Chapter 9: Game

Caught in the act of doing something naughty, Monica was a little flustered. "I...I was afraid you would drink yourself to death, so I came to check on you."
At this moment, the two were in a very ambiguous position. Steven was leaning back on the sofa, while she was sitting on his lap, cradling his face. Just by their actions, they seemed intimate as lovers.
Steven held her waist with his other hand, exerting a slight force. She fell forwardback into his arms, completely enveloped by him.
"Hmm? Then why were you straddling me and getting handsy?" he asked.
"I wasn't!" Monica retorted, "I was...I was..."
She couldn't come up with an excuse, so she decided to be frank. Pushing him away forcefully, she jumped off the sofa, intending to escape. However, as soon as her toes touched the carpet, the man's hand grabbed her waist, pulling her back.
Everything spun around, and when Monica regained her senses, she was already forced to lie face down on the sofa.
She tried to struggle, but Steven was faster. He leaned down, trapping her between his legs, gripping both of her wrists behind her back, rendering her completely immobile.
"Steven...!" she exclaimed, frustrated, "Let me go!"
"Monica, didn't I warn you? If you continue to provoke me, I will do something even more outrageous." Steven said.
"What did I do to provoke you?" Monica shouted in frustration.
"You were holding a pen just now, what were you planning to do?" Steven asked.
She was speechless and lacked the courage to argue. She tried to turn her head, but it was difficult in this position. Unable to see his face, she became more anxious. However, with her body suppressed, she couldn't resist at all.
As Monica was wondering what kind of drunken episode Steven was going through, a hard, cold object pressed against her waist, lightly poking twice.
"You..." she began to say, but before she could finish, that slender object picked up the hem of her shirt, slowly tracing along her lower back, peeling away the fabric bit by bit, revealing the fair and soft small waist hidden underneath.
The plastic casing of the pen was hard and cold, but he didn't apply much pressure. He simply rubbed it against the warm skin, deliberately slowing down the friction as if teasing and provoking.
Monica was prone to ticklishness, especially around her waist, so being tickled like this was unbearable for her. Her voice trembled, "Ticklish..."
Steven is such a malicious person! He's definitely retaliating against her on purpose! She took a few breaths and was about to curse at him when she noticed that his movements suddenly stopped.
In the next second, she heard a muffled sound and glanced over to see a black pen cap falling onto the carpet, rolling away with a clattering noise.
What was he doing with the pen cap?
Monica had a foreboding feeling.
Soon, something thinner and colder pressed against her exposed lower back. She quickly realized that it was the tip of a pen and gritted her teeth, saying, "Steven! Don't scribble on me--"
Her words came to an abrupt halt as she felt a chilly sensation on her skin. The blunt, round tip glided across with force, causing a sensation that was both uncomfortable and ticklish.
Monica had seen Steven write before.
With distinct joints and slender fingers, he held the pen and moved his wrist gracefully, confidently and skillfully forming characters that were elegant and clean, just like him.
But she never thought that one day, the place where he would write would be on her body.
She was both embarrassed and angry, but the itching sensation was unbearable. The curses that escaped her lips were accompanied by an unsteady breath, wavering in the air.
After he had finishedhing writing on her lower back, Steven examined it for a moment, threw the pen away, and released his grip on her. Monica's hands were sore from being restrained, her waist felt numb, but she didn't want to rest. She immediately tried to get up, only to be held down on the shoulder by him.
Her last bit of strength depleted, she dissatisfiedly said, "You're done writing, what exactly do you want to do?"
"Let's play a game," he finally spoke slowly, his gaze fixated on her fair and soft waist as his fingertips gently brushed against it, "Guess what I just wrote, and if you're right, I'll let you go. If you guess wrong, you have to take off one piece of clothing."
Monica couldn't believe her ears, "What gives you the right to make me take off my clothes?!"
"Do you want to make me take mine off?" he casually loosened his shirt collar, "That works too. To make it fair, I'll also take off one piece of clothing. How does that sound to you?"
She became infuriated, "What does it sound like?! I'm not playing this game with you-- mmm!"
He suddenly leaned in and kissed her, his lips and tongue attacking ferociously. Monica couldn't dodge in time and was kissed dizzy, resisting as she spoke, "...you..."
One of his hands traced along her waistline on the other side, lightly caressing with his fingertips, he bit her lip and whispered, "Friendly reminder, three words."
He added, "Or is it that you lack confidence in yourself and are afraid of losing?"
Monica was most susceptible to being provoked. It always worked. The sentiment of not backing down instantly surged within her, and gritting her teeth, she said, "Who's afraid of losing? Let's play then!"
She buried her head in the sofa, breathing heavily in disarray, and pondered for a while before reluctantly speaking, "...am I a pig?"
She never hesitated to interpret Steven's actions with the worst possible intentions. That conniving person definitely wanted to humiliate her, so he wrote some nonsensical things, wanting her to belittle herself through her own words.
Normally, she wouldn't fall for it, but now she was at a disadvantage. Dignity and such could be put aside for now. Revenge is a dish best served cold.
"Hmm?" He was a bit surprised, then quickly chuckled.
Quickly realizing, there was a slight hint of laughter in his voice, "There's no need to curse yourself like that."
As he spoke, he reached out and lifted her shirt, intending to take it off.
Monica was at a loss and unwilling to cooperate, tightly protecting her sides with her hands, "You can't take it off! I don't have anything underneath!"
Even though it was still chilly during this time of year, the hotel maintained a constant temperature, so Monica wore less when she took a nap. Additionally, because her coat was left where everyone had been drinking, she only had a thin shirt on, and removing it would reveal her bra.
"May the loser comply." He lightly pinched her waist, "No cheating."
Monica's hand was easily pried open by his fingers, forcefully removing her shirt by gripping onto the hem. Suddenly, a large expanse of delicate skin was exposed to the slightly cool air, causing her to involuntarily shiver.
She could only be thankful that she was currently lying face down on the sofa, preventing Steven, who was behind her, from seeing her chest.
"This is unfair!" she complained, "There are so many Chinese characters, how am I supposed to guess?!"
"I can give you a hint." he generously offered, "But there are conditions for the exchange." Steven said, feeling quite confident.
Why did everything have to involve conditions?
Reluctantly, she asked, "What are your conditions?"
Steven flipped her over.
Her light-colored bra encapsulated two plump, milky-white mounds, bathed in the dim, yellow light, appearing as if they had been drizzled with honey, gently trembling with her every breath.
She reached out to cover them, but her tightly clasped arms only created a deeper cleavage, making it difficult for himpeople to divert histheir gaze.
"Where are you looking!" She blushed upon realizing his gaze, extending her hand to cover his eyes, "Pervert!"
He caught hold of her fingers and kissed them twice, then leaned over to kiss her again.
Monica pushed him away, "You're being lewd again!"
"This is the condition," he lightly pecked her lips, "No hiding, give me a kiss for a moment, and then I'll give you a hint."
He pressed his lips against hers, causing Monica to instinctively want to evade, but he held her by the back of her neck and lightly pinched it, "I said no hiding, stick your tongue out."
She was both angry and annoyed, but the game had already progressed to this point, and retracting her agreement would make her seem unable to handle it.
So Monica reluctantly closed her eyes and reluctantly stuck out the tip of her tongue, which he quickly engulfed, deepening the kiss with his licking and entangling.
His fingers were also not idle, reaching into the edge of her bra from underneath her tight top, lightly rubbing against the full curve of her tender breasts. It tickled her a bit, but not too much.
Every time she thought he would progress further, she would panic and grab hold of his finger, but he would remain motionless, merely lightly sliding along the edge.
It was like boiling a frog in warm water, deliberately arousing desire without going all the way.
The continuous sound of their passionate kissing echoed, the intensity of their movements seemed as if they wanted to capture all the air in her mouth, their tongues sticking and tangling together, changing angles to deepen the kisses.
Even the base of their tongues was being licked to the point of numbness.
Unlike the previous intensity and plunder, it was more like the ambiguous tenderness between lovers, with a gentle rhythm. However, each movement was enough to make one's heart race.
When it finally ended, Monica was a bit dazed, lying on the sofa, breathing heavily.
Breathless, her beautiful eyes shimmered with moisture, and it took her a while to regain her senses.
"Alright, I'll give you a hint," he said, his breath also irregular as he affectionately kissed the tip of her nose. "Three words, none of them the same."
What kind of hint is this? Monica felt almost suffocated from the kiss and believed she was being deceived.
She gritted her teeth, "You jerk!"
"Wrong again," he teased, his fingertips reaching down to undo the button of her pants. He chuckled softly, "Oh, I forgot to mention, in this game, I have the final say."
**Chapter****10 Brother**