Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards-Chapter 549 - 241 Opportunity and Fastball_2

Her fingers engulfed deeper and deeper, and after half a minute, she braced her hands on Su Huai’s thighs, straightened and leaned her upper body forward. Her robe slipped to one side, revealing half of her fragrant shoulder from the neckline.

At this moment, Yan Mengqing was still a novice, yet she seemed naturally adept at this role.

A veil of mist covered her eyes as she looked at Su Huai shyly and timidly, each gaze seemed to seek his verification—Am I good? Do you like it?

Su Huai had endured the torment of experienced women, but even among those experts in their early thirties, Yan Mengqing was the most unique and talented.

The system’s overall assessment—her beauty reflects on the water like flowers, her eyes dazzle like drunk galaxies.

At this moment, she was in that ultimate form.

Su Huai felt he was about to explode.

Yet, he did not take any action, but instead touched her face to show his satisfaction, and then issued the third command in an extremely restrained voice—

"Stop, next area."

Yan Mengqing suddenly looked up, her pupils contracted, and a look of intense struggle appeared on her face for the first time.

In this situation, she of course understood what the next area was.

But this had completely and thoroughly exceeded her limits, something she had never done before, and she had also known Su Huai for too short a time.

Thus, her concerns were manifold.

The fear she had about this matter was only a small part of the reason; developing to that point on the first day also filled her with unease—If she really did it, would it make Su Huai look down on her extremely?

On a rational level, she was smart, knew boundaries, and was not easily deceived.

If Su Huai’s attitude had even a hint of pleading, if Su Huai showed a hint of impatience, if Su Huai voluntarily reached out to touch her forbidden area...

If any one of these scenarios occurred, she would clearly understand her position and value and then decisively create distance.

But none did.

Nothing at all.

Su Huai just sat there calmly, issuing orders from a lofty stance, without haste or impatience, composed and sure, like a king who had complete control over her.

Her reason was still clear, but her emotions had collapsed.

This was the first time she encountered such a man who fulfilled all her fantasies about a superior being on initial contact.

There are some women who never thought of evolving themselves into a queen through their efforts, yet long to encounter a unique existence that completely dominates them, thoroughly enjoying being conquered, controlled, dominated.

This situation carried immense uncertainty, capable of fully mobilizing fears, anxieties, unrest, and other negative emotions, leaving their hearts hanging in mid-air.

But the negative isn’t necessarily bad; in fact, these emotions were merely prepping for the release of dopamine.

Acts diverging from morals and restrictions have always brought forbidden pleasures; for a particularly unique group of characters, that pleasure is even doubled.

Yan Mengqing felt an enormous thrill constantly lingering at the edge of her endurance, forcing her to battle two starkly opposite forces, trying to control the impulses to submit and then promptly failing miserably.

Truly, Yan Mengqing could swear on anything: at that moment, even she didn’t know what she was doing.

The scene that unfolded in reality was—

She, trembling, reached out to fumble with Su Huai’s belt buckle.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... she couldn’t unbuckle the belt immediately and ended up exhausting herself, leaving her hands weak and legs wobbly.

The belt buckle wasn’t hard to unravel, but the challenge directly below was so formidable, extremely problematic.

It was unknown how much time had passed when she finally got used to it and unlocked the buckle, then she heavily exhaled in relief and immediately slumped, collapsing onto Su Huai’s thighs.

"Huff..."

After catching her breath, she lifted her head to search for Su Huai’s face, trying to discern her lord’s emotions.

I don’t need praise, just a bit of encouragement...

Thinking this, she looked up only to meet a pair of indifferent eyes.

Su Huai suddenly pushed her away, dragged her down to the carpet, and then leisurely stood up, re-fastening his belt while looking down from above and spoke,

"You can’t even handle this little thing; you’re really a disappointment."

Su Huai did not outright say "useless," but that tone, that attitude, was scolding her as useless.

Yan Mengqing felt deeply hurt, yet this pain and humiliation made her even more devoted.

"Su Huai~~~"

She crawled over to hug Su Huai’s calves, pressing her cheek against them, and then tried to lift her head, tearfully coquettishly smiling as she pleaded.

"It’s my first time~~~ I know now, can you give me another chance?"

She didn’t call him "junior," but directly used Su Huai’s name, pleading earnestly.

Su Huai looked down to see her misty eyes, his heart filled with countless emotions.

How did things develop step by step to this state?

Even Su Huai himself felt a moment of bewilderment; initially, he just wanted to vent some emotions on this woman—it wouldn’t matter whether it was successful or even if it ended in a quarrel, but now, it seemed like she had awakened some incredible attribute?

Women...

Considering beautiful women as goddesses indeed reflects the most foolish thought process.

Su Huai knew what he could do to her, but then, Su Huai couldn’t be bothered to continue.

Conquest was never about providing the target with the ultimate satisfaction, but about sticking to one’s own rhythm, keeping her always desiring, always waiting for that top-tier fulfillment.

Su Huai brushed away her reaching hand, then caressed her smooth cheek with the back of his hand, casually saying: