Chapter 177: I Want It... Give It to Me

Hiss!

The moment the beautiful woman fell into his arms, a unique, faint fragrance rushed over him, instantly flooding his nostrils.

The scent was unlike any perfume or body wash. It carried an indescribable quality, like a flower blooming deep in the night—faint, sweet, and boring straight into his mind.

Yang Xun, who had been perfectly calm just a moment ago, completely lost his composure.

This was especially true as he felt Yue Feifei’s soft mounds grinding against his chest. Even through his T-shirt, he could clearly feel their slick, warm touch, and an indescribable impulse surged within him.

’To put it bluntly, he wanted to do something beastly.’

But he quickly clenched his jaw, forcefully suppressing the urge.

He, Yang Xun, might not be a saint, and he certainly enjoyed that sort of thing with women, but he had a line he wouldn’t cross: he wouldn’t take advantage of someone in a vulnerable position.

Besides, this was Yue Feifei.

His old classmate who, back when he was at his lowest, starving and destitute, had brought him boiled eggs and steamed buns from her home every day.

He had remembered that debt of gratitude for so many years. How could he do something worse than an animal at a time like this?

"Feifei, wake up! It’s me, Yang Xun! Don’t do this!"

Yang Xun grabbed Yue Feifei’s shoulders and began to shake her vigorously, trying to pull her back from the drug’s influence.

However, the aphrodisiac was simply too potent.

Yue Feifei’s eyes remained hazy and unfocused, her pupils dilated. Incoherent murmurs escaped her lips, and she couldn’t register a single word Yang Xun was saying.

She coiled around him like a water snake, pressing herself desperately into his embrace. Her soft body writhed against his chest, as if she wanted to merge with him completely.

What made Yang Xun’s skin crawl was that Yue Feifei’s hands had already started tearing at his clothes. Her slender fingers fumbled with the hem of his T-shirt, trying to lift it, while her other hand had found its way to his belt, clumsily but persistently working at the buckle.

"Hey, no, no! You can’t do this!"

Yang Xun said, repeatedly batting away Yue Feifei’s wandering hands.

But Yue Feifei was completely out of her mind. The aphrodisiac made her body burn, and her actions were driven purely by instinct. The moment Yang Xun pushed her hands away, they would come right back, more tenacious than an octopus.

And Yang Xun didn’t dare use too much force, afraid he might accidentally hurt her. He could only gently fend her off, which left him completely flustered.

As they struggled, Yang Xun’s mind was racing.

He gritted his teeth and began to circulate the Dragon and Phoenix Yin Yang Technique. A wisp of True Qi surged from his Dantian, seeping through his palms and into Yue Feifei’s body, attempting to purge the aphrodisiac that was rampaging through her blood.

The True Qi circulated through Yue Feifei’s meridians and precisely located the aphrodisiac’s components.

However, when he tried to envelop the drug with his True Qi and force it out of her body, he froze.

It was useless.

Like sugar dissolved in water, the aphrodisiac had completely merged with Yue Feifei’s blood. The True Qi could sense its presence but couldn’t separate it.

Yang Xun tried twice more, but the result was the same.

His True Qi was completely ineffective against this aphrodisiac!

This made Yang Xun anxious. A fine layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to do.

Before he could speak again, Yue Feifei suddenly cupped his face with her hands.

The next moment, something warm and soft pressed against him.

Yue Feifei was kissing him.

Their lips were sealed together.

Yue Feifei’s kiss was clumsy, but it blazed with passion. She even took the initiative, her tongue darting into Yang Xun’s mouth like a nimble snake, tangling with his own in a frenzy.

At first, Yang Xun still resisted, his lips sealed shut, refusing to respond. His hands kept trying to push Yue Feifei away.

But Yue Feifei was like a woman possessed. Her arms were wrapped tightly around Yang Xun’s neck, her fingers locked behind his head. She hung on him, impossible to push away.

Yang Xun didn’t dare use too much force for fear of hurting her, so he could only let her kiss him.

After all, Yang Xun was a normal man.

A beautiful, topless woman was pressed against your body, kissing you wildly, her tongue swirling in your mouth... Who could possibly resist that?

Finally, he gave up resisting.

His lips parted slightly, and he began to return Yue Feifei’s kiss.

Just like that, their tongues tangled together in a deep, passionate kiss, and the air filled with blush-inducing, wet sounds.

THUD!

It was unclear who pushed whom first, but they both fell onto the bed.

Yang Xun’s back slammed onto the mattress. Yue Feifei was on top of him, her full, soft peaks pressed firmly against his chest, changing shape with every movement.

The two of them rolled on the bed, constantly caressing each other’s bodies.

Compared to Yang Xun, Yue Feifei’s advances were downright frantic.

While kissing him relentlessly, refusing to let go, her hands roamed wildly downwards. Her fingers grabbed his belt, unbuckled it in a few tugs, and then yanked down his pants and underwear together.

His massive member was instantly exposed to the air.

Yue Feifei didn’t hesitate for a second. She reached out and gripped it, her palm enveloping the hot, hard flesh as she began to play with it unconsciously.

Her technique was completely artless, but that clumsy yet bold touch sent a jolt through Yang Xun, making him shudder as if electrocuted.

As they rolled and writhed together, Yang Xun failed to notice an unusual change.

A faint, red gas began to slowly emanate from the surface of Yue Feifei’s fair, smooth skin.

The red gas, like a thin mist, seeped from her skin, swirled in the air for a moment, and then, as if drawn by a magnet, rushed into Yang Xun’s body.

A searing power instantly exploded inside Yang Xun, rushing along his meridians straight to his brain.

Yang Xun felt a BUZZ in his head, as if a raging fire had burned right through his rationality.

His final line of defense completely crumbled.

"Give it to me... I want it... Quickly... Give it to me!"

Lying on the bed, Yue Feifei panted, her eyes glazed over. Her voice was soft and hoarse, tinged with a desperate plea.

Her legs rubbed restlessly against the sheets and her body writhed, tormented as if she were being consumed by fire.

At this point, Yang Xun had also completely lost control.

After the red gas merged with his body, he felt his blood boil. A primal urge, like a raging flood, washed away all his reason.

He rolled on top of her, grabbed the backs of her knees, and slowly pushed apart her long, straight legs.

Then, he leaned down and pressed himself against that warm, soft place...