THE REAL PROTEGE

***** R18 ***** MATURE CONTENT *****

"I'm in mourning," Four Eyes declared dramatically, sliding beside Ling Li. "You're about to vanish into a haze of herbs and storms. Let me savor this moment."

His fingers traced the contours of her shirt, not to remove but to memorize every delicate curve. He peppered kisses across her temple, her cheek, exploring the arc of her jaw — each touch a silent promise, each kiss a pleading whisper.

Ling Li sighed, surrendering to the warmth radiating from Four Eyes, her body relaxing against his as if he were an anchor in a turbulent sea. "You're utterly silly." She said with a giggle.

"I'm yours," he breathed, his voice a low murmur, his lips grazing her ear. "And you're mine."

Their laughter intertwined, dissolving into a symphony of quiet gasps, tangled limbs, and tender confessions. The air thickened with desire, heavy with the bittersweet ache of stolen moments and the relentless march of time.

Four Eyes captured her lips in a kiss — slow, deep, and achingly lingering. A kiss that ignited fiery emotions and quenched a thirst for rain. A kiss that spoke the words she couldn't voice.

Gradually, their clothes unwound from their bodies, cascading to the floor like autumn leaves shaken from a tree.

"Honey, I can't wait any longer. May I?" Four Eyes implored, his voice thick with longing. His gaze, a deep well of emotion, glistened with unshed tears, reflecting a mixture of desire and urgency that seemed to fill the air between them.

Ling Li wrapped her arms around Four Eyes' neck and nodded her head in silence.

Four Eyes, gather Ling Li in his arms, buried his face on her neck, as he thrust his cock into Ling Li; he plunged it deep and stayed there just to feel the warmth of his wetness and to memorize the feeling, knowing he would be abstaining again for ten whole days. Thinking of this made him frustrated.

He initiated thrusting in and out, but his frustration got the best of him as he began to thrust wildly. Like a hungry wolf, every thrust is fast, full, hard, deep, and strong.

"Uggghhhhhhh....

Uggghhhhhhh...."

Four Eyes couldn't help but groan with each thrust.

Ling Li tightened her grip around him, her head pushing the pillows back forcefully. Her toes were curved as her hips rocked with Four Eyes' every thrust.

"Hhhmmmmmmm…

Aaahhhhhhh…

Chu Yan....

Aaahhhhhhh..."

Ling Li moaned and cried like a baby. Clutching onto Four Eyes tightly.

"Tell me what you want..." Four Eyes whispered in between his thrusts and uneven breathing.

"You…

I just want you…

Hhhmmmmmmm..."

"I'm yours…

All yours…

Ugghhhhhhh…

Ugghhhhhhh..."

"Chu Yan…

Aaahhhhhhh... I'm coming..."

"Let's come together... but I want more..."

In that suspended moment, the outside world — missions, foes, tribulations — faded into the background.

All that remained was this.

Two souls entwined by destiny, clinging fiercely to one another in a sanctuary carved from the chaos, poised on the edge of a storm.

A Quiet Moment: Lily and Fatty

Lily perched at the edge of the koi pond, her bare toes splashing playfully in the cool water. Sunlight cascaded over the surface, creating shimmering silver ripples that danced like fleeting stars across her reflection. The air was heavy with the sweet scent of peonies, their vibrant petals nodding gently in the soft breeze, painting the surroundings with splashes of pink and white, enveloping them in a cozy, ethereal ambiance.

Just then, Fatty ambled up beside her, his arms cradling two steaming bowls of tangyuan, the sweet glutinous dumplings glistening in the sun's embrace. A blanket was slung over his shoulder, and with a satisfied sigh, he settled down next to her, handing one bowl to Lily.

"No meat dumplings for you?" she teased, a playful smirk on her lips.

"I'm evolving," he replied with exaggerated solemnity. "Tangyuan is my food of contemplation."

She let out a soft laugh, but soon the gentle laughter gave way to a tender silence as they both lost themselves in the mesmerizing dance of the koi beneath the surface. Their scales sparkled like jewels scattered across the rippling water, a vibrant tapestry of color weaving through the tranquil pond.

"I still can't believe all of this," Lily whispered, her voice barely above a sigh. "The medal. The cheering crowd. The President's gift. It all feels like a vivid dream."

Fatty leaned back, propping himself on his hands, eyes drifting toward the vast expanse of sky, where fluffy clouds floated lazily. "You didn't just win; you transformed. I saw it happen. Everyone did."

Lily turned to him, her gaze softening as she searched his face. "Do you remember the nights I cried after every failed landing? The frustration and heartbreak?"

"I do," he replied, his expression somber. "And I remember how you'd rise at dawn, determined to try again, even when your hands were bruised and bleeding."

She glanced down at her palms, now healed, yet haunted by the memories etched within her skin.

"At first, I thought I was doing it all for the medal," she mused, her voice threaded with nostalgia. "But now… now I realize it was for all of you. For Mom. For Shi Min. For Ren and the twins. And for you."

Fatty lowered his voice to a gentle whisper. "You did it for yourself, too. Don't ever forget that."

She nodded slowly, tears shimmering in her eyes, catching the light like tiny crystals.

Fatty reached out, tenderly brushing one solitary tear away with his thumb. "You're allowed to cry now. You're safe here."

Leaning into him, Lily nestled her head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of the blanket envelop them like a protective cocoon.

"I'm scared," she admitted, her words laced with vulnerability. "Of what lies ahead. Of the Eye. Of Solaris. Of potentially losing everything, or anyone I've fought for."

Fatty pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, a silent promise of solidarity. "Then we fight harder. Together."

Beneath them, the koi swirled and danced, the reflection of the moon shifting like a secret shared in the twilight.

In that hushed moment — free from cameras, bolstered by the absence of crowds, and unencumbered by medals — Lily experienced something far more profound than mere victory.

She felt, for the first time, a profound sense of belonging and home.