great-warnovel Chapter 194. My second brother tightened the straps behind me, panting softly in my ear, entrusting
Chapter 194. My second brother tightened the straps behind me, panting softly in my ear, entrusting
As night deepened, the ambiguous atmosphere within the Qin family's "Haute Couture Studio" did not dissipate with the departure of the pack of hungry wolves; instead, it fermented and intensified in the enclosed space.
Su Wan stood in front of the huge floor-length mirror. Although the black lace soft underwire bra she was wearing perfectly supported her breasts, she still frowned when her gaze fell on her waistline, which, although slender, was not quite "perfect".
To carry off that light and airy gauze dress, and to exude that delicate yet graceful charm amidst the layers of light and shadow, having a large bust is not enough.
You also need to have a waist.
That kind of delicate, easily broken by a man's hand—"bending over."
"Still watching?"
A clear, cold sound, like jade colliding, followed by the crisp click of a lock closing, rang out behind me.
Su Wan's heart skipped a beat as she looked in the mirror and saw that Qin Mo had returned sometime earlier.
He had taken off his cashmere coat and was only wearing a well-tailored white shirt.
He slowly and deliberately unbuttoned two buttons on his collar, revealing his slender yet not thin collarbone. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing smooth and powerful lines in his forearms. The bluish veins stood out slightly against his pale skin, exuding a sense of asceticism that made one's legs weak.
"Second Brother..."
Su Wan subconsciously covered the overly conspicuous black lace at her chest with her hand:
"Where are my older brother and the others?"
"They've all gone to sleep."
Qin Mo pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze not lingering on the lace, but instead landing directly on the newly completed "body-shaping waist belt" made of soft steel bars and heavy silk beside her.
"This thing has a complicated structure; my sister-in-law can't put it on by herself."
He walked over, picked up the waist belt, and gently stroked the dense row of metal buttons and the ribbon on the back with his long, slightly cool fingertips:
"I'll help you."
That's a perfectly valid reason.
Just when Su Wan couldn't find an excuse to refuse, she could only blush and obediently turn around.
"Raise your hands."
Qin Mo's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable air of control.
Su Wan obediently raised her arms and grabbed the edge of the full-length mirror in front of her.
Qin Mo stood behind her and attached the silk sash with a faint medicinal scent to her back.
The cool silk touched her warm skin, and Su Wan couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Don't move."
Qin Mo stepped forward, his chest almost touching her back.
He lowered his head, his expression focused as if he were conducting a precise anatomical experiment.
With deft fingers, they fastened each of the rows of tiny metal buckles, one by one, from bottom to top.
With each button pressed, Su Wan felt her breath tighten a little more.
Until the last button is fastened.
The originally somewhat loose waistline was instantly tightened, and the high breasts supported by the black lace appeared even more breathtaking under the pressure of the waist belt.
"Not enough."
Qin Mo looked at the image in the mirror and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
He went around behind Su Wan and grabbed the two long silk ribbons at the back of the waistband that were used to tighten the size.
"Sister-in-law, hold on tight to the mirror."
He lowered his head, his lips brushing against Su Wan's earlobe, his warm breath spraying onto her sensitive neck.
"Next... we need to squeeze out all this excess air."
"It might be a little..."
"asphyxia."
Before the words were even finished...
"Inhale."
Qin Mo's voice rang out from above, calm yet tinged with a hint of madness.
"Well……"
"Second brother...it's too tight...I can't take it..."
She gasped for breath, begging for mercy, her hands reaching helplessly backward, trying to grab onto something to support her swaying body.
Qin Mo, however, did not let go.
That large, bony hand, which had been holding a pen for years, did not try to comfort her.
"Look, sister-in-law."
He forced Su Wan to look in the mirror.
In the mirror, the man's large hand actually gripped almost her entire waist with just one hand.
Those pale, powerful knuckles, fastened to the black belt, exuded a visual sense of conquest that was almost maddening.
"It can be held in the palm of your hand."
Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Qin Mo's eyes instantly darkened. His refined facade was finally torn away, revealing a deep-seated, morbid possessiveness.
The ancients said, "King Chu loved slender waists."
"When I first read this sentence, I just thought it was absurd."
"Now I'm holding my sister-in-law's waist..."
"Now I understand..."
"That feeling of holding a person's breath, bones, blood, even life in your hands..."
"It can definitely be addictive."
"Second brother... I can't breathe..."
Su Wan's cheeks flushed a vibrant crimson from lack of oxygen, her chest heaved violently, and the snow-white skin along the lace edge glowed pink from the blood rushing to her skin.
"Can't breathe?"
Qin Mo chuckled softly, a laugh carrying an indescribable wickedness.
He suddenly released his grip on her waist and instead pinched her chin, turning her face towards him.
"Since my sister-in-law can't breathe..."
"Then let your second brother teach you."
"Open your mouth."
Su Wan subconsciously opened her slightly swollen red lips, like a fish out of water, yearning for oxygen.
However, what they got was not air.
Instead, it was Qin Mo's lips, which carried a faint scent of mint and tobacco.
"Ugh—!"
If the previous corseting was a form of physical suffocation, then this kiss was a plundering of the soul.
Qin Mo's kiss was not rough; in fact, it could be described as extremely skillful.
His tongue, with an irresistible rhythm, probed into her mouth, entwined with her tongue, guided her breathing, and controlled her swallowing.
He was breathing on her.
But in the next second, it sucked that breath away with interest.
"Huff... huff..."
In the cramped dressing room, only the sound of their rapid, intertwined breathing and the soft rustling of their clothes could be heard.
Su Wan was bound by her waist and could not move at all, so she could only endure this storm of treatment.
Her hands clung limply to Qin Mo's shoulders, her fingertips turning white from the force, crumpling his crisp white shirt.
I don't know how much time passed.
Just when Su Wan felt like her lungs were about to explode, Qin Mo finally released her lips.
But he did not back down.
His forehead pressed against hers, their noses rubbing together, their glasses long since forgotten.
Those long, narrow phoenix eyes, usually hidden behind glasses, were now filled with lust, the corners of which were tinged with a chilling red.
"Now……"
Qin Mo's fingers gently caressed her lips, which were glistening from the kisses, his voice hoarse as if grinding sandpaper:
"Have you learned how to breathe?"
"Sister-in-law."
"Remember this feeling."
"At tomorrow's plum blossom viewing banquet..."
"Just stand there, even if you don't say a word."
"This alluring demeanor, so tightly bound yet yearning to break free..."
"That's enough to make all the men in the city..."
"I'm going crazy for you."
As he spoke, he turned around, picked up the two ribbons again, and tied an extremely beautiful yet extremely complicated knot behind Su Wan's waist.
"alright."
Qin Mo took a step back, picked up his glasses from the ground, and put them back on.
That instant.
The impeccably dressed, aloof, and ascetic Second Master Qin is back.
Only the slightly disheveled collar and the lipstick stain belonging to Su Wan on the shirt testified to the absurdity that had just occurred.
"Go to sleep, sister-in-law."
He gazed at the woman in the mirror, her figure alluring and her face flushed, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
"Don't untie it tonight."
"Let your body... get used to this size."
"after all……"
"Second Brother's hand..."
"You'll have to measure it frequently from now on."
……
The next day, at Tingxiang Pavilion in Nanzhen.
The actual day of the plum blossom appreciation banquet.
Because of Qin Lie's farce of "a beauty wrapped in a bear skin" yesterday, the banquet venue was packed with people early today.
Everyone was eagerly anticipating seeing what the legendary Madam Qin looked like and what she would wear.
Madam Song remained seated in the main seat.
Today she changed into a more formal "peacock fur" outfit, which, although gorgeous, looked somewhat dull and heavy in the midday sun.
"Hmph, just making a fuss over nothing."
Madam Song, holding a teacup, sneered:
"You were so bundled up yesterday, you must have gotten sores on your body, right?"
"Let's see if she dares to come today!"
Before he could finish speaking...
A commotion suddenly broke out at the door.
"Coming...coming!"
"My God! That's...that's a human or a deity?"
All that could be seen was the end of the long corridor of the waterside pavilion.
Surrounded by the Qin brothers, Su Wan walked slowly over.
She was wearing the "Smoky Rain Blue" cloud gauze dress that had been made overnight.
Without the heavy cloak to shield them.
The moment she stepped into the sunlight.
The entire venue was deathly silent.
Three layers of cloud-like fabric swayed gently in the wind, overlapping each other like smoke and mist.
The sophisticated bluish-gray color made her skin appear almost translucent white.
But what's most captivating is her figure.
It was a curve that completely defied the perceptions of this era and was extremely impactful.
Her chest was full and firm, and under the gauze, it presented a breathtaking curve.
And that waist...
That waist is so thin it's almost unbelievable!
The "shaping waist belt" hidden inside was so tight that it looked as if it would break with a gust of wind.
As she moved.
Her legs were faintly visible beneath the hem of her skirt, complementing her prominent breasts, slender waist, and pert buttocks.
Every step she took felt like stepping on the hearts of every man present.
"Gulp."
I don't know who swallowed first.
Immediately following was a collective gasp of astonishment.
"This...this is cloud gauze?"
"That waist...that figure..."
Magistrate Fang stood in the crowd, and the folding fan he had been using for show fell to the ground with a "thud".
He looked at the fairy who seemed to have stepped out of a painting, and all that remained in his mind was the phrase he had overheard yesterday—"It can be held in one palm."
"Goodness..."
"So this is what it means to be able to hold something in one palm."
"Second Master Qin... truly an expert!"
Meanwhile, Lady Song sat in the main seat.
At this moment, the teacup in her hand had tilted, and the scalding tea spilled onto her priceless peacock fur coat, but she was completely unaware.
She stared intently at Su Wan's slender waist, which resembled a water snake, and the light, flowing skirt that exuded a sophisticated sexiness.
I looked down at my bulky "zongzi" outfit.
the first time.
This female tycoon has controlled the fashion world of South Town for twenty years.
A feeling of being a "country bumpkin" arose in my heart.