ORCBRB – Chapter 64
Chapter 64
Sang Shi'an: ...
Sang Shi'an really wanted to call the police.
But in all fairness, she was the one who had provoked Jian Cenyu first, and she was the one who had pushed Jian Cenyu to this point. If an interrogator were to ask about the initial cause of their conflict, she probably couldn't even state a specific reason.
Would she say she pretended to be Jian Cenyu's ardent pursuer to deceive her? Or that Jian Cenyu had coaxed her into wearing so many cosplay uniforms? Or that now that everything was exposed, Jian Cenyu was trying to imprison her?
Any of those statements would draw strange looks from the police.
Between losing face in front of just Jian Cenyu and losing face in front of a group of people, Sang Shi'an would obviously choose the former.
Before Sang Shi'an could react, Jian Cenyu kissed her again. Sang Shi'an's body tensed in an instant. Her restrained hands tried to break free, only to be pressed down again in the next moment.
Jian Cenyu smoothed her hand over the hem of Sang Shi'an's clothes, pushing the sweater and base layer up to the edge of the tie at her wrists, unable to move them any further. Then, like a soft net, they covered Sang Shi'an's hands.
Sang Shi'an panted, trying to keep her voice steady as she attempted to reason with Jian Cenyu. "This isn't the kind of relationship you want, Jian Cenyu. Do you enjoy forcing people? Will this make you happy? Let me go. I think we need to talk properly."
Jian Cenyu suddenly bit down hard on Sang Shi'an's collarbone. "I don't want to talk about that. You'll just tell me you want to be a saint. If, by your logic, I'm the victim, and I, the victim, have already forgiven you, why can't you let it go? Was everything before a lie? Do you really not like me?"
How could that be possible?
Every day after she had confirmed her feelings had been real.
Seeing Sang Shi'an fall silent for two seconds, Jian Cenyu seemed to become even more extreme. She ground the tip of her tooth against the spot over Sang Shi'an's heart, then gently kissed it just before Sang Shi'an could cry out in pain.
Sang Shi'an felt that if she didn't stop her, Jian Cenyu was going to bite a piece off her when she wasn't paying attention.
She said in a panic, "I... I didn't!"
Jian Cenyu finally released her bite in satisfaction and turned to kiss Sang Shi'an's right side. "Mm, I knew An'an still likes me. But you said a lot of hurtful things to me tonight. I'm really, really angry. I hope you won't provoke me any further right now."
A smile appeared on her face as she extended a sincere invitation to Sang Shi'an. "Let's do it, An'an. Haven't you always been curious?"
Sang Shi'an: ...???
Sang Shi'an stuck out a foot to kick Jian Cenyu. "Can you be a little more normal?"
But Jian Cenyu immediately clamped down on her foot. She looked up, her reddened eyes fixed on Sang Shi'an, her tone like a compromise. "Do you know, An'an? You nearly drove me crazy tonight. Since you want to apologize to me and talk things over, I'll indulge you. You can say what you want, and I'll listen my way. I'll hear every single word you say."
Sang Shi'an: ...
Sang Shi'an raised her voice. "Jian Cenyu, can't you understand plain language? I'm not interested in you right now! I don't want to, alright?"
Jian Cenyu's hand on Sang Shi'an's knee loosened and moved upward, removing the obstructive clothing along the way. She softly proposed a solution, "It's okay. It's enough that I'm interested in you."
Sang Shi'an felt as if she'd been struck by lightning, both angry and anxious. With Jian Cenyu's next move, she clearly realized that the sensation of a hand was different from Jian Cenyu's lips last time. It was more agile, and more ruthlessly fierce.
With her vulnerable spot being toyed with in someone's palm, Sang Shi'an continued to curse at Jian Cenyu, but she couldn't stop her own body's changes.
No matter how much she denied it with her words, her body and her heart knew Jian Cenyu.
Sang Shi'an tilted her head back, the heat coursing through her body inducing a sweat that nearly plastered the hair to her forehead.
Her eyes were half-closed. As the familiar feeling was about to peak, Sang Shi'an finally couldn't help but threaten through gritted teeth, "Jian Cenyu, if you keep this up, I'll really stop liking you."
That sentence finally brought Jian Cenyu's movements to a halt. Jian Cenyu looked at her, her voice very low. "An'an, but you've already dumped me."
There was a deep sorrow in her eyes, and Sang Shi'an froze the moment she saw it.
Before she could react, Jian Cenyu lowered her head and continued to kiss her, both forcefully and gently. She touched the shell of Sang Shi'an's ear with the tip of her tongue before licking it heavily.
Sang Shi'an shivered involuntarily. The distinct, wet sensation made her close her eyes, unable to bear it. Yet, the moment she closed them, the look in Jian Cenyu's eyes from just now reappeared in her mind.
Sang Shi'an endured it for a while, then suddenly asked, "Did you really know, from the very beginning when I was Kitty, that I didn't like you?"
Jian Cenyu's hot breath ground against Sang Shi'an's nerves with every word. "Your dislike for me was obvious back then. But An'an, when you found out our families were arranging a marriage, wasn't even a little bit of your dissatisfaction because you were about to lose me?"
"...No." Sang Shi'an turned her head away.
Jian Cenyu exposed her lie. "But you hesitated."
Sang Shi'an closed her eyes. The palms of her hands, tangled in her clothes, were completely soaked with sweat. She couldn't stand being interrogated at a time like this.
Back then, was there a part of her that was jealous of her brother for being able to have Jian Cenyu?
How would she know?
How could she possibly know!
Under normal circumstances, it might take her days to figure it out, yet Jian Cenyu was making her think about it now. How could she possibly come up with an answer?
Thinking this, Sang Shi'an gave Jian Cenyu a tongue-lashing.
Jian Cenyu didn't talk back, diligently doing what she had thought about doing to Sang Shi'an a thousand, ten thousand times.
When Jian Cenyu pressed her entire body down, her waist flush against Sang Shi'an's, Sang Shi'an held her breath tightly, the rest of her words stuck in her throat.
Compared to the last time Jian Cenyu had used her mouth to help her, it was nothing like the solid feeling of their two bodies pressed together. That warm, similar sensation made her scalp tingle, as if there were an invisible mirror between them. Whatever Jian Cenyu did, she was moved in tandem, and then they were kissing again, inseparable.
Her swimming vision was already filled with tears. Sang Shi'an blinked for a long time before she could finally see Jian Cenyu's gaze fixed on her. Her usually light-colored pupils were red, a coexistence of madness and restraint. At any moment, the madness could devour the restraint and surge forth.
Sang Shi'an's eyelashes began to flutter rapidly.
Jian Cenyu gently wiped away Sang Shi'an's tears, the corners of her lips curling up bit by bit. "It's okay if you can't figure it out now. You still have several days to think it over slowly."
Sang Shi'an's body tensed. "Wh-what do you mean?"
Jian Cenyu didn't say anything more, only lowering her head to give Sang Shi'an a comforting kiss on the lips. "Don't bite your lip. I want to hear your voice."
The motion of lowering her head pressed down on Sang Shi'an. Sang Shi'an's face was flushed, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably. Her blurred eyes and brows were stunningly seductive.
She was about to lose control of her voice.
Just as the first syllable escaped, Sang Shi'an tried to cover it up by saying something else. "No more, it hurts—"
They hadn't even used any of the props Sang Shi'an had seen in those videos. How could it hurt?
But Sang Shi'an was just too nervous, too ashamed and annoyed by this unfamiliar, aching softness. The thought of the taste from last time that had made her completely lose her senses made her want Jian Cenyu to stop out of fear.
Jian Cenyu granted her wish and paused slightly, forcing herself to slow down as she softly called her name, "An'an, baby... Kitty."
Every time she called her name, the sound seemed to roll off her tongue, landing by her ear with an unusual moistness. With each call, Sang Shi'an grew a degree hotter, and her attempts to push Jian Cenyu away became a little weaker.
Sang Shi'an's heart trembled ceaselessly. Her hands, tangled in her clothes, finally lost their strength and fell onto the soft, springy mattress.
Jian Cenyu rewarded her with a kiss—a hot, wet body, a soft, wet kiss. Sang Shi'an felt like she was drowning in the sensation and finally lost control, biting down on Jian Cenyu's shoulder.
This action caused Jian Cenyu to lose control as well, and she lunged towards Sang Shi'an. Sang Shi'an was forced to release her bite immediately, her vision swimming with dizziness.
This version of Sang Shi'an was much more obedient than before, so next, Jian Cenyu deliberately intensified her actions.
"What do you want for breakfast tomorrow? I'll prepare something light for you, okay? You've used up a lot of energy tonight and you'll be up late, so you're bound to have no appetite in the morning."
"What about lunch tomorrow? Let's pick a hot pot place you like and have them deliver the ingredients."
The instep of Sang Shi'an's foot, dangling off the edge of the bed, tensed again and again. "...Why are you... telling me this? I don't want hot pot."
Jian Cenyu continued on her own, her tone as gentle as her bullying of Sang Shi'an was harsh. "Then how about barbecue? You need to eat some meat to have strength. Otherwise, what will we do tomorrow afternoon?"
"Tomorrow, wear that kitty costume for me, okay? The first time I saw that outfit, I thought it was perfect for you—so bright and shiny, it made me want to eat you up."
The words 'eat you up' seemed to graze past her ear. The moment the last syllable fell, Sang Shi'an suddenly wrapped her arms around Jian Cenyu. To Jian Cenyu's surprise, she let out a soft, whimpering cry.
Just five minutes after it began, she was pushed to the clouds by Jian Cenyu. Sang Shi'an's eyes were misty with water; a single blink would send two tears rolling down. Before she could even recover, she realized Jian Cenyu was leading her on again.
"An'an is so good."
Jian Cenyu praised Sang Shi'an while kissing her. "Just as obedient as when you were little. When Jiejie bought you a little water gun to play with, you'd squirt water when I told you to, completely different from those other impolite children."
Sang Shi'an: ...
What did she mean by... water... when told to... water? How could those two things be the same?
But Sang Shi'an soon lost the strength to think, because Jian Cenyu hadn't finished yet and was already holding her and continuing. Sang Shi'an was still in her refractory period, and this time it was genuinely a bit uncomfortable. She tried to relax, but was met with Jian Cenyu pushing her luck.
"Where were we?" Jian Cenyu thought for a few seconds, then remembered. "I was going to have you change into the kitty costume. So, what do you want to eat the day after tomorrow? Let me think about which outfit to change into the day after tomorrow."
"..."
"Your Marxism exam is on Thursday afternoon, right? So Thursday morning is also fine. I'll pick you up after the exam? Hmm?"
As Jian Cenyu rambled on, planning out her next few days to be spent in bed, she finally found her own pleasure. During this time, Sang Shi'an came once more. Jian Cenyu rested on Sang Shi'an's shoulder, kissing her in small pecks.
Like she was nuzzling a kitty.
Five minutes later, Sang Shi'an shifted her shoulder, trying to get Jian Cenyu off her. "If you're done, untie my hands."
Jian Cenyu propped herself up on her arms to check Sang Shi'an's hands. The clothes were tied a bit tightly, which would indeed be uncomfortable.
She moved up to untie them for Sang Shi'an. After removing the clothes, she used the tie to make a loose knot, just enough to make Sang Shi'an more comfortable but still unable to break free.
As Jian Cenyu was doing this, her chest moved up, hovering right by Sang Shi'an's lips. Sang Shi'an's breathing quickened.
Jian Cenyu sucked in a sharp breath. She looked down and saw what Sang Shi'an was doing, but didn't move. "Does An'an want a taste?"
Sang Shi'an turned her head away and played dead.
Jian Cenyu chuckled softly and leaned close to Sang Shi'an's ear. "An'an, don't try to seduce me while you're crying. I'm having a little trouble controlling myself."
Next, Jian Cenyu demonstrated what she meant by that sentence. Sang Shi'an was put through hell and back, and just as she was about to pass out from exhaustion, she was shaken awake again.
She was held sitting on Jian Cenyu's lap. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Jian Cenyu's gentle and patient expression, which was paired with insatiable actions. "An'an, have you figured it out yet? When you were pretending to be Kitty, did you actually like me or not?"
Sang Shi'an felt like a prisoner being harshly interrogated, but even at this moment, she held her ground. "I didn't."
Jian Cenyu's expression didn't change. She looked at her encouragingly. "Then keep thinking. Think it over slowly. There's no rush."
Sang Shi'an's face changed instantly. She glanced at the faintly brightening sky outside. At least four hours had passed since they got home.
In those four hours, her innocent self had been thoroughly forced to grow up. Like a ripe, delicious red fruit personally cultivated by Jian Cenyu, Sang Shi'an didn't even dare to look down at the changes in herself.
In the middle of it all, Jian Cenyu had gone to get water twice, sharing the same cup with her. It was only thanks to that water that Sang Shi'an hadn't fainted from dehydration.
She could no longer tell if it had been a dozen times or dozens of times. Even her body's protective refractory period had been erased by Jian Cenyu. Sang Shi'an finally decided to compromise. "I liked you, I did..."
Jian Cenyu's action of kissing the corner of her eye paused, and a helpless yet indulgent smile appeared on her face. "An'an, don't lie to me."
"You clearly haven't figured it out yet. You can lie to me now, but once you leave this room, how will you convince yourself?"
"Be good, think it over slowly."
Sang Shi'an was on the verge of a complete breakdown.
When a person is pushed to their limit, the only thing on their mind is self-preservation.
Why on earth did she have to be so saintly and argue with Jian Cenyu about whether she had truly intended to hurt her with malicious intent back then?
Why on earth did she have to break up with her last night and say all those hurtful things?
Saying she didn't like her was wrong, and saying she did was also wrong.
It was like a long, drawn-out punishment. Sang Shi'an watched as the daylight gradually seeped in by the bed. The light stung her eyes, and her muddled thoughts, on the verge of unconsciousness, were finally pulled back a little.
"The... the sun's up..."
Jian Cenyu glanced at the sky outside and hummed in agreement. She laid Sang Shi'an back down, kissing and sucking on her, leaving several more marks on her body.
Even that wasn't enough for her. Her fingertips gently rubbed Sang Shi'an's side as she nibbled on her ear and asked, "An'an... the toys we saw in the video last time, I bought them too. Can we try them?"
At first, Sang Shi'an didn't react. "Wh-what?"
Jian Cenyu kissed her, got out of bed, and opened the suitcase she had brought.
Sang Shi'an turned her head and finally saw clearly what was inside Jian Cenyu's suitcase. There were no pillows or plush toys as she had guessed, nor were there any sleep-inducing aromatherapy or perfumes.
Instead, there were some toys that were enough to make one blush.
She remembered the first day Jian Cenyu moved in, she had opened her suitcase with one corner hidden and told her meaningfully about her 'special kink'.
At that time, she had guessed there were strange things like these in the suitcase, but there weren't. Now, she guessed the suitcase contained normal bedding, but it turned out to be these things instead.
The items were all packed in small, transparent bags without any labels. Just as Sang Shi'an was wondering about the lack of outer packaging, Jian Cenyu seemed to read her mind and explained, "I washed and sterilized them all before bagging them. They're not dirty."
Jian Cenyu embraced Sang Shi'an again, covering her bit by bit, and asked, "Can we try?"
Sang Shi'an's body instantly stiffened.
Her mind, which had been dizzy all night, cleared up in that moment. She kicked Jian Cenyu's leg. "...You might as well just do me to death."
Jian Cenyu said, "Ah," as if considering it.
Sang Shi'an started to play the victim. "I've been tired all night, and I've never been with anyone else. If those things go inside, I'll bleed."
"That was inconsiderate of me." Jian Cenyu let go of one of the items and lay back down to kiss Sang Shi'an's lips lingeringly.
Sang Shi'an's consciousness was gradually stripped away again. After an unknown amount of time, Jian Cenyu finally tucked her into the quilt, then swapped one of the quilts from their two rooms.
After all, sleeping under a wet blanket would make you catch a cold.
When Jian Cenyu got back into the quilt, she untied the tie on Sang Shi'an's hands, took one of Sang Shi'an's hands, and tied it to her own. Then, like a great dragon guarding its treasure, she gave Sang Shi'an's forehead a satisfied kiss and said, "Sleep."
Before closing her eyes, Jian Cenyu's gaze swept over a small round ball by the pillow, with its matching controller next to it. It was one of the toys she had forgotten to put away.
It was very small, about the width of a thumb in diameter. Jian Cenyu hesitated for a moment, then picked it up.
Then, taking advantage of Sang Shi'an's deep sleep, she whispered very softly, "I love you."
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