Chapter 222 221: A Reluctant Submission

Yang Xun's gaze swept over her alluring figure, the corners of his mouth slowly turning up.

"You… You don't try anything!"

Xiaolin's voice was filled with panic. She instinctively recoiled, her back pressing against the headboard.

But Yang Xun wasn't in a hurry to do anything. He simply looked at her and said calmly, "Xiaolin, you agreed to this bet yourself. I didn't force you."

"What, trying to back out now?"

Xiaolin bit her lip, feeling incredibly frustrated.

She had indeed agreed, but now that the time had come to pay up, she was chickening out.

Besides, Yang Xun was her best friend's husband. How could she do something so intimate with him?

"Who said I'm backing out? I'm just not feeling well today. Can't we do this another day?"

Xiaolin said, forcing herself to sound tough, but it was clear she was all bark and no bite.

"I'm a doctor. Tell me what's wrong, and I'll take a look for you."

A wicked smile touched Yang Xun's lips as his large hand landed on her thigh. Her skin felt delicate and smooth, and he couldn't resist giving it a couple of squeezes.

"Ah! You pervert! If you touch me again, I'll scream!"

Xiaolin's face flushed as she raised her leg to kick him.

But Yang Xun caught her by the ankle. She couldn't help but tremble as she felt the searing heat from his palm.

Before she could react, Yang Xun yanked her leg up by the ankle and pressed his body down on top of her.

"Ah!"

Xiaolin cried out, feeling a twinge of pain in her leg. Then, she saw Yang Xun's face looming over hers.

It slowly dawned on her just how suggestive their position was, and she began to struggle and squirm.

"Let me go!"

Her face was flushed crimson, whether from anger or embarrassment.

"Go ahead and scream. If you bring Xu Yue running in here, I'll just tell her that you made a bet with me—and that you leaked her secret."

Yang Xun threatened in a low voice, his large hand already roaming over her body.

"Don't!"

Xiaolin grew tense and quickly grabbed his arm.

She deeply cherished her friendship with Xu Yue. If Xu Yue found out, their bond would never be the same.

Besides, if Xu Yue burst in and saw them in this position, she would definitely get the wrong idea.

After a moment's deliberation, Xiaolin took a deep breath as if she had made a firm decision. She said through gritted teeth, "Fine! A bet's a bet, and I always keep my word!"

"Now, can you let me go?!"

As soon as she said that, Yang Xun released his grip and rolled over to lie beside her.

She sat up in a huff and glared at Yang Xun, her expression one of grim resignation. "Just tell me. How does Xu Yue serve you?"

Yang Xun looked at her and couldn't help but laugh. "Didn't you see for yourself just a moment ago?"

Xiaolin's face instantly flushed red again. She stammered, unable to get a single word out.

Yang Xun saw that her eyes were getting red and felt he might have gone a little too far. His tone softened. "Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you. If you're really against it, we can just forget the bet ever happened."

"No!"

But to his surprise, Xiaolin suddenly lifted her head, her voice tinged with stubbornness. "I keep my word! I lost, so I'm going to see this through!"

She took a deep breath and reached out, her fingers clumsily fumbling with Yang Xun's belt.

Yang Xun was taken aback for a moment, not expecting her to actually be so dead set on this.

But he didn't stop her. He just watched her hands, trembling slightly with nervousness, as they pulled his pants down inch by inch…

Xiaolin kept her head down, her face as red as a cooked prawn, her heart pounding like a war drum.

She bit her lip and slowly lowered her head.

Yang Xun couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath, his eyes narrowing in pleasure.

'I have to admit,' he thought, 'for someone with such a sharp tongue, she's surprisingly skilled at this.'

The truth was, Xiaolin had been peeking earlier and had seen everything Xu Yue and Yang Xun did.

After all, Xu Yue was a student she herself had taught in these matters. So, while Xiaolin's initial movements were clumsy, she soon took to it like a fish to water.

「A dozen or so minutes later.」

Yang Xun finally couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Xiaolin's arm and pulled her up to face him.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

Xiaolin jumped, looking up at him with a start. A glistening trace of moisture lingered at the corner of her lips.

"Time to switch positions."

With that, Yang Xun rolled over in one smooth motion, pinning her beneath him.

"The deal was I serve you the way Xu Yue does! It didn't say anything about doing… *that*!"

Xiaolin's eyes widened, and she pushed against his chest with both hands.

"I've changed my mind."

Yang Xun leaned in close to her ear, his voice raspy. "What's the matter? Unwilling?"

Xiaolin's body went rigid. Staring into Yang Xun's predatory eyes, her heart hammered so hard she thought it would leap out of her throat.

'I should refuse,' she thought.

But her body refused to obey. Her hands, resting on his chest, pushed with so little force it felt more like a caress.

"Relax, I'm not going to force anything. It's just… I'd feel bad making you do all the work."

Seeing her expression of token resistance, the smile on Yang Xun's lips deepened, and he lowered his head to kiss her.

"Mmph…"

Xiaolin's cry of surprise was trapped in her throat.

Her body shivered once, then gradually relaxed, melting into the warm kiss.

A long while later, they broke apart, both panting lightly.

Soon, her nightdress was stripped off and tossed aside as Yang Xun's hands explored every inch of her body.

Xiaolin felt her body melt into a puddle, and she panted, unable to hold back her moans.

Two hours later, they lay on the bed, slick with sweat. Though they hadn't gone all the way, both were deeply satisfied.

As she came down from the high of pleasure, Xiaolin's face burned bright red. Her eyes darted around, not daring to look at Yang Xun.

Her voice was thin and soft. "What… what's the real story with you and Xu Yue? I thought she always disliked you. Why would she be willing to… serve you like that?"

As Xu Yue's best friend, she knew their marital relationship was more like that of roommates.

They didn't even share a room and barely exchanged a few words in a month. How had their relationship suddenly taken such a huge leap forward?

Yang Xun lay beside her with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. "That's Xu Yue's private business," he said with a sigh. "You shouldn't ask."

"What else is she hiding from me? You have to tell me."

The more he insisted, the more curious Xiaolin became.

She rolled onto her side to face him, grabbing his arm and giving it a gentle shake.

The corner of Yang Xun's mouth twitched upward. 'She's actually pretty cute when she's not being so hostile.'

He thought for a moment before finally speaking. "Xu Yue… has a medical condition. She needs my help to treat it."

Xiaolin froze. "Xu Yue told me she had some gynecological issues, but she never told me the details. What kind of illness is it?"

Yang Xun turned his head to look at her and said calmly, "Vaginismus."

Xiaolin's eyes flew wide open. The curiosity on her face instantly morphed into pure shock. She was stunned silent for several seconds before she finally processed his words.