I Only Summon Villainesses

Chapter 164: The Fulfillment A Woman’s Bosom Can Give

The moment she said those words, something stirred at my core — not in a spiritual sense, but in a way that was purely, undeniably physical. My whole body seemed to rise in response, lifting toward her even though I remained firmly seated.

Lady Yuan shifted slightly, something uncertain flickering across her expression. Those obsidian eyes turned to me.

”Lord Cade... something is poking me from beneath. Are you okay?”

Heat flooded through me — not just warmth, but a rushing current that pounded at my temples and tightened my chest. The most daunting question hung unanswered in the space between us: was this woman — flawless in her beauty, lethal in her gaze — genuinely innocent of what she was doing to me? Or was every confused blink, every uncertain question, a performance? A tease wrapped in bewilderment?

’There’s no way to know. None at all.’

Instead of trying to puzzle it out, I drew her closer. Let my hands settle at her waist. Held her gaze with everything I had.

”It’s you, Lady Yuan. You’re making me burn with passion.”

’Damn. When did I get this confident?’

Somewhere along the way, I might have lost track of the timeline entirely.

She stared at me, her head tilting slightly like a bird examining something it didn’t understand. Genuine bewilderment, or an excellent imitation of it.

”Me? How? I don’t seem to understand...”

I offered her a reassuring smile — one I hoped was steadier than the hammering in my chest.

”You don’t need to understand. All you need to do is... kiss me.”

Silence fell between us like a curtain. The air went still. Her obsidian eyes drifted to my lips, lingering there, and her long lashes — the kind that belonged on paintings — fluttered.

A moment almost passed.

Then I watched as her head tilted forward, closing the distance between us with aching slowness, and her lips found mine.

The kiss was delicate, tentative. She curled her mouth around mine with careful precision, trying to mirror exactly what I had done to her before. Her movements were unpracticed — rough here, uncertain there, the technique of someone learning in real time — and that was the allure. This awkwardness was proof of her innocence, despite all the deadliness she carried.

It was terrific.

I loved every clumsy second of it.

She continued to kiss me, her breathing growing heavier, and I let my hands drift to the wide collar of her kimono. Slowly, I eased it down her shoulders. She didn’t resist. Didn’t pull away. Even as the tattoo she had tried to hide began revealing itself, she kept her lips pressed firmly to mine.

Through the black linen binding her chest, I could see a point pushing against the fabric — a small peak straining at its constraint. I cupped one breast gently, found that peak with my thumb, and traced slow circles around it.

A soft moan escaped her. Barely more than a breath.

Her body gave a small quake, a tremor that ran through her frame, and I wasn’t even certain she was aware of what she was doing. What she was feeling.

Her hands moved instinctively, fondling her own breasts together as she kissed me deeper. She was learning by instinct now, her body taking over where her mind had no experience to offer. Her tongue pressed further into my mouth — and then, with growing confidence, began to explore.

She was getting better at this. Much better.

And then something unexpected happened.

Her tongue wrapped around mine.

’That’s... new.’

It was long. Longer than any tongue had a right to be. She coiled it around mine with something almost like serpentine grace, drawing me deeper, our saliva mixing in ways that made my head spin. It was strange... and beautiful, utterly unlike anything I had experienced before.

The effect on my body was immediate and overwhelming. What had been pressing against her before now strained like a monolith of stone, desperate to break free from beneath the earth. The poke became a demand, much stronger now.

Her body began to move in rhythm with the kiss. Her hips rolled against my thighs, grinding unconsciously, and I could feel her weight shifting as she pressed herself closer. Each movement drove me a little further toward the edge of my control.

’Her body is overriding her mind. No doubt about it.’

And because Lady Yuan was entirely new to this world of sensation — had never explored this territory before — she had no understanding of what was happening inside her. She was simply committing to it. Surrendering to feelings she couldn’t name.

I broke away from her lips.

She made a small sound of protest, but I was already moving, tracing my mouth down the curve of her jaw, kissing the soft skin of her neck, sucking gently at the place where her pulse thrummed beneath the surface. Her head fell back, exposing the elegant column of her throat, and soft moans spilled from her lips as her eyes fluttered closed.

My hands remained on her breasts, fingers working through the fabric to find her nipples. I rubbed slow circles around them, applying gentle pressure, and every touch drew another sound from her — gasps layered on whimpers, layered on breathy moans that she seemed unable to control.

I was throwing her into a well without a bottom. And she was falling gladly.

I paused and looked at her chest. At what still remained covered.

Her gaze drifted down to meet mine, hazy with something between confusion and longing. The question was clear in her expression: why had I stopped?

”Lady Yuan... is it okay if I undress you?”

Even I could hear how absurd I sounded. The politeness behind my tone, given everything we were already doing, was ridiculous.

She hesitated. A moment that felt longer than it was.

Then her hands moved. She slid them free of the sleeves, found the sash at her waist, and undid it with careful fingers. The apparel fell apart, cascading away from her shoulders, and revealed a body that stole the breath clean out of my lungs.

Black linen still bound her breasts, wrapped tight like tape across her chest. A traditional cloth covered her waist and what lay between her thighs. But it was her body itself — the shape of her, the presence of her — that entranced me completely.

Her skin was uniform. Impossibly flawless, without mark or blemish. And the tattoo on her left arm didn’t end at her shoulder as I had assumed — it extended all the way down to her ankle, flowing across her side and back in one continuous pattern. A loong intertwined with flowers that looked more like a death trap than decoration.

I hooked one finger into the linen at her cleavage and held her gaze.

She glanced down at my hand — just for a moment — then immediately looked back up. Unable to tear her eyes from mine and watch what I was doing. She was caught between fear and need.

Something flickered in the depths of those obsidian eyes. A white light. It shouldn’t have been possible — a light in pure darkness — but it was there. Present and unsettling in a way that felt exactly right.

The linen gave way.

The weight of her scattered beneath my fingers, and her breasts fell free at last.

And I froze.

...Shocked.

I had expected something smaller. Pointed, perhaps, given her obviously slender frame. Something proportional to the delicate architecture of her body.

’But this...’

Her breasts were full. Heavy with real weight that her slim body somehow carried with grace. They fell in curves that weren’t quite teardrops — rounder, fuller, pale as porcelain. And her nipples, surrounded by their dark areola, dominated the surface in a way that made them a symbol of something I couldn’t quite name.

Idiosyncratic... Incomparable... Something entirely her own.

She looked at me with uncertainty pooling in her expression.

”Lord Cade... you’re shaking. Are you okay?”

I drew a breath and forced my hands to steady.

”I am. I’m... yes. I’m shaking.”

’Obviously shaking. Look at her.’

I took both breasts into my hands — feeling their weight settle against my palms — and leaned forward, drawing one nipple into my mouth. My lips curled around it and my tongue circled the peak.

Such fulfillment...

In all my life, I had never felt anything like it from just sucking breasts.