The Crybaby Mistress GL - Chapter 10

Luo Jing wished she could disappear. Embarrassment washed over her, a tide she couldn’t escape. She hadn’t done anything wrong, yet her body had betrayed her, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. Hoping to sneak into the bathroom to clean up discreetly, she was caught in the act by Chen Xin, who noticed the dampness on her hand.

Chen Xin glanced at the chair where Luo Jing had been sitting, a faint trace of moisture still visible on its surface. In a panic, Luo Jing wiped it away with her hand, but it didn’t erase the reality of her situation.

“Chen… President Chen, can I please go to the bathroom?” Luo Jing stammered, desperate to escape the room. She began to back away, intent on slipping away.

But Chen Xin grabbed her arm, disregarding the half-eaten dinner on the table. She pulled Luo Jing into an embrace, her warmth intensifying Luo Jing’s embarrassment. “Let’s take a shower together,” she suggested, unbuttoning her own shirt.

“But dinner…” Luo Jing protested, glancing at Chen Xin’s untouched meal.

“We can heat it up later for a late-night snack. Come on,” Chen Xin replied, leading Luo Jing toward the spacious bathroom.

With each step, Luo Jing felt the slickness between her thighs, the sensation growing more pronounced. Reluctantly, she followed Chen Xin inside. Their bodies pressed close as Chen Xin instructed Luo Jing to undress her. Luo Jing fumbled with the buttons, her inexperience showing. Chen Xin noticed her flushed cheeks and playfully pinched her ears.

“All done,” Luo Jing said, instinctively shrinking away from the ticklish sensation. Luo Jing couldn’t help but notice that Chen Xin’s lingerie was much more sophisticated than her own. The intricate designs exuded a sense of maturity and sexiness, clearly reflecting a high level of quality and expense.

Seeing Luo Jing’s hesitation, Chen Xin smirked but didn’t push her further. She swiftly removed her own bra and panties, revealing a toned body shaped by regular exercise, though her mounds were not as full as Luo Jing’s. Luo Jing’s gaze darted around, unsure of where to focus. In a moment of distraction, Chen Xin pulled her into the bathroom.

Hot water cascaded from the showerhead. Instead of washing, Chen Xin pressed Luo Jing against the wall and kissed her. Luo Jing struggled briefly but soon melted into the kiss, her hands resting on Chen Xin’s shoulders. Though inexperienced, she found herself responding to Chen Xin’s passionate yet controlled kisses, learning as they went along.

Under the warm water, both women were drenched. Luo Jing gasped for breath whenever Chen Xin shifted their angle, her heart racing. Their wet hair clung to their faces, and soft, strained moans escaped Luo Jing’s lips. She was unaware of when her hands had moved to wrap around Chen Xin’s neck, her mouth feeling hot and inviting.

Chen Xin paused, her lipstick smeared, leaving both their lips looking disheveled and lustful. Under the water, she caught Luo Jing’s misty gaze, wide and shimmering as if inviting her to kiss forever.

“You little temptress,” Chen Xin teased, her desires ignited by Luo Jing’s longing look. The original intent of entering the bathroom was forgotten as she pressed against Luo Jing, kissing every inch of her skin.

Luo Jing let out a soft whimper, her hands instinctively moving to cover her mounds. But Chen Xin buried her face in Luo Jing’s chest, sucking eagerly. Luo Jing’s hands hovered uncertainly, only pressing her mounds together, making them more prominent and pushing them toward Chen Xin’s mouth.

Chen Xin took one of Luo Jing’s tender pink n*pples into her mouth, savoring its softness. As she sucked harder, the are0la puffed up, teasing her taste buds. Releasing it, she flicked her tongue over the sensitive area, drawing out delicate moans from Luo Jing.

After teasing both n*pples until they stood erect, Chen Xin kissed the corner of Luo Jing’s mouth. “How are your n*pples tastier than the food you cook?” she joked.

Luo Jing’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Don’t say such things,” she murmured, taken aback by Chen Xin’s boldness.

But Chen Xin was serious. “Put your leg up here,” she instructed, guiding Luo Jing to rest one foot on the edge of the bathtub, exposing her most intimate area.

The glistening opening was a mix of water and her own ar0usal. Chen Xin knelt before her, pulling her hand away from her mouth. “Spread it open like this,” she guided. “Yes, just like that. You’re doing so well. I can see everything clearly.”

“Don’t say that,” Luo Jing pleaded, her heart racing. Despite her embarrassment, she complied, exposing herself to Chen Xin’s gaze.

Chen Xin fell silent, her mouth now busy. She gently licked Luo Jing’s cl!toris, teasing the sensitive bud and sending waves of pleasure through her.

“No, don’t lick!” Luo Jing gasped, startled, trying to lower her leg. But Chen Xin blocked her, gripping her soft curves and holding her in place, her fingers sinking into Luo Jing’s flesh.

Luo Jing had never imagined someone would touch her like this. Her face burned, but her body responded eagerly. As Chen Xin explored, Luo Jing’s ar0usal grew, her body craving more.

Chen Xin thought about how much Luo Jing enjoyed being teased, more than she realized. She needed to secure Luo Jing’s loyalty, ensuring that their connection deepened.

Lost in her thoughts, Chen Xin continued her ministrations, bringing Luo Jing closer to peak. Her tongue worked wonders, massaging the small fold and pressing against the erect cl!toris, eliciting gasps and moans.

Luo Jing squirmed, her hips moving instinctively. The showerhead turned off as her movements bumped against it, leaving the bathroom filled with the sound of her pleasure.

Desperate cries escaped Luo Jing as she approached her peak, trembling and gasping. Chen Xin didn’t relent, pushing her to cry out and surrender completely.

“President Chen…” Luo Jing moaned, her voice soft and pleading. She slid down, landing in Chen Xin’s arms, breathless and dazed.

Chen Xin turned Luo Jing’s face toward her, satisfied to see tears glistening on her cheeks. She leaned down and kissed her deeply.

Feeling utterly pleased, Chen Xin lifted Luo Jing onto the bathroom counter. “Wait here,” she instructed, wrapping a towel around herself before stepping out of the bathroom.

Luo Jing waited, curiosity mingling with uncertainty. Soon, Chen Xin returned, holding something in her hand.

“I remembered I bought this before,” she said, a sly smile on her face.

Luo Jing’s heart sank as she realized what it was. It was a brand-new razor.