Manipulative Harem God

In the kitchen, the moment stretched out as Zhang Wei casually set the filled glass of water aside, his voice carrying clearly as he called out, "Meimei, I'll help Rui here. Give us a few minutes."

Xiong Rui spun around, a look of confusion etched on her face. This was unexpected; why would Zhang Wei insist on helping her with such a mundane task?

From the living room, Xiong Mei's voice carried a note of incredulity. "What? She's perfectly capable of doing it herself! You're our guest, Zhang Wei, you shouldn't have to help with the dishes."

Zhang Wei, unfazed, replied, "She asked for my help. She cut her fingers slightly."

"But I—" Xiong Rui began to protest, only to be silenced by Zhang Wei's finger gently pressing against her lips. The gesture was intimate and surprising, sending a wave of unexpected emotions through her.

Xiong Mei's concern was evident in her voice. "She's hurt...? I'll bring the first-aid kit."

Zhang Wei's response was calm and reassuring. "It's alright, I've got things under control. We'll be done soon. Just wait for us."

"Okay," Xiong Mei acquiesced, though her tone suggested she was still somewhat puzzled by the situation.

As soon as her sister's footsteps faded, Zhang Wei removed his finger from Xiong Rui's lips.

The kitchen, previously filled with the mundane sounds of dishwashing, now seemed charged with an unspoken tension.

Xiong Rui, her heart beating rapidly, found herself alone with Zhang Wei in a situation she hadn't anticipated. His presence was both unsettling and strangely comforting. She tried to focus on the dishes, but his proximity made it difficult to concentrate.

Zhang Wei, for his part, seemed completely at ease, as if this unexpected turn of events was just another ordinary moment. He picked up a towel, preparing to dry the dishes she was washing, his movements casual yet deliberate.

The silence between them was increasing, filled with questions and unspoken thoughts. Xiong Rui couldn't help but wonder what Zhang Wei was thinking, what his intentions were, and most importantly, what was he planning?

In the close confines of the kitchen, Zhang Wei's eyes subtly trailed over Xiong Rui's body, lingering momentarily on the smoothness of her legs. His gaze sharpened, reflecting a certain resolve born from past experiences — a resolve to live life unrestrained, embracing moments as they came, knowing all too well that life's unpredictable nature could take its course at any time.

"B-Brother-in-law!?" Xiong Rui's voice quivered with a mix of shock and confusion.

In an unexpected, fluid motion, Zhang Wei moved closer, wrapping his arms around Xiong Rui from behind in a surprising embrace.

She stiffened, caught off guard by the sudden proximity.

The fresh scent of her, a combination of soap and a hint of jasmine from her hair, enveloped his senses, momentarily overwhelming him.

"Let me help you," he whispered with a sincere look, his voice a low murmur in her ear, a soothing contrast to the rush of emotions flooding through her.

Xiong Rui's heart raced, her breath hitching in her throat.

The warmth of his body against hers, the strength of his arms encircling her — it was all so unexpected, so unnerving.

She stood frozen, her hands still in the sink, the soapy water forgotten.

Zhang Wei's presence was imposing yet gentle, a image that left her mind reeling. She struggled to find her voice, to say something, anything, but words failed her.

The closeness, the intimacy of the moment, was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Xiong Rui was acutely aware of every breath Zhang Wei took, every slight movement of his body against hers.

Zhang Wei's hands gently overlapped Xiong Rui's, guiding her in the simple act of washing dishes.

The teasing nature of his touch sent a cascade of conflicting emotions through her.

She could feel something pressing against her lower back, a sensation that heightened her awareness of their proximity, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.

"I-I can do it by myself from here..." Xiong Rui's voice trembled, barely audible over the sound of running water. Her words were a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of control in a situation that was rapidly overwhelming her.

But Zhang Wei seemed unperturbed by her stammered protest.

His hands, previously on hers, slid down, tracing a path along her exposed legs.

The fabric of her shorts did little to mask the warmth of his touch.

Xiong Rui's breath hitched, a mix of alarm and an inexplicable thrill coursing through her.

'What is he doing?' she thought frantically, her mind a whirlwind. 'This is too much, too close.' Yet, a part of her hesitated, caught in the unexpected intimacy of his caress.

Zhang Wei's actions were bold, perhaps too bold, but there was a certain care in his touch, a curious tenderness that belied his confident exterior. "You seem tense," he murmured, his voice a low hum in her ear. "Just relax. I'm not going to bite."

Xiong Rui's heart pounded in her chest, her thoughts racing. 'This is wrong,' she told herself. 'He's Mei's... whatever they are. I shouldn't be feeling this way.' But the rational part of her brain was losing ground to the sensory overload of the moment.

Zhang Wei's actions grew bolder. Xiong Rui's breaths were ragged, her cheeks burning like twin flames of embarrassment and confusion. Avoiding his piercing gaze, she found her eyes fixed on the floor, only to be startled as Zhang Wei's inner bully immerged.

He turned her around to face him, his hands, still wet with cold, soapy water, gently caressing her face.

Xiong Rui's eyes widened in shock, her lips parting in a silent gasp of surprise. She made a move to push him away, but her efforts were in vain.

"Uuuu!!"

In one swift motion, Zhang Wei silenced her protests with a deep, engulfing kiss, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close against the kitchen counter. A surprised yelp escaped her lips, unwittingly granting him further access.

As his tongue explored her mouth, Xiong Rui's world spun. 'No! Why is he doing this?' her mind screamed, tears of confusion and panic welling up in her eyes. Her resistance was feeble, her body betraying her shock and disbelief.

The sound of approaching footsteps sent a wave of panic through her. 'Mei is coming!' The thought was like a cold splash of reality, but her efforts to push Zhang Wei away were futile.

"What is taking you two so long in here?"