When judging whether a pair of stockings is truly high quality, aside from comfort and texture, there's another important standard: how easily they tear.
The easier they tear, the better the quality.
The black stockings Ganyu was wearing were undoubtedly premium—and they tore with a single pull. Lu Lin was very satisfied.
After tearing them, there was still a soaked layer of fabric in the way—but that was easily brushed aside.
"Mm~ Lu Lin~"
As Ganyu's soft cry echoed, Lu Lin straightened his back, looking up at the ceiling and exhaling deeply.
Moonlight streamed through the window, casting swaying shadows on the wall. As time passed, the shadows grew more vigorous, the rhythm faster.
Earlier that day, while chatting with Keqing, Lu Lin had indirectly learned about Ningguang's routine. Unless something important came up, she usually stayed in the Jade Chamber at night, either working overtime or reading. She rarely went out.
Tomorrow was the Rite of Descension—nothing was more important. So tonight, she would likely finish her discussion with Keqing and rest early to prepare.
That was why Lu Lin chose this timing. Ningguang was most likely resting, minimizing the chance of anyone noticing something unusual.
He wanted to conquer her—but not humiliate her in front of others. Not even her personal attendants should know.
To avoid accidents, he had carefully escalated things with Ganyu—starting with massage, gradually increasing intensity. If Ningguang happened to still be awake and speaking with someone, she would have time to react.
But an accident still happened.
What Lu Lin hadn't anticipated was just how close Keqing and Ningguang truly were.
In his understanding, before the Osial crisis, their relationship was fairly ordinary.
In reality, that was merely a façade they maintained publicly.
After returning to Liyue Harbor, Keqing went straight to the Jade Chamber. The official purpose was to report on monster suppression—but her real goal was to share the many insights she had gained from Lu Lin.
On gods. On governance. On the relationship between adepti and humanity.
Keqing's views on Rex Lapis were considered rebellious by many. Few understood her.
Ningguang was one of the few who did.
She was simply more reserved, more politically calculated in her approach.
When Keqing excitedly shared the intellectual sparks she'd gained from Lu Lin, Ningguang was stunned.
The man she viewed as a shameless scoundrel… possessed such foresight?
Though she disdained his character, she would never ignore valuable ideas relevant to business and governance.
The two talked animatedly, growing more energized by the minute.
In the end, Ningguang invited Keqing to stay the night—planning a candlelit discussion until sleep.
They were close friends in private; sharing a bed and chatting into the night was nothing new.
Thus, the time Lu Lin had carefully reserved for Ningguang to "handle" things—
Vanished.
The Unexpected Situation
The two lay in bed chatting happily when Ningguang suddenly felt something strange.
It was hard to describe—a subtle tremor, oddly pleasant.
That shouldn't be possible.
She had been under immense pressure preparing for the Rite. She was exhausted. She hadn't even done her usual skincare routine.
Why would she suddenly feel… good?
Just as she thought this, a warm current flowed through her sore back, washing away fatigue.
It felt like someone was massaging her.
But beside her was only Keqing, speaking animatedly.
What was happening?
She glanced around, puzzled.
"You okay? Looking for something?" Keqing asked.
"It's nothing. Go on."
Ten minutes later, Keqing paused.
"Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?"
Ningguang bit her lip.
I'm not unwell. I'm too well.
She realized something was wrong.
She might be inexperienced—but she was widely read.
This sensation matched certain descriptions in certain books.
Numb, tingling. Like being struck by lightning.
Was Keqing teasing her?
Impossible.
There had been no elemental fluctuations.
What was happening?!
The sensation intensified. Her long legs unconsciously intertwined beneath the blanket.
This couldn't continue.
"Keqing, what you said is important. Let's discuss it properly another time. I must rest early for tomorrow's ceremony."
"Alright."
"And… I've been sleeping lightly lately. I'd prefer to sleep alone tonight. I'm sorry."
Keqing frowned. Something was clearly wrong.
"Ningguang, tell me honestly—are you feeling sick? I'll call for a physician."
"Don't!"
"But you look—"
"I'm… not sick. It's just… ah… it feels so good…"
Keqing froze.
Good?
Ningguang's cheeks were flushed, clothes disheveled from unconscious movement. Beneath the blanket, her legs rubbed together restlessly.
Keqing suddenly recalled descriptions from books—symptoms similar to certain aphrodisiacs.
Had someone tampered with her?
But they had eaten and drunk together. Why was only Ningguang affected?
By now, the waves of pleasure intensified beyond control—enhanced technique layered with Double Happiness and Empathic Link effects.
She couldn't endure it.
"Mm~ Lu Lin!!!"
When the sensation peaked and burst forth, her body trembled, voice sweet and breathless.
Keqing's eyes widened.
She had seen this before.
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