Second-Generation Heir x Illegitimate Son 21

The loosely tied necktie was effortlessly broken free by the man, his well-defined fingers and even his veins exuding a sense of power.

Discarded along with the tie was the cage that imprisoned the beast within his heart.

The skin on the back of Lin Sui's neck was kneaded and held down. Before he could react, he was met with a suppressed, eager passion.

The hasty sounds that had no time to escape lingered between his throat and mouth, like a pink light floating on the water's surface, and like the intoxicating illusion in Lin Sui's eyes.

The back of his neck was kneaded red, the heat seeming to seep from the surface of his skin into his insides, igniting a scalding fire.

The blood rushing to his heart carried the combustible element of alcohol, causing a thin layer of sweat to break out.

Yan Qin's eyes were dark and heavy, like a deep underground river, every drop of water brimming with a transgressive love.

It was an act of insubordination, something yearned for and attained.

Lin Sui was like a water demon that had just come ashore, oozing dampness everywhere.

It was excitement and audacity, his entire body sinking into a familiar scent.

Yan Qin's kiss was exactly as it had always been. To others, he appeared obedient, honest, and even green, but his actions were the complete opposite, like a submissive, fierce hound baring its fangs and claws to bite a person's throat for the kill.

It was an urgently desired devouring, containing a scorching love as vast as the ocean.

The moonlight slipped into the car from a tricky angle, coldly observing the surging ambiguous feelings.

This was clearly a despicable and filthy invasion, yet it swayed so gracefully, as if it were a joyous meeting of lovers.

Faint sounds were completely isolated in this tiny space by the soundproof partition. The young man who appeared to have the upper hand in this contest was being pressed down by the back of his neck, accepting the tribute of his subject.

The blue Bugatti was still driving down the road, as if embarking on an endless journey, wrapped in love, rushing towards dusk or dawn.

Yan Qin's fingers resting on the side couldn't help but tremble slightly. He tried his best to restrain his body's natural, pleasurable reactions, gently holding Lin Sui's waist.

The young man seemed heavily drunk. He had been a bit dizzy to begin with, and now he leaned back weakly and languidly, his lips looking as if they had been smeared with rouge.

But even when drunk, the young man's temperament remained competitive. For instance, he had just been trying to compete with him for dominance and almost left a bite mark, fortunately stopping in time.

If the young man woke up and discovered any clues, he would definitely fly into a rage, making it difficult to get close to him again.

A person like Lin Sui was too complex and unpredictable, too seductive. His toxicity was flamboyant, yet he still made people sink deeper.

Interwoven and contradictory emotions often arose in Yan Qin's heart. He wanted to hold this person on the tip of his heart and dote on him, let him possess treasures, let him squander lavishly, and watch him be arrogantly domineering; yet he also wanted to trap him in his own world, making him an existence only he could see, blooming his charm only in his eyes.

But how could a person imprison a poisonous butterfly? A sealed bottle would quickly leave it dying, and even if this boundary was extended infinitely, the proud butterfly would still yearn for a wider world.

If he were to release it and let it sail freely through the world, and it suddenly disappeared, what would the person left behind do with themselves?

But perhaps this was exactly what made it so fascinating—because it was dangerous and difficult to tame.

Yan Qin's hand carefully touched the young man's face, the soft sensation making his fingertips tingle.

Unfortunately, no matter how distant the journey, it would eventually have an end, and no matter how intoxicating the beautiful dream, there would be a time to wake up.

Yan Qin placed Lin Sui on the seat. The friction of the soft fabric during the movement made his gaze grow even darker.

It seemed that Lin Sui's fragrance still lingered on his body. After spacing out for a while, Yan Qin thought with some frustration that he should have secretly taken that tie; maybe he wouldn't have noticed.

But that was only a maybe, and only a thought.

He hoped Lin Sui could truly dream of him.

Inside the moving car, the young man licked his lips somewhat in satisfaction. Propping himself up with his hands, he sat up unsteadily, hooked the tie with his finger, and then threw it onto the floor with a smile.

Lin Sui was somewhat drunk, but he hadn't completely lost consciousness.

Thinking of the somewhat uncomfortable seat he had just been sitting on, the smile in Lin Sui's eyes deepened.

He carried a sense of languor, the flush on his face like flaunting peach blossoms, exceptionally striking to the eye.

In this hazy state, Lin Sui suddenly noticed something strange. This strangeness wasn't aimed at the atmosphere he was in, but at the System.

The System was too quiet. This wasn't its style.

Seeing this scene, it should have been very angry. Furthermore, he didn't think it would easily let it go and gladly accept the fact that Yan Qin and he were together, even though it was a fact it couldn't change.

'I thought you were going to shock me just now, old hag. You actually didn't ruin our good time.'

Lin Sui provoked it with a smiling face, but wariness rose in his heart.

The System said indifferently: 'You aren't afraid of being shocked anyway, but I know what you hate.'

What did he hate the most?

Countless thoughts flashed through Lin Sui's mind. His still highly-strung nerves made it somewhat difficult for him to concentrate on thinking, and the ingested alcohol also distracted him a bit. His eyes gradually turned cold as he pondered the unknown punishment.

And the sudden change took effect in the next instant. Lin Sui slumped softly onto the seat. In stark contrast to the scalding softness of his body were his freezing, man-eating eyes, brewing with a storm.

'It must have been hard work for you to understand me so well.'

Lin Sui's tone was grim and cold, his reflection in the glass window carrying a strange distortion.

What did Lin Sui hate the most? Of course, it was his useless body from the Cultivation World.

He loathed the trashiness of that body that couldn't cultivate, and he also loathed the negative effects it brought—the innate, irresistible reactions of a Human Cauldron.

The higher the grade of the Human Cauldron, the more severe the reactions.

To suppress it, Lin Sui had suffered many backlashes. It was only after he got together with Yan Qin that he no longer had to suffer such pain. Now, the System was actually using this to punish him, and deliberately after Yan Qin had left.

Very well, the System had successfully enraged Lin Sui.

Since grasping the opponent's weakness hurt the most, did he not know what the System's weakness was?

If it insisted on playing like this, it wasn't impossible; it just depended on who couldn't afford to play anymore.

Lin Sui sneered. Pinching his palms to restrain his physical reactions, he continued to pretend to be drunk. Without needing Xiao Chen's support, he returned to his room in the villa by himself.

The way he acted due to his body's torment was no different from being drunk; no one in the villa noticed anything amiss.

Lin Sui soaked himself in cold water. The freezing surface of his body formed a stark contrast with his interior. The surging heat flow was like highly corrosive magma, torturing his internal organs.

After making himself look a little more sober, Lin Sui left the room wearing a bathrobe and knocked on Xiao Chen's door on the first floor.

"Help me dismantle a couple of things."

Lin Sui's tone was poor. Xiao Chen never asked too many questions; he followed behind Lin Sui and, adhering to his instructions, dismantled several cameras in the living room and the hallway.

"These seem to have been hacked. Remind me tomorrow to find someone to reinstall them."

"Understood, Young Master."

Looking at Lin Sui's ugly complexion, Xiao Chen nodded.

After watching Lin Sui close his bedroom door, Xiao Chen also returned to the first floor where he lived and reported the matter.

Lin Sui casually threw those cameras onto the desk directly facing the bed. These weren't probe-type cameras, but rather concealed embedded ones, so they could still function even after being dismantled.

After he made this move, the torment in his body bizarrely subsided at this moment, like lava freezing over in an instant.

Lin Sui let out a sneer and said, "Why aren't you continuing?"

"It has always been I, Lin Sui, who controls others. Is it your turn to control me?"

The disdainful voice scattered in the room. Lin Sui turned on his computer and looked at the running program, his eyes full of frost.

When the red signal indicating an intrusion lit up, the corners of Lin Sui's lips turned up, yet it didn't make him seem gentle; rather, it felt like a storm was brewing.

Yan Qin had just come out of the bathroom when he saw the message Xiao Chen sent. Ignoring the dampness on his body, he immediately went to the study.

Someone had hacked into the surveillance of Lin Sui's home. This was a matter of utmost importance. He absolutely wouldn't allow anyone else to spy on Lin Sui the way he did, and he had only planted eyes in the corners of the garden where Lin Sui could hardly be seen. To think someone actually dared to do this.

Yan Qin's fingers tapped on the keyboard. It didn't take long for him to complete his own intrusion, searching for the clues left by the previous hacker in an attempt to track them down, but strangely, he found no traces.

Either the other party's methods were too advanced, or the equipment hadn't actually been cracked.

Yan Qin didn't dare to be careless and checked the feeds of the equipment that were still running.

A few grid boxes shared the same viewing angle, completely filling up the computer screen.

Yan Qin's breathing hitched slightly. The hand holding the cup as he drank trembled slightly.

His heart felt like it was going to burst open. Yan Qin took several deep breaths to keep himself from losing control too much.

Lin Sui actually... Even like this, he was incredibly wild and languid.

Lin Sui's beddings were mostly light-colored, but there were occasional exceptions, such as pure black and deep blue.

His hair blended with the almost-black ink-blue sheets. The young man lay there languidly, one leg bent and the other stretched out freely. His toes hanging off the edge swayed gently, a faint pink showing at his ankles.

Smooth and beautiful muscle lines outlined the young man's physical contours. Compared to his more delicate youth, the young man had grown quite a bit taller, and the dangerous aura exuding from his every movement became increasingly evident.

Lin Sui lowered his eyes, toying with something absently. He looked as if his interest was waning, yet he also seemed somewhat immersed in it.

His fingertips revealed a warm tone under the light. The thin layer of moisture was like a faint glow, and his bent knuckles were round and pristine—beautiful in every aspect.

Lin Sui spoke in his mind: 'Aren't you going to do something, System?'

'He's watching me.'

'Are you giving up just like that?'

He pressed forward relentlessly, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

The System: 'You won't have a good end if you act like this.'

Lin Sui: 'There are plenty of people who say that, I'm not lacking you. Got anything fresh?'

He just didn't like letting hateful things get their way; he had his own way of living.

The System fell silent again. It was unknown whether it was helpless or harboring some sinister plot.

Lin Sui, however, was in a joyful mood. If the System was unhappy, he was happy, and he even became a bit more invested in what he was doing.

He didn't actually have many thoughts, since the System's back-and-forth was very tormenting, but for this brief moment, he began to find his own enjoyment. Just the thought that Yan Qin was watching him made him inevitably feel a bit more exhilarated.

Thinking of Yan Qin's presence, Lin Sui pulled out a few tissues, deciding to generously improve Yan Qin's benefits.

The next day, when Xiao Chen came to remind him about the surveillance, Lin Sui waved his hand and said casually, "I drank too much last night and had a dream. Don't worry about it, just leave it as is."

Those few items were casually gathered on the desk by Lin Sui, like quiet ornaments.

The program's red light lit up, and the visitor descended every night.

The young man, like a red moon, was like a fruit hanging on a branch exuding a ripe fragrance. It made people urgently advance toward their destination, worried that if they were a step late, the fruit would fall from the branch into someone else's hands.