Chapter 85: Give Me You

At readers’ request, here’s a chapter like this—also considered yesterday’s update; starting next week, I’ll resume three updates daily.

Ding dong! The doorbell rang, and the two intimately chatting in the room immediately pulled apart; opening the door, Ellie stood at the threshold, exhausted.

Ellie saw Ye Nan and immediately brightened. “Sorry I’m late—traffic was terrible.”

“Pathetic excuse,” Simila muttered under her breath. For some reason, she felt Ellie was acting strange today—her face flushed, her clothing wildly revealing, nothing like her usual conservative self.

“Ye Nan, do you like me?” Ellie stumbled forward and collapsed onto Ye Nan, her breath reeking of alcohol. “Today’s your sixteenth birthday—don’t you like me?”

“Ellie, you’re drunk,” Ye Nan frowned slightly, puzzled—Ellie never drank; she always said alcohol impaired judgment.

“Do you really like me?” Ellie’s blush deepened. “I’ve liked you for a long time—ever since you pulled me from that velociraptor’s jaws. Since then, your figure has constantly appeared in my mind.”

“Sometimes I think I’m stupid. I know you’ll never like me, never love me—so why do I still think about you, like you, love you?”

Ellie spoke quietly, her eyes growing hazy. “Today’s your seventeenth birthday—you’re an adult now. I need to know: do you like me? Do you love me?”

“Ellie, you’re drunk,” Ye Nan reached to steady her, but she shoved him away sharply. “No, I’m not drunk.”

“Tell me—do you really like me?”

“Yeah, a little,” Ye Nan nodded, unashamed. He’d spent so long with Ellie—of course he had feelings. And as a man who’d ingested dragon blood, he was naturally a passionate youth.

“Good,” Ellie slurred, then suddenly pressed her lips to Ye Nan’s, mumbling, “If you love me, take me. I want to give you my first time—you give me yours.”

Her hot tongue breached Ye Nan’s defenses and surged deep inside.

“Kids, don’t watch—go away,” Ye Nan felt his mouth burn, his tongue entwined with Ellie’s, yet he remained lucid.

“Kids, no watching—leave now.”

“No!” Simila stamped her foot, throwing a childish tantrum.

“Don’t watch—or you’re banned from coming here ever again!” Ye Nan roared. He felt his groin throb, something soft and pliant hardening rapidly—lust’s fire threatened to burn his reason to ash.

“Hmph!” Simila snorted, turned, and vanished; the holographic projection in Ye Nan’s room shut off automatically.

“Come on, I’m giving myself to you,” Ellie tackled Ye Nan.

“Wait,” Ye Nan cut the power, confirmed Simila wouldn’t reappear, then could no longer hold back—he growled and flipped Ellie onto her back.

The desire deep within humanity erupted violently, like a dam bursting, drowning everything.

His hands slipped through Ellie’s thin clothing, touching her bare skin—warmth and elasticity radiated from her flesh.

Ellie felt the cold air against her body and the intoxicating pleasure—her heart pounded wildly.

“Ye Nan, don’t hate me—I can’t hold back anymore,” Ellie whispered, guiding his hand to her full, soft breasts, savoring the pleasure he brought.

Ye Nan didn’t hesitate—he gripped her breasts hard, a surge of ecstasy flooding his mind.

Seeing the beauty before him flushed, eyes glazed, nose fluttering, cheeks burning with shame, he tore off all her clothes.

“You asked for this,” Ye Nan ripped away Ellie’s garments in seconds, exposing her entire body to his gaze.

Her snow-white body gleamed like ivory, her smooth skin shimmering with an alluring glow—under the night, she was a flawless, radiant moon.

“Take me,” Ellie moaned—the earlier sensations had nearly intoxicated her.

Watching Ellie’s naked form sprawled on the floor, Ye Nan felt his throat dry, his mouth parched; as blood surged upward, he slammed down, driving his hardened member into her flesh.

Ellie felt a sharp pain below—she groaned, then an overwhelming wave of pleasure crashed over her, lifting her instantly to heaven, as if riding a rollercoaster from hell to paradise.

On the hard floor, two bodies clashed fiercely; moans of man and woman wove together into the world’s most beautiful, primal symphony.

“Ah—!” A piercing cry erupted through the spacious room. Ellie’s legs tensed, her nails digging into Ye Nan’s back, tears streaming from her eyes.

“It hurts—!” Ellie cried, but the man above showed her no mercy, thrusting relentlessly, tirelessly plowing.

“Soon, soon,” Ye Nan whispered, lowering his voice, accelerating his pace until finally, he erupted—collapsing atop Ellie, burying his head between her soft breasts.

Since swallowing that dragon, Ye Nan had felt this need—dragons are inherently lustful; naturally, he was exceptionally potent.

But Angela had always been frail, Simila was just an AI, and though Ellie had been ambiguous with him, she’d never confessed—forcing him to suppress himself for so long.

Unexpectedly, today Ellie had come to him willingly—he wouldn’t let this chance slip.

Ye Nan lay between Ellie’s soft breasts, gripping them fiercely. “Still hurt?”

“No!”

“Then let’s continue.”

PS: Also recommending a friend’s book:

[e=《Super Fake Bad Guy》]

The Buddha said: good and evil exist; the Dao cycles—where there are good people, there must be villains.

God said: truth and falsehood exist; originals require fakes.

The Main God: So—you’re the fake!

The Protagonist: Bullshit! You turned me into a counterfeit? Fine—you cheat, I cheat—let’s flip the original plot…

NPCs: Tragic—girls turn into married women, perks stolen, everyone becomes background extras.

Reincarnated one: The plot is a mess, side quests give no rewards—we’re all just losers now.