192: Chapter 192 The Drunken Eldest Sister, Xia Mo's Assistance?

The night grew deep.

Under the moon's caress, Ferry No. 819 pulled a silver ribbon several miles long.

Chen Du walked out of the smoke-filled captain's cabin, casually tightening his collar.

His nerves had been tense, and he had intended to find that wild girl, Tang Ran, to test the effects of his new cards.

And incidentally, to get a feel for that wheat-colored skin.

But plans can never keep up with changes.

Just as Chen Du turned the corner of a dimly lit corridor,

a rich scent of red wine, mixed with a sweet body fragrance like ripe peaches, crashed right into his arms.

"Mmh..."

A soft, nasal groan that sounded like it could draw out silk echoed against Chen Du's chest.

He looked down.

His somewhat lazy gaze suddenly sharpened, and he cursed inwardly: Who the hell could resist this?

At the base of the wall, the eldest sister of the Xia family, Xia Xin—who was usually the most dignified, her buttons fastened all the way to her chin—was now as limp as a puddle of mud.

She was wearing an oversized white shirt.

There was nothing underneath; it was almost transparent.

Chen Du recognized it at a glance; it was the one he had casually tossed in the lounge earlier.

The shirt's buttons were fastened haphazardly, ridiculously misaligned.

This caused the collar to slide wide open to both sides, revealing a large expanse of dazzlingly white cleavage.

She had probably drunk too much too quickly, as her skin was flushed with an alluring pink.

With her hurried breathing, the rising and falling curves almost threatened to burst the shirt.

"Chen... Chen Du? Is that you?"

Xia Xin forced herself to look up, her eyes blurred as if covered by a layer of mist.

Her hands clawed at the air a few times before finally grabbing Chen Du's collar tightly.

Her high heels wobbled, and she tumbled forward into his embrace.

"Eldest Sister, did you treat the wine cellar like a bathhouse?"

Chen Du caught her in a hug, his palms pressing directly against her startlingly hot waistline.

Through the thin material of the white shirt, the incredible elasticity almost made his hand slip.

"I... I haven't had too much to drink. My mind is clear."

Xia Xin clung to him like a lifeline, sticking to him like an octopus.

Waves of heat carrying the scent of alcohol puffed against Chen Du's neck.

"It's Xia Mo... that dead girl... she said I look good in this shirt."

"She said I'm usually too dull, not... not slutty enough... said you'd definitely fall for this."

Chen Du raised an eyebrow, his peripheral vision scanning the inconspicuous shadow in the corner.

The shadow swayed slightly, exuding a familiar coldness.

Good grief, case closed.

"You little brat, you even sold out your eldest sister!"

Chen Du laughed out loud in his head.

No wonder Xia Xin drank so much?! It turned out to be a "honey trap" personally orchestrated by the Main Consort!

Knowing the eldest sister was thin-skinned and repressed to the bone, she simply got her drunk first.

With this full-service approach, Xia Mo really knew how to be the mistress of the house.

"Then do you think... you look good wearing this?"

Chen Du leaned close to that bright red ear, his voice low and full of mischief.

Xia Xin's delicate body shuddered violently, as if hit by an electric current.

She clumsily stood on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around Chen Du's neck, murmuring with drunken, hazy eyes.

"Third Sister said... men all like the 'missing pants' look."

"Captain... do, do you like me? Do... do you want me?"

Chen Du looked at the ripe peach in his arms, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

It was already served up to his lips; not eating it would be a physiological defect.

"I do. Only a fool wouldn't want a masterpiece like you."

Chen Du didn't waste words, sliding one hand behind her knees and picking her up dominantly.

"Ah!"

Xia Xin let out a startled cry but didn't struggle at all, instead obediently burying her face in Chen Du's chest.

Her cascade of black hair spilled over his arms, covering the shirt's hem, with the ridiculously long lines of her thighs faintly visible.

Carrying the beauty, Chen Du's steps were as steady as an old dog's as he headed straight for the top floor.

Passing by the dining room,

several heads that hadn't gone to sleep yet were peeking out to see what was happening.

"Oh my god! Look who the captain is carrying!"

Lin Keke had half a duck neck in her mouth, which she dropped in shock.

"It's Eldest Sister? That white shirt... hiss, I give it a perfect score! Eldest Sister is going on a rampage tonight!"

Xiao Ai blew a wolf whistle, her eyes full of envy: "Is this the legendary 'shirt kill'? My horizons have been broadened. Sisters, we need to get this gear for ourselves in the future."

An Nuonuo hugged a large pillow, her small face flushed red as she peeked from behind the door crack: "The way the captain is carrying Eldest Sister is so manly... I'm so envious..."

Li Yaozhi pushed up her glasses, her expression complex but with a playful curl at the corner of her mouth: "I said tonight's fortune was auspicious. It turns out Eldest Sister is about to take flight. Xia Mo really won big this time."

Zhou Qian was cleaning in a corner.

Watching the elegant figure being carried away by Chen Du, the jealousy in her eyes was about to overflow: "I also want to be carried away so roughly..."

Under the gaze of the crowd of beauties, Chen Du felt no pressure.

He even raised an eyebrow at Lin Keke, his meaning clear: What are you looking at? There's nothing for you here, go back to your room and sleep.

Bam!

The heavy, soundproof door of the captain's cabin was kicked shut.

The wall lamps inside were dim and flickering.

Chen Du tossed her onto the large leather sofa.

By now, the alcohol had completely gone to Xia Xin's head. Any reserve she had as a Disciplinary Committee Member had long since flown to Timbuktu.

Her long, charming legs, blurred with desire, rubbed incessantly against the sofa.

The hem of the white shirt rode higher and higher with her movements.

"Thirsty... I'm so thirsty... It hurts..."

She murmured, her small hands clawing randomly at her chest.

Two more buttons couldn't hold on and popped off.

A vast expanse of snow-white was exposed defenselessly before Chen Du's eyes.

A pair of white doves swayed with alluring shadows; this was the unique fullness of a mature woman.

She was more well-endowed than that girl Lin Keke, and far more lethal.

Chen Du wasn't in a hurry to press down on her.

He like a patient hunter, leaned one hand on the sofa back, looking down at his prey.

"Thirsty? The captain will teach you a way. You won't be thirsty after some exercise."

Chen Du leaned forward.

They were so close they could feel each other's heartbeats. Their breaths intertwined, and the scent of wine grew sweeter.

"They... Xia Mo and the others all have it, I want it too..."

Xia Xin seemed to be under a spell.

She proactively tilted her sweat-beaded face up and clumsily offered her lips.

The kiss tasted of red wine.

It was a mess of inexperience, yet so passionate it seemed she wanted to melt him into her bones.

"Mmh... Captain... teach me..."

With a muffled moan, the two tumbled from the sofa onto the large round bed in the center, covered in silk sheets.

The shredded white shirt on the floor looked like the remains of some ritual.

Chen Du's movements were somewhat rough, but they precisely shattered the last line of defense in Xia Xin's heart.

"Since Eldest Sister wants a make-up lesson, let's start with the 'basics' tonight."

A dark shadow slowly moved up onto the windowsill.

Swish!

The curtains fell.

Concealing the room full of spring radiance and blocking the prying eyes that had been peering in.

Inside the captain's cabin, only the swaying shadow of the bed and Xia Xin's rising and falling moans spoke to the entire ship.

Proclaiming that tonight was destined to be a certain woman's night of awakening.