Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 93 - 85. Dusk falls

Chapter 93: 85. Dusk falls

"Zhong Ruixi?"

"That means there are two people announcing the act together, right? Can we really do that?"

Lu Jincheng asked curiously.

In his memory, it seemed that there had never been a newcomer welcome party where two hosts announced the acts at the same time.

"It’s fine, with such a grand setup, anything is possible."

Mou Keyan lifted her glass, downing it in one shot.

"With the Student Union chairman on your side, as long as it’s within the rules, whatever you want goes, right?"

"That’s true..."

Lu Jincheng smiled, detecting a strange emotion in the senior’s tone.

Thus, he stood up and walked to the living room, returning with two more drinks.

Only this time, the drink he prepared for Mou Keyan had the same strength as his own.

"Come on, let’s drink a bit more."

"Alright."

...

"The Matrix," a series of films from the early 21st century, a classic in the annals of film history.

Known in Chinese as "The Matrix."

The movie contained this line: As long as they are provided with a choice, ninety-nine percent of the test subjects will accept their fate, even if they only vaguely feel that they have a choice.

Lu Jincheng had adopted this concept as a principle, skillfully applying it to his own philosophy of tuning.

Twenty minutes later.

"Mr. Lu, I really can’t drink anymore."

The glasses were empty on the table—rum, whiskey, and soda water, all gone.

However, there were still a few bottles of beer in the house, which Lu Jincheng brought back to the table.

"You really can’t keep up with me, I’m not having fun at all."

The man crossed his arms.

"What would it take for you to have fun?"

"Either keep drinking or take a little taste."

"..."

And now was the same.

When the senior thought this was the result of her choice, she would voluntarily lower her physical and psychological defenses.

So she did as the man had suggested, with a slight air of experimentation.

However, she wasn’t performing well enough; people do not compromise so easily.

Mou Keyan’s knees touched the ground, her cherry lips slightly parted, encircling the tip, she took a quick sip and then backed off.

This was a symbolic act of submission, but it was far from enough.

Because what Mr. Lu wanted was not just submission, but to erode her remaining intrinsic beliefs in her mind.

In tuning a woman, the most important thing is never the body, nor the mind, but the emotions.

Once you can control a woman’s emotions at will, they will accept you and let you become a part of them.

"Never mind, just go back, I’ll drink alone."

"No..."

She took a few breaths and leaned in again, bowing her head.

The numbing sensation of the alcohol and another feeling went straight to Mr. Lu’s brain, inflating his breaths, while Mou Keyan couldn’t reach it anymore with her lips.

She lifted herself to catch it, then fell back.

"Alright, come into my arms."

Mr. Lu beckoned to the girl, her cheeks flushed.

His mood was already elevated, but what Mr. Lu needed to do was not to satisfy himself.

In most cases, mutual joy is much more effective than any crude means.

Lu Jincheng opened his arms and tenderly enveloped the senior, slowly opening her up.

This was effectively facilitated by the evaporation of alcohol, and within five minutes, Mou Keyan had returned to a dazed state.

But he wasn’t in a hurry; instead, he continued to wield patience as a weapon, stretching the time to twenty minutes.

Mou Keyan’s shoulders began to sway, unnoticed.

Not only was her breathing chaotic, but her throat occasionally let out a subtle moan or two.

The suppressed, breathy little sounds roiled with a sensuality that Mr. Lu adored.

It was about time.

He supported Mou Keyan’s lower back, hugging her, and suddenly lifted her up.

"Ah!!!"

Mou Keyan exclaimed.

The leg that was still fixed was almost suspended in mid-air, completely depending on the man’s arm strength to hold it there.

Mr. Lu was like an unpredictable wild animal, always launching a sudden attack just when you thought you were comfortable.

He gently bit the senior’s collarbone, one hand rubbing firmly against her back, quickly lifting the straps up.

Mou Keyan clung tightly to his neck, her moist eyes slightly squinting, losing the strength to resist.

He continued in silence.

"Don’t torture me anymore..."

Mou Keyan suddenly mumbled, in a voice too soft to hear.

Lu Jincheng stopped his movements and asked her.

"What did you just say?"

Mou Keyan’s arms were propped on his shoulders, straining to keep her body from sliding down.

"Let’s go inside, please, let’s go inside..."

The curtains were letting through starlight, she desperately covered her eyes with both hands, her lips slightly moving.

"No."

Lu Jincheng shook his head.

In the darkness, the girl could still see his slightly upturned lips.

"Right here."

...

"Sss..."

Mou Keyan furrowed her brows tightly, drawing a deep breath of cool air.

The sofa space was cramped, far less familiar than the usual positions.

Smoother than anticipated, but still not easy.

Lu Jincheng braced himself against the edge of the sofa, pushing a little at a time, like Moses parting the Red Sea with his staff.

"I can’t, I really can’t!"

Mou Keyan’s clear voice kept ringing in his ears.

Soon she could no longer articulate the disyllabic word, only emitting painful monosyllabic sounds.

Her restrained legs could only touch the ground with their tips, desperately sliding back and forth on the floor, trying to lift her body up a little.

Mr. Lu supported her with his hands, his shoulders bracing the girl’s arms, preventing her from falling further—this was the greatest favor he could grant her.

If he let go, allowing the senior to lose control and free fall, he wouldn’t mind, but someone else would suffer.

Fortunately, endurance was the trait Mr. Lu took pride in since his rebirth.

Mou Keyan needed time to adapt, so he granted her that time.

Women are like the ocean, with strong adaptive capabilities.

Ten minutes later, the discomfort on Mou Keyan’s face had mostly vanished, her arms wrapped around him were trembling slightly.

Layer upon layer of shackles.

Mr. Lu squinted his eyes, fully savoring this moment, as if basking in the moonlight.

The wind rustled the leaves, the moon casting whispering shadows.

Similarly, a faint buzzing of insects filled the room, thumping again and again from the airway.

...

"Do you want some water?"

Lu Jincheng, holding her and panting.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, entwining with Mou Keyan’s thick curls.

Her chest rose and fell just as his did, her head resting on Lu Jincheng’s shoulder, as if she couldn’t lift it.

...

She used the last of her energy to shake her head.

For most of the time that followed, Mou Keyan lay quietly in his arms, her eyes closed.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t look, couldn’t speak.

But it wasn’t just that—Mr. Lu felt as if even her thoughts had come to a halt.

The exhaustion of her body made her abandon these meaningless activities.

She blankly spaced out for a short while, like a lazy afternoon bird, waiting for twilight to fall.