Chapter 677 - 328: Want to Eat?
Chapter 677: Chapter 328: Want to Eat?
Actually, she didn’t usually cook for herself. For dinner, she would at most fry a steak and an egg. But since Lin Shen was coming over today, Qin Yuenan prepared an extra serving of pasta.
They had both eaten quite a bit for lunch, so a light dinner to replenish their energy would suffice—just enough to prepare for the "battle" later tonight. Thus, Qin Yuenan went out of her way to open a bottle of her favorite red wine: Chateau Pétrus.
Produced in the Pomerol appellation of Bordeaux, France, it was an outstanding representative of Merlot wines. As for why Qin Yuenan liked it so much, it was because of its unique taste. Unlike the mellow or sweet flavors of other red wines, this Pétrus exuded a peculiar and complex aroma of black fruits, caramel, mocha, and vanilla. Its taste was incredibly pure, concentrated, and full-bodied.
Qin Yuenan had fallen in love with it after just one sip. Even though the price of vintage vertical sets had skyrocketed to tens of thousands, she still bought several bottles and kept them in her wine cooler as usual. Most importantly, its alcohol content wasn’t particularly high. It would metabolize overnight, meaning it wouldn’t affect her driving the next day.
POP!
After uncorking the wine, Qin Yuenan let it breathe for a moment before stealing another glance at the wall clock.
It was already eight-twenty. Logically speaking, Lin Shen should be arriving soon.
Just as her longing grew more intense, the electronic lock on the front door suddenly beeped as someone entered the passcode.
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
"Welcome home."
As the AI’s voice chimed, Lin Shen slowly stepped into the entryway, and the welcoming light above him automatically flicked on. He familiarly took his slippers from the shoe cabinet and called out, "Nan, I’m here."
"You’re here."
Carrying a hint of nervousness and apprehension, Qin Yuenan slowly walked out from the open kitchen to where the entryway met the living room. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze darting away, not daring to meet Lin Shen’s eyes. "I’m cooking. It’ll be ready soon."
"..."
Lin Shen didn’t reply because he was absolutely dumbfounded.
Qin Yuenan’s outfit had truly shocked him. She was wearing a sheer, pale white blouse that was practically transparent, paired with an ultra-short bodycon skirt. Black suspender stockings dug slightly into the soft, lustrous flesh of her thighs, and her flawless feet were slipped into red-soled high heels. Coupled with the gold-rimmed glasses resting on her face, she reminded Lin Shen of the various teachers he had seen in adult films.
The resemblance was uncanny!
Furthermore, Lin Shen had only seen Qin Yuenan dressed like this once before, back when he had specifically asked her to wear something a little more adventurous. But today, she had taken the initiative to wear it, as if she were inviting him to devour her.
Without another word, Lin Shen tossed his bag into the corner and stepped forward. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace with a wicked grin. "Nan, are you trying to seduce me in this outfit?"
"What do you think?" Qin Yuenan gave him a seductively charming eye roll. She leaned her soft body against his, wrapping her arms around his waist as she whispered softly, "Let’s eat first. We can get down to business after dinner."
"Since when does business ever wait?" Lin Shen chuckled.
He scooped Qin Yuenan up into a bridal carry—one arm around her waist, the other under her legs—and made as if to head straight for the bedroom.
Qin Yuenan’s mind went blank for a second before she immediately pounded on his chest, her face flushed with embarrassment and feigned anger. "Stop fooling around! My steak is still in the pan, it’s going to burn! Put me down right now. You did this last time and ruined the meal."
"Alright."
Since Qin Yuenan had already put on this roleplay uniform just for him, there was no need to rush. So, Lin Shen set her down and gave her plump, perky bottom a playful slap. "Nan, you really do look amazing in this. You’ve definitely got that teacher vibe going."
"Go away."
Qin Yuenan retorted with another punch, though the strike to Lin Shen’s shoulder was remarkably light. Casting him a bashful glance, she turned around. Her high heels went CLICK CLACK as she hurried back into the kitchen to resume cooking.
Meanwhile, Lin Shen swaggered over to the sofa and sat down, admiring her sexy silhouette as she bustled about. An aloof, mature woman wearing a sexy teacher uniform cooking a meal for him—he couldn’t have dreamt up a better scenario! Lin Shen felt as though he were truly living in a dream. The corners of his mouth curled upwards in an uncontrollable grin.
Eventually, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Qin Yuenan’s sexy body from behind. She was already 173 centimeters tall, and with her high heels on, she was almost exactly the same height as the 183-centimeter-tall Lin Shen. Because of this, Lin Shen didn’t even have to bend down to whisper softly into her ear.
"Nan, is dinner not ready yet? I can’t wait for the main course."
"Go wait in the living room." Qin Yuenan shot him an embarrassed, reproachful look over her shoulder and twisted her lithe body, trying to slip out of his embrace.
Instead of escaping, his grip only tightened. She could feel exactly how impatient he was. He was already fully aroused and raring to go!
This deepened the flush on Qin Yuenan’s face into an even more beautiful shade of red. Even as she felt a mix of shame and slight exasperation, a trace of secret delight bloomed in her heart. She hadn’t expected him to love this outfit so much. She hadn’t even done anything yet, and he was already fully prepared.
Qin Yuenan pursed her lips, seemingly a bit shy.
Lin Shen continued murmuring in her ear. "Nan, you can feel my ’enthusiasm,’ right? If this keeps up, I won’t be able to eat at all! How about you help me take care of this first?"
"Mhm..."
Qin Yuenan bit the corner of her lip. She took the steak out of the frying pan, plated it, and then turned around. Wrapping her fair arms around Lin Shen’s neck, she spoke in a tone that, while still maintaining its usual aloofness, carried a subtle shyness that only he could detect. "What do you want me to do?"
"That depends on what you’re willing to do, Nan." Lin Shen smiled, pressing his forehead against hers. His left arm encircled her slender waist, pinning her against the edge of the kitchen counter, while the thumb of his right hand traced her soft, moist lips. A half-smile played on his face. "Nan, can we do it here?"
"You really like pushing your luck, don’t you!"
Qin Yuenan made a show of fiercely twisting Lin Shen’s ear, though despite her imposing manner, there was hardly any force behind it. Looking at his wicked grin, the rosy hue on her pretty face brightened once more, spreading all the way to the back of her ears.
Although the two of them had done "that" before—frequently, in fact, and in quite a variety of ways—Qin Yuenan had only helped him out like this a handful of times. It wasn’t that she disliked doing it; rather, she felt it was just far too shameful. However, the sensations it brought were, in some ways, even more enjoyable than the main event itself. Especially that dual stimulation of the mind and body. It made the dormant kink that had awakened within Qin Yuenan surge forth once again.
She shot him one last glare but didn’t refuse. Instead, she smoothed down her bodycon skirt and slowly sank into a crouch.
Because the skirt was so tight-fitting, her crouching posture vividly highlighted the full, lustrous curves of her backside, as enticing as a bright full moon. Moving upwards were her long legs sheathed in black stockings; even folded in front of her, their impressive length was undeniable.
Of course, none of this was the most alluring part. The most alluring part was her face. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses already gave her an aura of ascetic restraint, yet here she was, half-kneeling in front of him, obediently servicing him. Faced with such an overwhelming sense of conquest, any man would find his blood boiling with surging waves of excitement.
Lin Shen was no exception.
He shifted his stance, leaning back against the edge of the counter. Stroking Qin Yuenan’s hair, he chuckled and teased, "Do you want to eat?"
"Stop spouting nonsense!" Qin Yuenan’s face turned a fiery red. She glared at him fiercely once more and muttered under her breath, "If you say another word, I’m stopping."
"I’m just adding a little spice to the moment," Lin Shen joked with a grin. "Nan, you dressed up like this, and you won’t even let me talk? Come on, tell me. Do you want to eat?"