the veins on the back of his hands bulged, and the muscles in his arms were tense, but without her consent, he dared not move, and passively endured everything she brought.
Until Song Youning stood up with a smile on his face, the young man was gasping for breath, and two wet marks appeared on the black cloth.
Looking down, the cold white skin was bright red, surrounded by water, and covered with kiss marks or bite marks. The young man's chest was rising and falling rapidly, and under the light, the rising and falling water marks were more obvious.
Continuing to look downward, the beautifully defined abdominal muscles were neatly arranged, and the mermaid line extended down into the half-ripped waistband of the pants. The skin at the pubic bone was very white, and you could vaguely see something tattooed on it.
Song Youning pulled his trousers down a little further until the tattoo was exposed - Ning's.
Song Youning's.
She stroked the skin, and a strong sense of satisfaction made her scalp tingle.
Hers, this person is hers.
No matter how glorious he was outside, whether he was President Ji who was fawned over by everyone, or the male protagonist of the world with unlimited glory in the future, he was now just a poor dog who took the initiative to tattoo her mark in such a private place just to please her.
Wag your tail to her and beg for mercy, give her whatever you ask for.
When he thought of this, Song Youning was so excited that he could hardly bear it.
She placed her bare hands on his chaotic chest and pushed him forward forcefully—the young man fell backwards under her force.
She slowly got up from him.
In the pitch-black silence, Ji Siyun felt her body temperature leaving him. He pursed his lips in grievance and called her doubtfully and uneasily, "Miss?"
Her hearing became more acute after she was blindfolded. She didn't speak. In the quiet room, Ji Siyun could hear her steady breathing coming from above.
Song Youning was looking at him.
She looked down upon him with her beautiful eyes, looking down upon him.
She saw all of his confused state.
Ji Siyun was so excited that his heart was beating uncontrollably, and his already rapid breathing could hardly be controlled.
The sounds around me seemed to disappear, and the mattress beside me sank slightly and gradually moved upwards.
Song Youning raised her legs, slightly separated her round and smooth knees, and sat astride the bed.
Ji Siyun felt the smooth fabric brush against his cheek and then envelope him.
A warm and delicate touch on the side of the ear.
In the darkness, a constant flow of heat came from above, carrying with it the extremely rich scent of jasmine tea from her body.
Beneath the black cloth, a flush of red welled up in his dark eyes. Ji Siyun swallowed excitedly, his whole body burning hot. He clenched his hands into fists at his sides, suppressing his desire to touch her, using so much force that his knuckles turned white.
"Ji Siyun." Song Youning held up the hem of her skirt, a dark glint flashing in her clear and lively almond-shaped eyes. She asked, "Do you want the young lady to give you something sweet?"
Ji Siyun was so excited that his body was shaking, his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and his hoarse voice was a little impatient: "I want to."
The heat with moisture was getting closer and closer to him, and when he tilted his head back, he could feel a little moisture on the tip of his nose.
But he didn't dare to move.
Until her gentle, yet slightly cold voice came from above his head.
"Good little dog, you can collect your reward now."
The lights in Song Youning's room were off, and moonlight filtered in through the gaps in the curtains, which were not drawn tightly, and landed on the floor.
In the quiet night, the sound of swallowing water mixed with the woman's lazy and satisfied hum.
Slender fingers were inserted into the hair, and the fluffy hair was softer than it looked. The corners of the half-closed almond-shaped eyes were flushed with an intoxicating blush.
The wind grew stronger at night, and a corner of the curtain fluttered and swayed in the wind.
But the question is, is this a punishment or a reward?
…
Song's mother got up early in the morning and prepared to go downstairs to show off her cooking skills and make a mother-style loving breakfast for Song Youning.
Someone was in the kitchen earlier than her.
Ji Siyun was wearing long sleeves and long pants, his shirt buttoned to the highest button, and an apron. He skillfully opened an egg with one hand.
Mother Song was a little surprised: "Xiao Ji? Why are you here?"
The young man turned around, and when he looked over with his dark eyes, his gaze was cold and emotionless, like a poisonous snake, which made people shudder.
Mother Song paused, blinked and looked over again. Everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion. Ji Siyun looked at her calmly and nodded at her.
"Auntie." The handsome young man now exuded the aura of a superior. He called her politely yet distantly and explained, "I was worried that Ningning wouldn't be used to the hotel breakfast, so I came here early to prepare it for her."
He looked back at the pot, and his voice came with the sound of hot oil jumping: "Auntie, do you want something to eat?"
Mother Song touched the goose bumps that suddenly appeared on her arms, feeling as if she had just escaped from the gaze of a dangerous animal.
She looked at Ji Siyun who was busy standing in front of the kitchen stove. The young man was tall with a straight back. He lowered his head and looked at the pot intently.
It was not yet eight o'clock in the morning, and he came all the way from a hotel ten kilometers away just to prepare breakfast for Song Youning.
In fact, Ji Siyun is really good to Ningning. Even though Song Youning was not very nice to him in the past, he did not bear any grudges. He is an excellent person with strong abilities and treats Song Youning wholeheartedly.
Song's mother thought with some regret that it was a pity that his background was too poor and he was indeed not worthy of Ningning.
Of course, Ji Siyun heard everything that Song's mother said to Song Youning last night.
He didn't care that Song's mother taught Song Youning to use him, nor did he care about the contempt for him in her words.
But she shouldn't have hinted at Song Youning in her words and deeds, questioning his loyalty to her.
If the young lady doesn't want to bother working, he can do it. Why should she arrange for the young lady to do something she doesn't want to do?
If it weren't for the fact that she's the eldest daughter's mother...
Ji Siyun narrowed his eyes slightly - he could see in the past two years that the eldest daughter had begun to get used to the Song family's parents' care for her, and would occasionally show some little girl's behavior towards them.
As long as she is happy, he won't do anything that will make her sad.
Someone had shown his courtesy to Song Youning before her. Song's mother sat in the living room waiting for Song Youning to get up. When the busy work in the kitchen was almost over, the door of the bedroom on the first floor opened.
Song Youning came out yawning in her camisole. She didn't see Song's mother sitting in the living room, so she turned toward the kitchen and asked, "Ji Siyun, is breakfast ready?"
"Ningning, you're up so early?"
Unprepared, Song Youning heard her mother's surprised voice. She subconsciously thought of the marks on her back and quickly took two steps back. She faced her mother and laughed dryly, "Mom, you're up."
Ji Siyun came out of the kitchen with breakfast and said to Song Youning in a gentle tone: "It's ready, come and eat."
Song Youning moved step by step towards the bedroom door.
"You guys eat first, I'll change my clothes."
After closing the door, Song Youning breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the mirror and looked at his back again. The marks on his fair skin were still obvious.
After cursing Ji Siyun a few more times in his heart, Song Youning took out a short-sleeved shirt from the closet and put it on before leaving the room again.
Ji Siyun and Song's father and mother were already sitting at the dining table waiting for her. As soon as she sat down, Song's mother asked a question.
"Ningning, how did you know Xiaoji was coming?"
"Have you met before?"
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