Whenever people noticed the rogue’s grin perpetually lingering at the corner of my mouth, they might call me an idiot, perhaps a lunatic, or maybe suggest I’d taken the wrong medication. But I would just greet them with my signature smile, because I once read a book titled ‘Kaitou Kid,’ whose protagonist often wore that card-sharp smile. It was his trademark, because beneath that expression, no one could ever guess what he was thinking, no one could decipher what his smile truly meant. That was his smile. And my rogue’s grin? That is my patent, my calling card. Isn’t there an old saying? ‘Others laugh at me for being mad; I laugh at others for not seeing through.’ This, my friends, is the essential skill of a high-class rogue. — The Memoirs of Yang Yi

A low-cut, ash-gray top and a tight, short skirt, barely concealing the chest that threatened to spill over, was undoubtedly a fatal attraction for Yang Yi. Ever since Feng Shi entered, his gaze had never left her form. It was undeniable; Feng Shi was not only beautiful but possessed an extremely mature figure. She, in turn, noticed Yang Yi’s scorching stare—it felt as if he were about to devour her whole—and a faint blush crept onto her cheeks.

“Young Master, your coffee,” Feng Shi said, placing the cup before Yang Yi, her cheeks flushed.

“Gulp!” A strange sound escaped Yang Yi’s throat, his eyes widening a few times before he seemed to snap back to reality. Suddenly, he flashed a wicked, charming smile, shifted his chair, and swiftly pulled her closer with one arm.

“Ah!” Feng Shi cried out, tumbling directly into Yang Yi’s embrace. Looking at the face so close, those eyes deep as distant stars, and that familiar roguish curve of his lips, she felt her heart hammer against her ribs. Perhaps constrained by maidenly shyness, she whispered somewhat hesitantly, “Young Master…”

“Baby, don’t you know you’re tempting me? Wearing something so sheer,” Yang Yi murmured with a naughty grin.

“I—” Feng Shi turned her head away, unable to meet his gaze. She was afraid, afraid of being utterly lost to those eyes currently radiating an almost magical influence.

Seeing this, the smile on Yang Yi’s face deepened. Without a moment's hesitation, his head lowered slowly, his lips gently meeting Feng Shi’s crimson mouth. Shyness, this was their first kiss, and it was saturated with that sweet awkwardness. At first, Feng Shi held her lips tightly sealed, but unable to resist Yang Yi’s advance, she slowly offered up her fragrant, yielding tongue. “Mmm!” Feng Shi sighed softly. This was her first kiss with a man, and it was with the man she had already held dear in her heart.

Yang Yi didn’t seem satisfied. While kissing Feng Shi, one of his hands began its playful, wicked exploration, targeting the rising peaks beneath her top. He gently kneaded them, the pressure perfectly judged, with no hint of roughness. He seemed genuinely to savor the sensation transmitted through his hand—soft and yielding. Feng Shi was nearly suffocated by his kiss, yet the pleasure surging up from within her body was intensely stimulating.

“Hoo, hoo.” Feng Shi gasped for breath, reveling in the pleasure brought by Yang Yi’s hand and tongue. She felt she couldn't bear it any longer. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she actively offered her lips again, settling herself directly onto his lap. A night unfolded, one so beautiful, within an office where the most fundamental thing between man and woman was about to transpire.

.................. (Hee hee, the innocent me makes a brief appearance. Use your imagination, just don’t get too wild! Hehehe—!) ............

Morning broke. After the night’s baptism of fire between man and woman, Yang Yi currently appeared utterly exhausted. Of course, if anyone knew just how potent he had been last night, they would surely admire him head-to-toe; a man among men, truly.

He slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the sunlight filtering past the curtains. A rogue’s smile surfaced at the corner of his mouth. He knew it now: he was a man, officially.

“Young Master, you’re awake,” Feng Shi said as she walked in from the doorway. Today, Feng Shi seemed subtly different. Already beautiful and mature, today she appeared to possess an added layer of charm compared to usual.

“En, why didn’t you sleep in longer?” Yang Yi moved to her, drawing her into his arms, asking softly.

“I’m used to waking up early, so I rose a bit sooner. Young Master, aren’t you hungry?” Even though she had completed the rite of passage last night, Feng Shi couldn't help but feel a touch bashful, her face blushing as she asked.

“Let’s eat together,” Yang Yi released her, pressing a kiss to the very lips that had driven him wild yesterday, and said.

“Mm!” Feng Shi let out a small sound, stepping aside with a crimson face. Regarding Yang Yi, to claim she didn’t possess possessiveness would be dishonest; every woman wished for her man to love only her. But right now, she didn't demand much. Just holding a tiny space in Yang Yi’s heart would be enough. Nothing more.

At the school:

Yang Yi rushed into the classroom, his eyes sweeping the room until he spotted Lin Fatty and Xu Ming exchanging mischievous grins. A flicker of confusion crossed his mind as he made his way to his seat. He hadn't been sitting long when Xu Ming approached with an impudent smile, thrusting his nose toward Yang Yi and taking a deep sniff.

“Damn, what are you doing?” Yang Yi quickly pulled away from the guy, who seemed alarmingly like polished glass.

“Haha, Boss, you didn’t come back last night. Did you sneak out to eat somewhere?” Xu Ming asked without any kindness intended.

“Sneak out to eat? What are you talking about?” Yang Yi asked, perplexed.

“C’mon, Boss, stop playing coy. The scent on you won’t lie to me, hehe!” Xu Ming chuckled lewdly.

“Uh!” Hearing this, Yang Yi involuntarily raised his hand to smell himself, then frowned. “What smell is on me?”

“You’re still pretending? Boss, let me tell you, my nose is as accurate as a bloodhound’s. You clearly carry the scent of a woman, you can’t hide that from me,” Xu Ming insisted, acting as if he were absolutely certain.

“Sweat… a bloodhound nose?” Yang Yi felt a cold sweat break out. This guy might actually have smelled something. But to confirm whether he knew anything concrete, Yang Yi tried testing him: “What scent of a woman is on me?”

“Tee hee, Boss, are you really trying to test me?” Xu Ming seemed to realize Yang Yi was probing, and his smile grew even wider. “I’m very familiar with the scent on you, Boss. And it’s not just me; Second Brother and Fourth Brother will be very familiar with it too!”

“It’s over, this guy’s nose really is like a dog’s,” Yang Yi thought, wiping cold sweat from his brow. This fellow probably knew everything now. He shook his head hard and sat back down.

“Boss, I’m really envious of you. You actually hit what that damned Fourth Brother predicted! Sigh, poor me, I’m still a virgin…” Xu Ming complained in a pitiful tone. In truth, he hadn't been entirely explicit, and he understood that this was Yang Yi’s private matter; exposing it wouldn’t be good.

“Tch, it’s your own fault for not pursuing anyone,” Yang Yi shot back with an exasperated glance.

“Pursue them where? I can’t even keep up with the beauties here at school! Either there are no prospects, or there are no opportunities!” Xu Ming grumbled miserably.

【Did you laugh today? Did you wear that essential, high-class rogue’s smile on your lips? If not, hurry up and smile; it’ll make your mood much better every day, hehe, power up, remember to collect, shhh, give one, I’m laughing....】