I'm indecisive but this time I know for sure. Yeah, you got me.
The first time I met Ning Yizhuo was at a party. And that day was also the first time we had sex.
I don't remember the exact details, but I assume it was organized by some sponsor, and we were both there as guests. Before that, to me, she was nothing more than a senior I had occasionally shared workspaces with. Based on my own prejudices, I thought she would be much colder and vainer, something more in line with her status as a global artist.
However, when I heard her voice just a millimeter away from me, I realized she was much sweeter than I could have ever imagined.
“Hello.”
And also, much more dangerous.
“Hello.”
Her eyes scanned me from head to toe without a shred of shame. She didn't bother to fake it; on the contrary, she enjoyed every second of that inspection.
“I remember crossing paths with you other times, but I don’t think we’ve ever introduced ourselves properly.” A playful smile tugged at her lips, which were glossy and bright.
"It must be a really boring party if you have to resort to me."
My sarcastic tone, my hands stuffed into my pants pockets, and my gaze locked onto her weren't exactly the correct combination for dealing with a senior. But she didn't seem to mind at all; in fact, her smile twisted into something much more devilish.
“I think the party just got a lot more interesting.”
I knew it was the end of it all.
That night was the night that broke everything between us. Less than half an hour after a first ‘proper introduction’, we were having sex in my hotel room.
“Fuck!” she growled, riding me with an unimaginable desperation. “You’re not bad at this.” She moaned as if she were trying to make me spill every last drop I had stored inside my body.
And she was succeeding.
My hands gripped her firm, turgid ass, making her bounce up and down on my dick over and over without rest.
She says my name like I have never heard before.
The image of her stunning naked body, illuminated only by the moonlight, dripping with sweat as she continued to swing energetically on top of mine still slips into my dreams to this day.
Her hands gently traced her own curves, moving slowly up to her head to run through her messy hair. It was like watching a sex goddess in action.
"You're close, aren't you?" she purred, looking at me with those feline eyes as she leaned down to lie against my torso.
Was I falling?
“Yes.” I didn’t even try to hold back, because in just one night I’d figured out what kind of woman Ningning was. And the kind of guy she liked me to be.
“I want it all.” she demanded, letting out a soft gasp, as she dismounted.
She began to stroke and tease my swollen member with a tenderness and affection she hadn’t shown until then. It was a slow, gentle process that unleashed an uncontrollable madness inside me.
Just a few seconds later I gave in, releasing powerful bursts of semen like a fountain. Ningning tried to catch it all, opening her mouth as wide as her jaw would allow, but the force of my spurts also ended up splashing onto her face, her chest, and even across the bed.
For me, it was such an explosion that I even ended up dizzy in bed. Due to that I didn't even notice when she curled back up against my chest. I was too busy trying to return my heart rate to its usual state.
Without warning, she kissed me hard, even though my fluids had flooded her mouth just seconds before. She didn't care, and by the way I reciprocated that kiss, it was clear that I didn't care either.
Yeah, she got me.
Her tongue tasted every corner of my palate while my hands tangled in her dark hair. Her fierce eyes met mine again, and a small laugh escaped her lips.
Because Ning Yizhuo is not just fucking gorgeous. She also possesses a gravitational energy around her that pulls in anyone who gets close. And my spaceship had crashed into her orbit a long time ago.
I hope I'm not the only one that feels it all.
A few months passed after that first encounter, and during all this time, I developed a pretty unstable relationship of dependency with Ningning. It didn't matter what day or time it was, the deal was always the same: if my phone received her message, I had to show up. Simple and quick.
“It’s just sex.” I repeated to myself over and over, trying to convince myself and ignore how fast my heart beat every time she looked for me. Because she could have anyone, but I was always her choice.
Was it healthy? Absolutely not.
Satisfying? You can't even imagine.
Everything blew up when she found me in the backstage of an award event. Before that, I had witnessed the entire performance her group had put on up on the stage.
My eyes followed her every single second, barely blinking. Hypnotized. It was as if I were under some kind of spell, and no matter how much I tried to look away or even watch her through the screen, I wasn't able to break free.
Two can play that game, but she wins me every time.
Watching her body roll and move to the rhythm of the music was a modern torture device that I had recently discovered affected me tremendously. Because when the camera wasn't focused on her, Ningning didn't rest, and her target then shifted onto me.
She was aware of this, evident in the way her eyes found mine in the sea of heads in the VIP guest zone, and how, after that brief but effective eye contact, her hips moved with much more sensuality than before without even being the center of attention. She didn't need to be.
Because she already had my attention and that was all she needed.
I also learned that during Aespa's performances, I had to keep my legs crossed, pressed tight against each other to avoid being exposed by any treacherous fancam. Even if that very thing would cause me trouble later on.
“I would’ve stayed at home.”
It was my very first thought the moment my back hit the wall of the artist-reserved restroom.
“How many times do I have to tell you that I need to see your erection while I perform?” she purred, stepping dangerously close to my body.
“You know I can get whatever I want from you.” Ningning said, standing on her tiptoes as her lips brushed against mine, sending chills down my spine. “Whenever I want it, baby.”
She was right, and I was afraid of all the things she could do to me.
“And what is it that you want now?” I asked pretending not to know, even though I knew it all too well.
“I want to choke on your dick.” She didn’t even hesitate.
My fingers, which were already holding the belt buckle in anticipation, slid over the metal piece with agility. My pants dropped to the floor as if they weighed a ton, and Ningning licked her lips, flashing me a biting smile while she knelt down slowly, not missing a single detail.
The last thing I heard before losing myself to ecstasy was utterly devastating.
“Muchas gracias, mi amor.”
The definitive line was crossed when she invited me to her house for the first time. It had always been hotels, hidden locations, far away from civilization in order to keep a low profile. And that was why I now felt that any possibility of escape was left far behind in the past.
Our bodies, naked and intertwined under the sheets of her own bed, gave off a heat that warmed every corner of the bedroom. The floor was covered with all our clothes, along with a recently used condom.
A few minutes had passed since we finished, but my chest kept heaving along with my breathing. It only seemed to relax when I felt Ningning lazily throw one of her legs over mine, pulling herself closer to me.
“I should have stayed at home.” I murmured, in a choked whisper to claw back a shred of the little pride I had left. Her fingers traveled to my chin, forcing me to look directly at her.
“Why?”
And just like every single time before, I lost myself in her gaze like an idiot.
“Because I was doing better alone.”
She propped herself up on one of her elbows, causing the sheets to slip down her body, revealing her naked figure to me. She looked at me with an eyebrow raised, as if I had just said the stupidest thing in history.
She let out one of her typical laughs, amused by my brilliant joke. Without giving me time to react, she lunged over me. The weight of her body wasn't physical.
She sat over my lower abdomen, resting both hands on either side of my head, allowing me a close-up view of how her eyes gleamed with malice. My dick, which was still trying to recover from the good work done earlier, seemed to resurrect at the friction of her ass.
“I don’t think so, but even if you think like that you have a big problem...” she said with a dangerous tone of temptation.
She leaned down slowly, brushing her breasts against my torso, making me gasp the moment I felt my own body’s reaction, completely at her mercy. She moved up to my neck and caught a piece of my skin between her teeth in a playful bite. Tomorrow I would have to spend extra time in makeup.
“Because everyone before you was a waste of time and now there ain’t no letting you go.”
Her warm breath invading my ear obliterated my defenses, if there were any left standing. My heart accelerated as if there were no brake pedal. My dick kept building up energy from the way she now moved her hips against my pelvis. My trembling hands gripped her skin, and overall, all my bodily systems surrendered to their new owner.
And my brain, the only thing left with any sanity, noticing all these signals, repeated the same question it had been asking itself since that very first night.
Am I falling in love with the one that could break my heart?