CHAPTER 451: BOUNDARIES OF INTIMACY

"Jiaqi went to Norway," Kaka said. In other words, she wasn’t in London, posing no threat.

Wushuang made a sound of understanding and smiled alluringly. "So, I can do whatever I want?"

"Sweetheart, I wouldn’t mind if you let go of my hand," Kaka said with a smile, gently caressing her face. His eyes were wise yet affectionate. "A man can only endure so much teasing from you."

"But you’re not reacting."

"You already said Little Kaka is very excited."

"I want Big Kaka to be excited."

"Little Kaka’s expression is Big Kaka’s intent." Kaka conversed with her, calm and collected. He actually had countless ways to make Wushuang let go if he wanted to get up. He might not even lose to Wushuang in a physical struggle.

"Really?"

"Truly."

His eyes were like a still hot spring, a vague mist rising from the surface of the calm water, obscuring its depth. Wushuang tried hard to discern the color in his eyes, but she couldn’t.

Suddenly, an impulse for mischief struck her.

"Is it very uncomfortable?" Her face was pressed close, her warm breath on his skin. Her moist, red lips occasionally brushed his cheek. Early in the morning, with a beautiful woman in his arms, being teased like this—a man’s limit was surely being tested.

Yet, Kaka still smiled. He never took off this mask of a smile. "It’s not comfortable."

Wushuang mischievously suggested, "How about I help you?"

"Wushuang, stop playing. If I hold back any longer, I’m genuinely going to break," Kaka said with a smile, making a move to rise. Wushuang tightened her grip, her eyes steady as she looked at him. "I didn’t tell you to hold back..."

As she spoke, she leaned down and kissed Kaka’s lips.

Kaka seemed to have anticipated her move. A sigh was swallowed between their breaths. He reached out and gently looped his arms around Wushuang’s neck, opening his lips in response. It was neither intense nor reckless, merely a gentle surrender to her playful conduct.

It was tender, yet deeply profound.

All the suppressed intensity was rigorously kept in check deep inside him. He refused to let those emotions stir and struggled to restrain the urge to forcefully pin her beneath him.

His indulgence and tolerance for Wushuang exceeded what most people could comprehend.

Wushuang kissed him, teasing playfully, then pulling away, forcing Kaka to pursue, wrapping around her small, delicate tongue, kissing her long and tenderly. Wushuang’s hands slipped beneath his shirt. The loose pajamas didn’t obstruct anything. Her hand now held Little Kaka without any hindrance.

Kaka frowned. His kiss suddenly lost control, becoming rough, but in a moment, it regained its calm. Wushuang released his lips, looking down at his face. Even now, his expression remained unchanged.

There were only beads of sweat...

Wushuang desperately wanted to see a look of wild excitement behind that smiling face, but she never had.

She couldn’t help but wonder if only Fang Jiaqi could see that side of Kaka.

"Wushuang, that’s enough," Kaka voiced, stopping Wushuang. This wasn’t the first time they had done this. They would kiss and mutually pleasure each other but never went all the way. Since she first confessed her feelings to him, they had maintained this kind of relationship. According to Wushuang, she liked it this way.

What she liked, he never questioned.

Even though he knew their relationship was highly abnormal.

It went beyond the boundaries of friendship and even the boundaries of a casual affair.

He didn’t know where this excessive indulgence for Wushuang came from.

"Does that feel good?" Wushuang’s hand didn’t stop. While pleasuring him, she asked, her gaze serious. She was always very serious about what she did.

Kaka couldn’t lie to her. He couldn’t even lie to himself, let alone her. "It feels good."

This satisfied Wushuang. She lowered her head, kissing his lips, his eyes, then licking his earlobe, tracing a path downward. While sucking and kissing, she undid his pajama top. Her warm kisses landed on his chest. Wushuang chuckled softly and took his nipple into her mouth.

While kissing him, her hand didn’t stop moving.

Wushuang possessed the most extensive theoretical knowledge and plenty of practical experience.

She had been involved with Kaka like this for seven or eight years. Of course, she knew how to please Kaka best, how to make Kaka happy, and where Kaka’s sensitive spots were.

She thought that no woman in the world understood Kaka’s body better than she did.

"Little Kaka is getting more and more excited..." Wushuang chuckled softly, her fingertips moving skillfully. Kaka’s self-control had reached its limit. His body was tense to the extreme. This demoness...

In the world, the only person who could torment him so wantonly was Wushuang, and only Wushuang.

"Kiss me!" Wushuang commanded like a Queen, so much like a Queen in leather boots, leather clothes, and carrying a whip. In this ambiguous, hazy morning, doing this kind of thing, she was still dazzling, radiant, like a peerless pearl.

Kaka obeyed his Queen’s command, pulling her head down to kiss her lips.

Wushuang straddled his abdomen, her chest rubbing against his.

Kaka groaned. Wushuang suddenly bit his chin. Kaka completely lost his defense, releasing himself in her hand.

Sweat poured down.

Their sweat mingled, inseparable. Only the heavy, intimate breathing could be heard. Kaka held Wushuang, embracing her tightly. This woman on top of him... Wushuang’s gloomy mood was completely swept away.

She held him, savoring the moment of tenderness.

In this act, on the surface, she was always the aggressor, and Kaka passively accepted. This grown man seemed completely unbothered by being pinned down by a woman and wantonly used in this way.

But Wushuang knew better than anyone that the surface was just the surface. Kaka controlled the entire rhythm. She was never the one in control.

He was that kind of man. On the surface, he would yield to you, but deep down, he silently controlled everything.

Including their intimate moments.

She once wondered if, when he was in bed with a woman, he was precisely calculating the time, when it started, and when it ended—all determined by him. And he was the type to see it through.

One could only say this man’s micromanagement was incredibly impressive.

After the climax, neither of them spoke. The air was thick with an intimate scent. Kaka gently patted Wushuang’s back. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent.

His earlobe was taken into her mouth again.

"Kaka..." *Take me,* those words were stuck in her throat. Wushuang silently held him, saying no more. Some things were taboo. If they had agreed not to bring it up, then it couldn’t be brought up.