RMM -Chapter 298 Springtime in the Bathroom

“Back to the bed?”

As he kissed Su Ruo, Xi Yuechen asked indistinctly.

“No need…”

Su Ruo’s reply was just as indistinct, but Xi Yuechen understood it anyway, and so he abandoned the thought of returning to the bed.

At a moment like this, with tension at its peak, who still had the time to go back to bed?

Perhaps because it had been so long since they’d been intimate, both of them were impatient. Su Ruo had long since lost her restraint and reserve, moving purely according to the desires in her heart. Her jade-like hands clung tightly to Xi Yuechen’s neck, her body pressed against his with not a sliver of space between them.

And Xi Yuechen had already lost all reason the moment Su Ruo took the initiative. Instinct had completely taken over his actions.

With a fierce tear of his hands, Su Ruo’s silk nightgown was ripped open. In just two motions, it was stripped off and tossed to the floor. When Su Ruo finally stood before him in complete, honest bareness, he let out a satisfied sigh.

After a while, Xi Yuechen was no longer content with merely kissing Su Ruo’s lips. His mouth began to travel downward, licking and nibbling, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. Every movement was exquisitely delicate, as though he were savoring some precious nectar—careful, yet urgent.

Su Ruo tilted her head back, cooperating completely with Xi Yuechen’s movements, stretching the curve of her neck to its fullest, letting him do as he pleased in that area.

Xi Yuechen’s hands were hardly idle. One rested on Su Ruo’s back, sliding along the graceful curve of her body, lingering lovingly at her slender waist. The other hand moved to her chest, kneading her full, perky breasts again and again. At times, his fingertips teased the small crimson bead at the tip, sending uncontrollable shivers through Su Ruo. She wanted to escape his palm, yet found herself drawn even closer to him, even unconsciously lifting her chest, instinctively responding to him.

One might say Xi Yuechen appeared calm and composed—but inside, it was as if a fire were burning fiercely, the flames growing ever stronger. Every nerve in his body was taut. He wanted nothing more than to crush Su Ruo into his very bones and blood. And yet, though he was desperate, his movements were unhurried. He did not rush to claim her, but instead let his fingertips dance over her skin, used his body to carefully feel her warmth, and his heart to savor her beauty.

Xi Yuechen’s lips continued to slide down to Su Ruo’s chest, and he narrowed his eyes as he took in the scene before him.

The steady stream of water splashed against Su Ruo’s pale peaks, scattering countless droplets across her flawless white skin. Under the reflection of the light, her skin and the water droplets shimmered with tiny, broken glints—never dazzling, yet utterly captivating.

Unable to hold back any longer, Xi Yuechen leaned in, extending his tongue to lightly lick the smooth skin before him. Soft and tender as ever. Satisfied with the taste, he parted his lips slightly and took one full, rounded nub into his mouth, gently grinding it with his teeth.

Su Ruo shuddered violently, and a long, unrestrained moan spilled from her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut, long, curled lashes trembling beneath the flow of water, giving her a fragile, vulnerable beauty. Her half-parted red lips, in the water, looked like vivid rose petals—soft and enticing. Even the water flowing over her lips seemed to carry an indescribable allure.

The sensations in her chest took complete control of Su Ruo’s consciousness. Every single movement Xi Yuechen made was magnified countless times, striking again and again at her already hazy mind—and her heart, which had melted into a pool of spring water.

“Chief…”

Su Ruo murmured, half sighing, half sobbing, passively accepting the tremors Xi Yuechen brought her, her heart brimming with satisfaction.

“What did you call me?”

Xi Yuechen applied a bit of pressure with his teeth and voiced his displeasure, drawing another soft gasp from Su Ruo as she struggled to call out, “Yuechen… mm…”

That almost-whimpering call pleased Xi Yuechen. The corner of his lips curved upward, his face filled with unconcealed delight.

“Yuechen—no!” Su Ruo suddenly opened her eyes wide and cried out.

It was no wonder she reacted so strongly. Just now, Xi Yuechen had wrapped his tongue around that tender nub and began to suck gently. Su Ruo’s mind had already been muddled, but in a flash of clarity, she suddenly remembered something—there was still milk there! After being kneaded and squeezed for so long, the milk had already gathered at the tip. If he sucked, it would definitely come out!

The sudden stimulation snapped Su Ruo fully awake. She hurriedly tried to stop Xi Yuechen, but he didn’t understand what was going on. Being stopped out of nowhere made him quite dissatisfied, so he lifted his gaze to her, silently asking what was wrong.

Su Ruo met Xi Yuechen’s slightly reddened eyes, filled with boundless desire and tinged with confusion. Yet his mouth was still holding her, his tongue teasing relentlessly. Su Ruo’s face instantly burned red—it was far too visually stimulating… Usually, it was their son who latched on there…

Growing impatient at the lack of an answer, Xi Yuechen lightly bit her again, trying to snap her back to her senses.

“T-there’s… milk there… it’ll come out if you suck…”

Su Ruo said softly, both embarrassed and annoyed, glaring at him.

Xi Yuechen hadn’t expected such an answer and was momentarily surprised—then amused. Instead of backing off, he became even more unrestrained and sucked hard once more.

Silly woman, Xi Yuechen chuckled inwardly. What was there to be so nervous about? After all, he was the one who had personally helped her start producing milk back then. Between the two of them, what was there left to be embarrassed about?

Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, Su Ruo cried out sharply. Her hand instinctively struck Xi Yuechen’s shoulder. It was only a few seconds, but she could clearly feel something flowing out.

Her entire body felt as if it had been jolted by electricity. Unable to bear it, Su Ruo trembled and began to cry, tears falling one after another.

Xi Yuechen hadn’t expected his action to provoke such a reaction. He was both helpless and amused—his little woman was simply too sensitive.

He stopped stimulating her further, thinking that if he did it again, she would truly collapse. So he released the nub he’d tormented for so long, straightened up, and slid his hand to her back, gently stroking it again and again in a soothing, comforting manner.

Under Xi Yuechen’s tender, meticulous comfort, Su Ruo gradually calmed down. She stopped crying, though she still whimpered intermittently, tears continuing to slide down her cheeks.

But Xi Yuechen had no intention of letting her off so easily. He leaned close to her ear and murmured softly, “So fragrant.”

Boom—
It was as if a bomb exploded inside Su Ruo’s head, leaving her mind completely blank. Her body stiffened as if struck.

Xi Yuechen was very satisfied with her reaction. It was worth breaking from his usual stern demeanor to tease her like this. A wicked smile curved on his face as his hands roamed freely over the stiff little wife before him. There was not a trace of his usual seriousness left—he was devilishly seductive.

Su Ruo stared blankly at Xi Yuechen, who seemed like an entirely different person, her mind still buzzing. Chief… how could he be like this?

But before she could finish marveling at how utterly different he seemed, or fall for this rare, dangerous charm, Xi Yuechen had already moved on to the next step.

He chuckled softly by her ear, his tongue extending to lightly lick her smooth, pale earlobe. Feeling the little woman in his arms shudder once more, the satisfaction in his eyes deepened.

Then both his hands slid to her hips, kneading them lightly before one hand slipped lower to grip her thigh. With a gentle lift, he raised her leg, guiding her to hook her calf around his waist. His hand returned to support her hips, palm spread to hold her steady. The other hand followed suit.

A few seconds later, Su Ruo was clinging to Xi Yuechen like a koala. Coming to her senses, she grabbed onto him tightly, afraid she might fall if she wasn’t careful.

And then, very inappropriately, a thought crossed her mind—wasn’t this the same position as last time? Was it that the chief didn’t know many positions, or was he worried she couldn’t handle others? In her hazy state, Su Ruo thought that maybe next time she could remind him—she was quite flexible, after all. She practiced yoga regularly…

Before she could finish that thought, Xi Yuechen thrust his hard, heated self slowly into her body. The stimulation made her eyes fly open as she let out soft, lingering gasps. Her hands dug desperately into Xi Yuechen’s shoulders, her head thrown back as if she could barely endure his advance.

Xi Yuechen felt sorry for Su Ruo. Even though he himself was suffering, he refused to let her feel even the slightest discomfort. He continued moving slowly, his eyes reddened from restraint.

When he finally reached the deepest part of her, both of them let out a simultaneous sigh—pleasurable, and faintly satisfied.

This was not merely a physical union, but a harmony of souls. When their bodies truly became one, it felt as though their hearts merged as well. It was a fulfillment that came from the soul—existing in this lifetime for one person alone.

Su Ruo could feel Xi Yuechen’s restraint and care. Touched and satisfied, she smiled softly and whispered, “Yuechen… move…”

Xi Yuechen had already been enduring with great difficulty. Hearing her whisper in his ear snapped the last fragile thread of restraint in his mind. He could hold back no longer and began to thrust fiercely.

And so… passion flared, spring filled the room. Deep affection and intense desire intertwined as moisture-laden air filled with the rich scent of lust, growing ever stronger.

The night was deep, but how could two people who had only just entered the rhythm possibly finish so soon? With the long night ahead, they could savor the sweet moments slowly.

After all, it had been far too long since they’d been intimate. Once such a thing began, it naturally had to continue until both were fully satisfied—wasn’t that so?