Chapter 134: Krystal Inspecting “battle Results” With Her Body
With Soo Jung’s arrival, Lin Xiaolu’s class gained another teacher.
Actually, judging from the acting skills she’s shown so far, Soo Jung even slightly surpasses Yoona’s, but unfortunately, her resources over the years have been lukewarm, preventing better development opportunities.
After finishing the conversation, Xiuyuan drove out to pack back a bunch of food, and in the evening, the few of them ate a meal together.
Only then did he send Lin Xiaolu back to that side in 2013, then watched Yoona leave the villa, and finally slowly returned to the living room under Soo Jung’s gaze.
“What is it, Soo Jung? Your gaze is making me feel a bit creeped out.”
The current time had already reached around 8 p.m.
Soo Jung smiled lightly upon hearing this, “Only someone feeling guilty would be afraid of being stared at. Xiuyuan, have you done something bad lately?”
At this moment, she had already changed out of her earlier sharp and stylish outfit, retreating from the state of “urban ice beauty” into the relaxed atmosphere of the night.
She was wearing a white loose T-shirt, with the collar naturally drooping, faintly revealing her collarbone and one shoulder line. The fabric was light and soft, casually draped over her body, carrying a bit of laziness.
Her lower half was clad in black-gray shark pants, perfectly wrapping her straight and slender beautiful legs. Curves faintly visible.
Actually, if Yoona and the others hadn’t been there before, she would have dressed even cooler.
“What guilty thing? None.”
Xiuyuan wasn’t wrong either; the two of them weren’t in romance, at most partners, so saying “none” was factual.
After all, in these two days, he’d just gained one more partner.
This wasn’t something to feel guilty about.
“Good if none. Come on, time to sleep.”
Soo Jung had just casually probed anyway, never expecting Xiuyuan to hook up with the big dragon cub in such a short two days.
So after hearing Xiuyuan’s reply, she immediately beckoned to him, planning to test her idea while there was time now.
Hearing her words, Xiuyuan looked shocked, “Now? Sleep? It’s only a little past 8.”
“Hm? Not allowed? Who says you can’t go to bed a little past 8.” Soo Jung turned back with a smile, her eyes hiding a hint of teasing.
This smile made Xiuyuan instantly understand her meaning, but he couldn’t help asking curiously, “Wait, aren’t you on your period?”
Facing Xiuyuan’s response, Soo Jung didn’t rush to reply.
She just padded barefoot on the living room’s wooden floor, her long clean toes wiggling a bit, taking advantage of the slight coolness of the early summer night to slowly approach him, her lips curving into a half-smile.
“What, can’t go to bed during period?”
She spoke slowly, her tone carrying some teasing, but her gaze pierced like it could see through the heart, making Xiuyuan’s throat tighten.
“Just consider it your reward for beating up that disgusting guy for me so thoroughly.”
As her words fell, Xiuyuan’s breathing unconsciously grew heavier, swallowing several times.
Soo Jung smiled watching his little expressions, suddenly reaching out to lightly trace his clean sharp jawline, her tone half-serious half-joking as she continued.
“Xiuyuan, if you can answer one more question of mine, then here, I’m not unwilling to let you mine once.”
With that, a few slender fingers slowly slid down to the Adam’s apple at Xiuyuan’s throat, lightly brushing it.
“What question?” Xiuyuan’s voice was a bit hoarse, clearly already in some state.
“Are you sure there’s nothing special with Yoona older sister? The way she looks at you is a bit different.”
At these words, Xiuyuan was slightly stunned.
But he still shook his head, “Really none. Maybe you saw wrong? Yoona’s all focused on Lin Xiaolu now.”
Soo Jung stared into his eyes for a few seconds, then laughed, like she’d let go of something, “Mm~ maybe I’m too sensitive.”
But she didn’t expect she’d asked in the wrong direction.
Then she didn’t press further, just smiled lightly and turned toward the sofa.
While walking, she twirled her hair tip with her fingertip, casually murmuring, “Come on, upstairs to sleep.”
Her voice was light, like a late breeze blowing past.
Xiuyuan’s gaze involuntarily fell on her long straight legs and the faintly visible curves under the shark pants.
Then he subconsciously rolled his Adam’s apple and stepped forward, silently following.
Although the moment they entered the master bedroom, lighting softly spilled from overhead, the air carrying a faint fragrance—Soo Jung’s scent from walking ahead, cool with hints of cedar and clean soap.
She glanced back at Xiuyuan, lips quirking, suddenly stepping close at extreme proximity to whisper, “You’re very nervous, Xiuyuan.”
Xiuyuan was just about to respond when in the next second she suddenly pushed him, making him fall onto the soft big bed.
The mattress gave a light sound, and before he could recover, Soo Jung slowly walked over, stopping at his legs.
Soo Jung didn’t rush into more actions, just slowly squatted down, elbow on his knee, head slightly tilted as she examined him, her gaze deep and sly like a cat’s.
“First off, the reward is yours, depth can be tried too. But… you can’t move your hands.”
Xiuyuan gazed at her, expression fluctuating, brows furrowing briefly, but ultimately unable to hide the spark ignited in his eyes, lightly nodding.
Seeing him nod, Soo Jung’s lips curved up, like she’d finally seized control.
Then she slowly raised her hand, fingertip tracing up the outer side of Xiuyuan’s thigh, stopping at his waist-side hem, lightly lifting to reveal the taut waist and abdominal lines.
Leaning close, soft hair strands brushed his abdominal muscles, tingling like a challenge to his self-control.
Xiuyuan’s breathing grew heavier, Adam’s apple moving slightly, yet he never reached out, like carefully guarding her “rules.”
Soo Jung was like a cat certain its prey couldn’t escape, slowly drawing near, lightly rubbing his jawline, nose tip grazing his skin, murmuring lowly, “Good, keep being obedient.”
Those slender hands now roamed to his chest, fingertips tracing circles along the contours, each precisely teasing his nerves.
The floor lamp in one corner of the master bedroom cast soft but not intense light, slanting onto the bed side, stretching their shadows between curtain and wall.
The curtain was beige, fabric somewhat thick, yet unable to block the layered shadows shifting on it.
Xiuyuan sat on the bed edge, motionless, his shoulder lines slightly tense, palms pressing the mattress.
In the shadow, those hands seemed deliberately pinned, suppressing some desire.
Soo Jung’s silhouette half-squatted before him, smooth curves distinct, head slightly raised.
Long hair draped over her shoulder, like strands of quietly flowing black lines on the floor’s shadow.
The distance between her crouching form and his sitting posture was mere inches in the projection, yet appeared more like intertwined unity, an ambiguity like a silently spied prelude.
On the floor, their foot shadows restlessly close. Soo Jung’s bare toes curled slightly on the wooden floor, the lighting sweeping just right to clearly project this detail in the corner, like some tacit provocation.
The room gradually quieted much, leaving only their breathing, sucking sounds, and the light rustle of wind through leaves outside the window.
Next day.
Inside the villa.
The first ray of early morning sunlight slanted through the curtain gap, passing light dust motes, falling on the slightly messy bedding at the bed edge.
The air carried remnants of last night’s temperature and scent, with a bit of fresh laundry fragrance and subtle aura from overlapping skin.
Xiuyuan was already awake, leaning against the headboard, hair tips messy, eyes still with lingering drowsiness.
He looked down at Soo Jung beside him; she was curled against his chest like a cat, one hand lazily draped at his waist.
Sunlight lightly swept Soo Jung’s cheek, giving her fair skin a faint glow.
Brows slightly furrowed, as if disturbed awake by some discomfort.
After a light hum, she slowly opened her eyes, hand messily brushing her hair, then half-closed eyes rubbing against Xiuyuan’s chest.
“Mm…”
Her voice was hoarse, eye corners faintly red, muttering casually, “Xiuyuan… my mouth… so sore, like I held a stone all night…”
Xiuyuan was stunned, then couldn’t help laughing out loud, voice carrying undisguised cheer, “Your description…”
Soo Jung rolled over, gesturing near her cheek, lips quirking yet somewhat annoyed, “Even gums are numb. Xiuyuan, I remember we agreed last night you wouldn’t move your hands.”
Xiuyuan coughed, wanting to reply but unsure where to start, simply staying silent and rubbing her back of the head.
“Hmph, comforting now? Last night who was pressing the head not letting move? I patted your thigh.”
Soo Jung squinted glaring at him, but her lips couldn’t help curving up.
After lazing in bed a bit longer, Soo Jung suddenly remembered her appointment with Jessica today, abruptly sitting up and pushing Xiuyuan off the bed.
“Oh no, forgot the time with Jessica. Hurry hurry, get up and freshen up, or it’ll be noon.”
“Just let her wait a bit. Didn’t we set the time and place?”
Xiuyuan had just spoken when she mercilessly kicked him off the bed.
He smiled helplessly shaking his head, turning toward the restroom.
Minutes later, freshened Xiuyuan poked his head in, “I’m done. Going out for breakfast, what do you want?”
“See if there’s a bread shop, get me a random red bean one.” Soo Jung leaned against the headboard, tone lazy.
“Okay.”
After Xiuyuan left, Soo Jung finally sat up from the bed, quilt sliding off her shoulder, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin.
Then she lightly yawned, padding barefoot on the floor, carrying post-wakeup laziness and drowsiness, stepping toward the restroom.
Once inside, she first went to the sink, leaning slightly toward the mirror to check last night’s “results” and “checkup.”
At first no difference noticed, so she blinked, then leaned closer to the mirror.
Then Soo Jung realized her face…
Seemed brighter than yesterday.
That glow wasn’t oily, but water-luminous tightness from deep within the skin.
The fine pores at her nose wings originally seemed quietly smoothed, touchably smooth to an unbelievable fineness.
She tilted her head, leaning closer to look at her cheekbones.
The pigmentation from long-term makeup residue there had faded noticeably, color no longer heavy, like refreshed overnight by some “natural repair program.”
“Real or fake.”
Soo Jung murmured lowly, lifting a finger to lightly poke her cheek.
Skin tight yet elastic, even under-eye puffiness less than usual.
This made her stare at her mirror self for several seconds, eye corner suddenly lifting, lips gradually forming a smile, unsure if surprise or “as expected” smugness.
“Tsk, this effect seems to have emerged after that time without umbrella, last night was…”
She muttered softly, thinking of last night’s scenes, even as the cool big sister beauty, her cheeks unavoidably warmed slightly.
But next second, her mirror gaze suddenly turned certain, even with eager light.
If it really needed direct intimacy contact for this effect, then next time, perhaps not impossible to do again.
Worried about getting hit?
Hmph, worst case, swallow once more.
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Inside a certain apartment in Seoul.
Just-awake Jessica was leaning by the window picking up Soo Jung’s call.
“Hey, Soo Jung… What time? Okay, I’ll be there on time.”
After hanging up, she looked up at her bare-faced self in the mirror.
Though without makeup embellishment, her brows were still clean and sharp, yet lacking the past’s sharp refinement.
Skin still fair, the kind with good natural base, features unchanged, nose bridge straight, lip shape pretty, just faint lines creeping at eye corners, like quietly fallen strokes of time.
Especially the once-most-charming eye tails when smiling, now even without emotion, faintly showing those shallow lines.
Uneven tone below cheekbones, seeming from years of makeup removal dullness, faint fatigue at chin.
Making the whole face no longer a young girl’s flawless translucence, but traces of mature woman’s fatigue and calm coexistence.
She stared at her mirror self, suddenly chuckling lowly, “Tsk, hehe.”
Like self-mockery, or some helplessness.
Casually picking up face cream to pat on her face, gaze focused on those still pretty but no longer shining with young girl glow almond eyes in the mirror.
Once all prepared, heading out it was already 11:30.
Then downstairs into the car, heading to the restaurant agreed with Soo Jung, during which she also received a call from Kwon Young Il.
Content very simple: even if he wasn’t staying in Seoul, asking when she could finish things here.
Jessica rolled her eyes helplessly at this.
Jessica rolled her eyes, inwardly sighing.
If not for that incident a few days ago, she’d have flown back to Los Angeles or Singapore, no need to linger here.
But her tone gave a clear reply, “Tomorrow.”
Soon after hanging up, the car arrived at a restaurant door in Mapo District; after parking, Jessica got out.
Upon entering, she told the server the private room number, then followed to enter the room.
Just entering, her gaze instinctively swept over Xiuyuan nearby, then fixed on Soo Jung’s face.
That moment, she was clearly stunned.
Soo Jung full of rosy glow, skin fine and smooth, brows and eyes soft and bright, utterly different from yesterday’s parting.
“You’re here, older sister, come sit quickly.”
Seeing Jessica, Soo Jung hurriedly beckoned her to sit, then said, “This side has stir-fried dishes, see what you want?”
Somewhat dazed Jessica sat down, softly saying, “Anything is fine.”
At the same time, her gaze fell on Soo Jung’s face again, expression adding disbelief, finally suppressing emotion to turn toward opposite Xiuyuan.
Xiuyuan was also looking at her; eyes meeting, he smiled slightly, tone and demeanor very proper.
Seeing that smile, Jessica paused, suddenly sighing lightly, “If you’d been that polite that day, how good.”
But Xiuyuan didn’t think he’d done anything wrong then, so replied quite candidly.
“Don’t say it, all my reactions that day were just passive defense. I personally think I was already quite polite.”
Hearing the reply, Jessica lightly pursed her lips.
Coming this time, she originally wanted to lay cards open with Xiuyuan about Soo Jung, to make him sensibly leave her sister.
Even if she hadn’t said that to Soo Jung yesterday, even if Soo Jung would be angry hearing it.
But no way, as the sister, she couldn’t watch her sister fall for this guy.
Whether age or identity, the two were very mismatched.
Just Jessica didn’t expect, after just one night apart, Soo Jung’s state had visibly changed.
Her whole aura, complexion, even light in her eyes different.
Then she instantly understood, whatever she said today was too late.
This inner-to-outer transformation absolutely not explained by that previous “play around.”
Without real emotions surging inside, how could there be such youthful change overnight?
In Jessica’s view, her intuition never wrong.
Especially this “happiness” from subtle changes, almost overflowing skin surface.
At the same time she couldn’t help sighing: when a woman starts “rejuvenating” by a man’s side, it’s not mere liking, but thoroughly fallen.
She felt she understood.
Because back then, she too had plunged in like this.
But for now it was okay; from current situation, that kid hadn’t interfered with Soo Jung’s work, no money scamming—this probably Jessica’s only slight reassurance.
But Jessica didn’t know Xiuyuan; this guy was a “magical creature” beyond common sense.
And at this time, Xiuyuan happened to get a call.
So he got up and left the private room.
Leaving Jessica time to properly question Soo Jung, her first words, “Soo Jung, your period over?”
Soo Jung stunned, “Huh? What thing, no.”
“Then why so eager, going all out battles bad for body.” Jessica frowned tightly, somewhat reproachfully looking at her.
“Going all out battles?” Soo Jung’s face full of confusion, “Jessica what nonsense are you saying?”
Jessica glanced at her, tone meaningful, “Look at your rosy glowing face, if you didn’t do something, I’d swallow that stinky Xiuyuan kid raw right now.”
Soo Jung hearing this first paused half-second, then eyes lit up, laughing full of expectation.
“Really? Older sister!”
Got carried away writing!!! （ Too much of this steamy stuff? ）
