novelraw Chapter 62: Volatile Pulse
Chapter 62: Volatile Pulse
Chapter 62: Volatile Pulse—
March 17th, 20xx — 05:55 AM
Zone 3A-Δ – Base: Jiang Roulan’s apartment
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The moment my lips touched Shen Yifei’s, something changed.
Not in the room. Not in her body.
Inside me.
The potion transferred easily—warm, thick, still humming from my tongue. Her lips were soft, cracked slightly from dehydration, but pliant. Familiar. Too familiar for someone I’d never kissed before. When she swallowed, her throat worked against my mouth with a slow, instinctive pressure.
Her tongue twitched.
Just once.
Then again—sliding forward, brushing mine.
And then it hit me.
Not heat. Not pain. Not like before.
Pleasure.
Pure, unfiltered, dangerous pleasure that started behind my eyes and sank straight to the base of my spine like a needle of gold. Her Qi didn’t just react—it wrapped around mine and dragged it closer, only to lash it with heat.
The marrow between us ignited.
And I mean that in every sense. My nerves flared. My breath locked. It felt like her fire had crawled into my bloodstream and started kissing my bones from the inside.
She moaned into the kiss, not loud but just enough to drive me crazy.
Her back arched.
My fingers grabbed the edges of the sofa, and my muscles tensed and bulged.
’What the hell is this...?’
It wasn’t like Qinglan—who made me vulnerable, whose kiss pulled the breath out of me like snow melting through skin. That was gentler, teasing, emotional. Qinglan made me sensitive. She disarmed me.
Yifei’s Qi didn’t tease. It seduced.
No, not even that.
It consumed.
Her taste was addictive—spicy, sharp, with an undertone of metal and citrus. Like fire forged in blood and orange rind. Her breath smelled faintly of crushed herbs, of something wild and honest. My stomach twisted with hunger I didn’t recognise.
Her body pulsed.
Her thigh brushed mine, and that small touch alone sent another rush down my spine.
I groaned.
She sucked again—this time unintentional, I think. Her lips tightened against mine in a lazy instinct. The potion slipped deeper into her throat. She swallowed, and the moan that followed was barely a breath but shook me.
My vision swam.
Everything felt too close. My heartbeat too loud. My muscles too reactive.
The heat was incredible. Euphoric. Her Qi didn’t feel like it was trying to break mine—it felt like it was trying to mate with it. Fuse it. Burn itself into my marrow like a brand.
A pulse rolled through me.
’Stop.’
I pulled away, gasping.
A thin string of golden saliva stretched from my tongue to hers. Her lips parted slightly, the tip of her tongue resting against the air as if tasting me still.
And I... I still wanted more.
Which scared me.
She was unconscious.
Unaware.
But her Qi wasn’t.
Her body was reacting—grinding slowly against the sofa now, her breath short, her cheeks flushed with heat. Her blouse had begun to stick to her skin. I could see the sweat forming just above the neckline, glistening against her collar.
Yifei’s breasts rose and fell unevenly. Her thighs twitched. The air itself felt humid now, charged with some mix of steam and raw, physical energy.
I stumbled back, my hand pressed to my abdomen where the Qi was reacting. Not expanding. Not circulating.
Flaring.
Boiling up my spine like it wanted to break out.
’Shit... not now...’
I forced myself to inhale through my nose, slower, anchoring my weight through my legs. My balance was off. My thoughts were cloudy. Even the scent of her skin lingered in my nose like something I wouldn’t forget.
And it was addictive.
Not just the heat. Not just the pleasure. Her. Yifei.
’Her fire makes me strong... but it’s also trying to ruin me.’
The potion had done its job. But too well. My marrow was screaming for release—Qi racing through every channel in my body as if
But her face... was calm.
Relaxed.
Like something deep inside her had finally let go.
And yet... my body reacted.
Again.
Harder this time.
I shifted away. Looked down. Cursed under my breath.
’Again? Seriously...?’
Her scent wasn’t like Roulan’s. And it sure as hell wasn’t like Qinglan’s. Yifei’s scent made me ache liked I’d taken a little blue pill.
And I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing anymore.
The water had risen halfway up her body now, pooling against her waist. Her skin gleamed in the light. Steam curled around her collarbones and drifted through the strands of her tangled red-black hair.
I should’ve left.
But I couldn’t.
Not yet.
Her chest rose and fell in an uneven tempo, and her lips parted every few seconds, twitching under the water.
The air was thicker. Warmer. Saturated with Qi.
Then her hand moved.
A slow, clumsy motion—like she was groping through a dream.
She reached toward the edge of the bath. Then higher. Toward me.
Her fingers brushed my wrist.
Then curled.
And before I could stop her—before I could even think—she pulled.
I caught myself, barely, hand slapping the edge of the tub. But my face was already close to hers. Too close. Her wet fingers slipped up my forearm, across my bicep, then clung to my shoulder like she was searching for something solid in her sleep.
Then her body moved.
She sat up slightly, enough for her breasts to press against my chest. Soft. Wet. Warm.
I froze.
The scent hit me again—stronger this time.
Cinnamon and smoke.
Hot, thick Qi poured off her like an exhale from deep inside her core.
"John..." she breathed.
She was dreaming.
Or halfway there.
But her arms wrapped around me.
Bare skin to bare skin.
Yifei’s cheek pressed into my shoulder. Her thighs shifted under the water, one sliding around my hip. Her fingers curled into the back of my shirt.
And that’s when it hit me.
Not just warmth.
Pleasure.
A wave of it. Raw. Volatile.
Her Qi surged again—violent, unstable, chaotic. It didn’t flow with me. It didn’t accept me.
It challenged me.
But the challenge felt good.
Too good.
’Shit... this is dangerous.’
My body stiffened, but not out of fear.
Out of instinct.
Her skin felt right against mine. Her warmth soaked into me like I’d been standing in the cold for days. I felt it pulse through my chest. Down my spine. Into my groin.
And she... responded.
Her hips rolled just once.
A soft sound left her lips. Not quite a moan. Not quite a sigh.
But her lips curled faintly as if her body knew it was touching mine.
I stared at her, chest burning.
’She’s not awake.’
And yet... she was holding me tighter now.
Her breathing slowed.
Her body softened.
And in seconds—just like that—she fell asleep again.
Still clinging to me.
Still pressing into me.
And I was... hard. Again.
I exhaled, slow and long.
Let my forehead drop to hers.
’This is going to be a problem.’