The Art of Teasing - Chapter 110
Chapter 110
Ye Ling made sure she was completely dry before slipping into Wen Zhengyu's bed.
The weather had turned cold. Although the air conditioning was on, Wen Zhengyu had set the temperature low, so it was still a bit chilly. When Ye Ling crawled under the covers, goosebumps broke out from the cold.
She pressed tightly against Wen Zhengyu for warmth and sighed, "I've already thrown all caution to the wind, and you only came to look at me once before leaving."
Wen Zhengyu thought to herself, As expected, Ye Ling wants to seduce me. The sight of Ye Ling blow-drying her hair earlier, combined with the smooth, fine body now pressed against her, made her mind sway. Her thoughts kept drifting toward Ye Ling's bare body.
She was extremely nervous and at the same time very apprehensive: She didn't know how.
Just as she was thinking about what to do, Ye Ling's lips landed on hers again. The soft touch spread open.
A flash of inspiration streaked through Wen Zhengyu's mind. She imitated the way Ye Ling had kissed her, kissing Ye Ling back while wrapping her arms around Ye Ling's neck.
Kissing with arms around the neck is a common posture, right? It is, isn't it?
Seeing Wen Zhengyu kissing her back, that pondering look still in her eyes, and then noticing the inexperienced kiss technique, Ye Ling didn't need to guess to know what Wen Zhengyu was fretting over at this moment. She closed her eyes and guided Wen Zhengyu along.
Seeing Ye Ling close her eyes, Wen Zhengyu followed suit. With her eyes shut, her senses became sharper. Her thoughts were entirely occupied by the tangling sensation of their lips and teeth. Ye Ling's tongue was soft and agile; though her movements were gentle and slow, they somehow gave her a delicious feeling. Those tightly intertwined tongues were like two vines tangled together, growing and thriving in symbiosis.
Their mouths watered.
Wen Zhengyu didn't know whether the kissing was affecting her breathing or if she was just too nervous, but her breathing became chaotic.
Probably because of the labored breathing and lack of oxygen, Wen Zhengyu felt a little dizzy.
Ye Ling's lips and tongue moved away. As Wen Zhengyu breathed freely, before she could even catch her breath, Ye Ling's tongue caught her earlobe, kissing the earlobe as if it were a mouth. That strange sensation spread from her earlobe all the way through her body, a numbing, tingling feeling like an electric shock.
Wen Zhengyu silently warned herself: Something isn't right!
Ye Ling's low, slow whisper sounded in her ear: "Zhengyu."
The voice was too close, and it sounded so beautiful, reverberating delicately, crashing straight into Wen Zhengyu's mind with an aura that threatened to steal her soul away. Along with it, an unfamiliar sensation spread, making Wen Zhengyu unable to control a slight tremble. She was so nervous that sweat beaded on her forehead.
At this moment, Wen Zhengyu finally understood Ye Ling's intention!
This was no longer just about kissing!
Kissing was only the appetizer, the bait to lure her in.
Ye Ling was now pulling out all the stops to seduce her, wanting to do that kind of thing with her.
Wen Zhengyu felt as if she were about to be laid out on the chopping board. The oil in Ye Ling's wok was already heated, waiting for her to be chopped up and thrown in. However, while the dish was on the board, and the knife was there, how to chop?
Wen Zhengyu felt that if she didn't clarify things, by the time the oil in Ye Ling's wok was boiling, she wouldn't have anything to put in. Then Ye Ling might just turn hostile and tear her apart! While the oil was only hot but not yet boiling, she went for broke, confessing with the heart of someone going to their death: "Ye Ling, I don't know how." The moment the words left her mouth, she realized her voice was off, not only lacking confidence but also trembling. She took a deep breath, preparing to say it again, when Ye Ling kissed her lips once more and murmured, "I'll teach you."
A string of question marks popped into Wen Zhengyu's mind. First you seduce me, and now you're going to teach me?
She couldn't help feeling that Ye Ling was setting a trap.
Wen Zhengyu's head turned into a complete mess. She tried hard to stay calm, but her thoughts kept drifting along with Ye Ling's kisses, pulled back only to drift out again. It was very taxing and yielded little effect.
Suddenly, Ye Ling gently pulled aside the collar of her clothes and bit down on her collarbone.
An inexplicable trembling sensation swept through her. Wen Zhengyu's mind first went blanker than a fresh sheet of painting paper, and then was instantly splashed with colors—all kinds of hues appeared.
A moment later, her thoughts drifted out again. She suddenly understood: If the cleaver skills are poor and you don't know how to chop, you can just toss the whole thing into the pot!
She didn't know how, but Ye Ling did!
Ye Ling's naked seduction wasn't about wanting her to do something to Ye Ling as she had imagined. Rather, Ye Ling wanted to do something to her, and was already doing it.
Wen Zhengyu immediately felt like she had been conned by Ye Ling into being sold while still helping Ye Ling count the money.
Ye Ling's kiss landed on her lower abdomen, stirring up waves of trembling sensation that spread to an unmentionable spot, causing her to instinctively arch her body. She sucked in a cold breath and ground out through clenched teeth, "Didn't you say that if I didn't agree, you wouldn't do anything to me?" She was panting heavily, and managing to get the whole sentence out in one breath, she even admired her own lung capacity.
Ye Ling let out a soft "mm," and her lips left Wen Zhengyu's lower abdomen, sliding to her side to embrace her. She whispered in Wen Zhengyu's ear, "If you disagree, I won't do anything to you. How about… you do me?"
That slow voice seemed to circle around Wen Zhengyu's body three times, making her thoughts float again. She felt a bit excited, but also somewhat lost: How to do it?
If she said she didn't know how, Ye Ling would just say she'd teach her.
Sleep?
Ye Ling's leg was still gently rubbing against hers, her head buried in the crook of Wen Zhengyu's neck. She could even hear Ye Ling's soft, panting breath. If she told Ye Ling to sleep, she estimated she would hardly see the sun tomorrow.
Wen Zhengyu was forced to rise to the occasion. Bracing herself, she imitated the way Ye Ling had just kissed her and kissed Ye Ling back.
Ye Ling's breathing was very erratic. She gently closed her eyes, a faint blush spreading over her face. A bone-deep allure radiated from her brows, eyes, and expression, yet her expression was also very relaxed, exuding an indescribable temptation. Wen Zhengyu found it lovely, so she pecked like a chick over Ye Ling's brows, eyes, nose, and lips. She suddenly understood why Ye Ling had kissed her like this in the morning.
She closed her eyes, trailing delicate kisses all the way to Ye Ling's ear. She hesitated: Should I kiss the earlobe?
Honestly, the sensation of kissing the earlobe was too stimulating. She worried that Ye Ling might not be able to handle it like she had, so she bypassed the earlobe and gently swept just beneath it.
A faint, broken moan escaped from Ye Ling's throat. The sound was extremely low and soft, like a drop of water falling into water.
Wen Zhengyu felt her heartstrings reverberate. Stirred, she took Ye Ling's earlobe into her mouth.
Ye Ling's breathing grew even more erratic. She reached out to wrap her arms around Wen Zhengyu's slender waist and called out softly, "Zhengyu."
That soft call made Wen Zhengyu's breathing skip two beats, her heart trembling along with it. She continued to kiss Ye Ling, and as her kisses trailed downward, Ye Ling's breathing became more and more disordered. Her arms tightened around Wen Zhengyu, as if trying to break her waist.
When Wen Zhengyu kissed down to her lower abdomen, she didn't know how to proceed, so she started over from the beginning.
Ye Ling opened her eyes, shimmering with liquid light, and turned her head to look at Wen Zhengyu, who had slid back to her side. She raised a hand and brushed Wen Zhengyu's long hair, tucking it behind her ear. The corners of her lips curled up, revealing a trace of a smile. That alluringly tender smile made Wen Zhengyu lose her focus, even her breath catching. Ye Ling looped her arms around Wen Zhengyu's neck, drawing her closer, and whispered a sentence into Wen Zhengyu's ear.
Wen Zhengyu was so nervous she didn't even dare to breathe. She cautiously slid her fingers past Ye Ling's lower abdomen, fearfully inching toward that unnameable place. Her touch met a slick, wet softness.
This is…
Her fingers moved further down, further in, the tips grazing that tender area.
Ye Ling suddenly sucked in a cold breath and grabbed Wen Zhengyu's hand.
Wen Zhengyu looked at Ye Ling quizzically. "What's wrong?" She looked at her hand and saw that her hand and fingertips were glistening with secretions from an extremely private part of Ye Ling's body.
Ye Ling's gaze also fell on Wen Zhengyu's hand. Her fingers were slender and long, and her fingertips sported long nails—a walking weapon of human destruction.
A cold sweat broke out on Ye Ling's forehead. Seeing Wen Zhengyu's baffled expression, she ground out two words through her teeth: "Your nails." Then her tone shifted as she asked, "How about I trim them for you?"
Wen Zhengyu couldn't bear to part with her nails, so she shook her head.
Ye Ling said, "No trimming, no going in."
Wen Zhengyu very bravely defended her nails. She gave an "mm" and said, "Then no going in."
Ye Ling sneered twice. "Fine. Don't regret it."
Wen Zhengyu was thoroughly perplexed: What's there to regret?
Cutting perfectly good nails—that would be regrettable.
Ye Ling suddenly flipped over and pressed Wen Zhengyu down, fierce and imposing, like a completely different person.
Wen Zhengyu thought to herself, Is this sexual frustration?
She was very conflicted and felt a bit wronged. "Nobody told me that when two women are together, you use fingers, and that you need to trim your nails." She was used to having long nails; cutting them off suddenly would be so uncomfortable.
Ye Ling's gaze shifted, and she smiled. "No problem. I don't keep nails, but you can keep yours."
Wen Zhengyu frowned, instinctively feeling something wasn't right.
Then Ye Ling was on top of her again, her fingers slipping under her underwear and sliding in.
Wen Zhengyu instinctively wanted to close her legs, wanted to stop Ye Ling. But then she thought of how she had just done the same, and she understood what Ye Ling wanted to do. She was so nervous that even her breathing trembled. "Ye Ling, I…"
A tender kiss landed on Wen Zhengyu's forehead. Ye Ling's palm covered her softness, her movements very light and slow. She didn't do anything unbearable; instead, the gentle pressure of her hand felt very good.
Ye Ling's low, slow voice sounded beside Wen Zhengyu's ear: "Relax. I won't hurt you."
Wen Zhengyu trusted Ye Ling's words, but for some reason she still felt nervous, though she didn't know what she was nervous about.
Ye Ling's gentle movements and the comfortable sensation they brought gradually helped her relax. Ye Ling's fingertip circled a certain spot, churning Wen Zhengyu's thoughts into a daze. She thought to herself, Is this really okay?
Yet she couldn't say what was wrong.
The sensation from Ye Ling's fingers instead came in waves upon waves that crashed into her mind, constantly disrupting her thoughts.
This is kissing, hugging, and now touching?
Then if Ye Ling goes further…
A thought stirred in Wen Zhengyu's mind, and she suddenly realized. Her eyes flew wide open just as Ye Ling's finger suddenly slipped inside her. A foreign sensation came over her. Wen Zhengyu tensed up nervously, a little at a loss, and also a kind of…
It was hard to say. She just felt that Ye Ling was maybe going a bit too far. But given their relationship, she couldn't really say that Ye Ling was wrong. Her thoughts whirled for a moment before she finally reacted, and she ground out through clenched teeth, "You didn't ask if I agreed."
Ye Ling had been worried that Wen Zhengyu was too tense and that she might hurt her. As it turned out, Wen Zhengyu was still hung up on that issue. She said, "You're already wet, and you still want to stubbornly say you disagree?" She'd never seen anyone so awkward and conflicted about making love. Her voice softened. "I originally wanted to let you do me. But you wouldn't trim your nails. They're so long—if you poked them in, wouldn't I be left a bloody mess?"
Wen Zhengyu felt Ye Ling was quibbling, but just now… it had indeed been the case. She turned her head to look at her own fingernails, momentarily unable to wrap her head around it. Then her thoughts were once again pulled away by the sensations from Ye Ling's movements.
Ye Ling was truly afraid of hurting Wen Zhengyu. If she hurt her, this young miss would get all petulant with her again. But even just one finger inside was gripped so tightly. She could only move extremely gently and slowly, letting Wen Zhengyu gradually acclimate.
She held Wen Zhengyu close, soothing her with light kisses. Her finger moved inside Wen Zhengyu softly and slowly. Only when Wen Zhengyu relaxed did she begin her conquest.
Once relaxed, Wen Zhengyu seemed to melt in her palm, beneath her body, nestling against her, allowing herself to be taken. Ye Ling couldn't bear to let go. She clung to her tightly, entangled with her, until both were utterly exhausted and then drifted off to sleep in a daze.
When Wen Zhengyu woke, it was nearly noon. Ye Ling was still sleeping soundly beside her. Her own body was bare too. The events of last night surfaced in her mind again, and a lingering foreign sensation still remained inside her. She looked at Ye Ling with shocked uncertainty. How did she and Ye Ling end up having this kind of relationship?
This was completely beyond her expectations. She hadn't planned to do that kind of thing with Ye Ling so quickly… But last night… she hadn't been able to resist the temptation.
She looked at her fingernails, then at Ye Ling, then thought about how Ye Ling had done that to her and still wanted to trim her nails, and she felt awful all over.
Her body was sticky and very uncomfortable, so she got up to shower. After she finished showering and came out, she saw that Ye Ling was already awake, lying in bed and smiling at her. She stood beside the bed, looking down at Ye Ling, and very seriously negotiated, "You are not allowed to trim my nails."
Ye Ling couldn't help laughing but still answered, "Okay."
After last night's events, Wen Zhengyu didn't believe Ye Ling one bit. It had been agreed that Ye Ling needed her consent, but first came seduction, then trap after trap, and she had just walked right into it. She emphasized again that Ye Ling must not trim her nails.
Ye Ling laughed so hard that her shoulders shook. She said, "As long as you can resist cutting them yourself, I definitely won't touch your nails." She added with a smile, "Keeping the nails is quite nice."
Wen Zhengyu's face couldn't hold up under Ye Ling's laughter. With a cold face, she turned and walked away.
Just as she reached the door, she heard Ye Ling's unhurried voice drift over: "So you just sleep with someone and then ignore them."
Wen Zhengyu: "…" Who slept with whom! She turned around, walked back to the bed with an icy expression, and said, "Get up."
Ye Ling leisurely sat up from under the covers. Her long, curly hair draped wantonly over her body, half-hidden, half-revealed. She cast a provocative glance at Wen Zhengyu. "If you want to hit, scold, or sleep with me, go right ahead."
Wen Zhengyu's gaze swiftly averted from Ye Ling's body, her heart suddenly racing. She feigned composure and said, "It's nearly noon."
Ye Ling got out of bed, kissed Wen Zhengyu on the lips, slipped on her slippers, and walked bare-skinned straight into the bathroom.
Looking at Ye Ling's enticing back, Wen Zhengyu thought to herself that she must have married a succubus.
Even if you split her head open, she could never have imagined that the Ye Ling who appeared so strictly reserved and restrained in a professional suit could be so wanton in private.
This thought made Wen Zhengyu's heart thump wildly again. She hurriedly suppressed the trembling feeling and went to change the sheets and duvet cover, only to discover there was no blood on the bed.
She froze. Isn't there supposed to be bleeding the first time?
How could what Ye Ling did with her last night… not have blood? Maybe some people don't bleed?
Wen Zhengyu wasn't sure. She silently changed the bedding. When she saw Ye Ling come out, she glanced at her again.
Ye Ling noticed that Wen Zhengyu's mood was off. She stepped forward and put her arms around her, asking softly, "What's wrong?"
Wen Zhengyu bit her lip and said, "There's no blood, but I've never been with anyone else."
Ye Ling's arms tightened around Wen Zhengyu's waist. She whispered in Wen Zhengyu's ear, "I was afraid of hurting you, so I only used one finger and didn't dare go too deep." Her voice dropped even lower. "When you've adjusted, we can have a deeper exchange."
Wen Zhengyu's face instantly burned bright red. She desperately wished she could dig a hole right there and bury herself in it.
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