Chapter26 Caught in the Thong
A soft tongue lightly traced his lips, trying to slip between them. Caius leaned back, and the tongue, finding nothing to lick, remained shamelessly exposed in the air.
Caius couldn't help but see it as an invitation and a hint.
After falling ill, the tempting sweet scent around Linnea had become even more intense, like a fully ripened berry begging to be picked.
An urge surged through his mind. Caius instantly leaned forward, pushing Linnea onto the bedding, ready to return the kiss.
But just as he was about to capture Linnea's pink tongue, she whimpered, her face wrinkling up, "Dry... water, no water to drink..."
He didn't listen, but the moment his lips touched hers, he felt the sickly heat of Linnea's mouth. Yet Linnea's lips were usually cold.
Caius inhaled sharply, instantly clearing his head.
He pressed his palm to her forehead. It was still burning hot. Linnea's fever hadn't broken.
Leo had specifically instructed that she needed plenty of rest when he gave her the fever reducer injection.
"Water..."
Caius squeezed the bridge of his nose. The frustration building in his chest nearly made him explode. But seeing her tear-dampened lashes, he forced himself to calm down.
He had no choice but to use the same method as before, transferring water into her mouth.
Linnea was so dehydrated that her voice was hoarse. As he fed her water, she unconsciously sucked on his lips. "...More, please."
Caius's lower body hardened, feeling close to exploding.
But Linnea couldn't.
...This tormenting siren! He wanted to strangle her.
Finally, Linnea drank her fill. She curled back into the covers, rested her head on Caius's thigh, and closed her eyes.
Caius stroked her slightly sweaty hair and sighed in relief.
Poor little cat. He hoped she would recover quickly after a good sleep.
But then, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
...Why was he so worried about her? Worried about a sex toy meant for his release, someone he could tease and manipulate at will?
Worried enough to fiercely suppress his own desire, practically going insane but still playing a 'feed-the-water' game with her?
Shouldn't he just ignore her, climb on top, fuck her until she cried, until she was broken, disregard her pain and tears, and then toss her to the family doctor once his urge was satisfied?
He let go of her hand and stared intently at Linnea.
But without his touch, Linnea didn't seem to sleep peacefully. She shivered a few times and suddenly whimpered, "Let go... Caius, let me go..."
Caius let out a silent, cold laugh in frustration.
The ungrateful little cat. He was running around taking care of her, and she was telling him to get lost?
He struggled to keep himself from pouncing and "teaching" Linnea a lesson. He just squeezed out one word: "Quiet."
But something must have triggered Linnea. She began to sob. "I'll put them on, I'll put them on, Caius, don't hit me..."
"When have I ever hit you, Linnea? I could have easily put a bullet in you, but you've done so many things wrong, and I haven't even touched a hair on your head."
Linnea still couldn't hear him.
She cried and shrank into the covers.
The rustling sound of fabric came from inside. She was trying to take off her clothes.
A sealed plastic bag was pushed out from the edge of the blanket.
It was that damn bunny outfit? Linnea had hugged it all the way here, even taking it into the bed. Ha...
Through a tiny gap in the curtains, soft light spilled onto the bed. The messy tangle of the blankets, the faint gasps, the sound of fabric rubbing...
All of it, unseen and untouchable, was like the strongest aphrodisiac, driving Caius to the brink of madness.
Suddenly, a slight snap of elastic band was heard from under the blanket.
"Ouch...! It's cutting me..."
Caius instinctively moved to pull back the blanket, but Linnea sat firmly on all four corners: "No!"
Caius let out a heavy breath. "...Fine. I won't come in, alright? Just one hand."
He reached a hand into the blanket. Linnea grabbed it and guided it to the spot.
It was the thin strip of the thong, digging deep into her skin.
Caius stopped breathing. He pulled out the strip of fabric, bringing out a hand coated in sweet stickiness. While he was at it, he took out the messy outfit and tossed it onto the nightstand.
Linnea finally calmed down.
He went back to the spot where Linnea had been hurt, gently massaging all the way up to her thin stomach. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes..."
He took out warm congee from a thermal container, propped himself up on the headboard, and let Linnea lean in his arms as he spoon-fed her. Once her stomach felt soft again, she was finally content. She sank back into the covers and fell into a deep sleep.
But Caius couldn't rest yet.
He massaged Linnea's stomach to prevent her from getting a stomach ache from the food. As he rubbed, his entire body was impossibly hard.
But Linnea couldn't.
No, why couldn't she? She could still soothe him.
Caius stared at Linnea for a while longer.
Then, he lay down in the covers and pulled Linnea's hand over.
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Meanwhile, things were chaotic on Jax's side.
His cowardly subordinates were terrified. They immediately wanted to report to Vivienne—everyone knew the Knight family's illegitimate sister had more authority than her brother.
Jax lay in the hospital bed, desperately threatening them to keep them quiet. "If anyone dares tell Vivienne, I'll kill them!"
"Also, where is Amy? Find her for me! Flip the entire ocean upside down if you have to!"
Fortunately, Amy was actually found.
She had passed out in the sea but narrowly escaped death, drifted ashore, and was found by Jax's subordinates and rushed to the hospital.
After a successful resuscitation, Jax, pushing his wheelchair, arrived at Amy's room. Amy was already in a state of endless mania after escaping death:
"Bitch, I'll ruin you, I'll kill you..."
"Stop shouting slogans!" Jax interrupted her impatiently. "Is the stuff you took still there?"
Amy lifted her eyelids, a creepy smile spreading across her grim, rigid face. "Of course."
She pointed to the memory card on the bedside table.
She had desperately clawed it out and put it in the locket around her neck just as she was losing consciousness. The memory card was perfectly intact. It held the revealing photos of Linnea serving the VIP room guests that night.
Even with a mask covering her face, anyone familiar with her would recognize her!
Jax had his subordinate export the photos. He glanced at them, his eyes gleaming with excitement:
"Contact the media immediately and expose this assistant's scandalous behavior!"
He wanted to see how this bitch, who got him shot in the leg, would resist this time!
Once Caius threw her out, he would definitely have his subordinates drug her and make her his personal sex toy!