The Crybaby Mistress GL - Chapter 11

Chen Xin produced a brand-new razor, and its sharp blade gleamed with a dangerous glint under the bathroom’s light. Luo Jing sat on the bathroom counter with her legs curled up tightly. She hugged her knees, and her face was etched with fear as she eyed the razor warily. “What… what are you going to do?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Chen Xin gently pulled Luo Jing’s legs apart. Luo Jing tried to shrink back, but the cold mirror behind her offered no escape. Her body quivered as she pleaded, “President Chen, please don’t do this. I’m scared.”

Chen Xin heard the tremor of near-tears in Luo Jing’s voice, and her expression softened in response. She had only meant to tease her, not expecting such genuine fear. To reassure her, she said gently, “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you. Just stay still and open your legs a bit more.”

Luo Jing froze, too frightened to move. She stiffly spread her legs while watching as Chen Xin applied foam to her private area and began shaving her pubic hair.

Luo Jing gasped, feeling a mix of shock and embarrassment flood her senses. “President Chen!” she exclaimed. With the razor’s blade so close to her sensitive skin, she didn’t dare move, terrified of what might happen if Chen Xin’s hand slipped. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice a startled cry.

Chen Xin shook the foam from the razor and continued, carefully shaving the remaining hair. She glanced up at Luo Jing with a faint smile and said, “It’s nothing. I’m just making you clean down there.”

Luo Jing’s pubic hair was sparse. To ensure a thorough job, Chen Xin asked her to adjust her position. She carefully shaved the fine hairs around Luo Jing’s fold and near her anus. When she rinsed the area with water, no hair remained. Luo Jing’s pubic mound was now perfectly smooth, pink, and soft, resembling a child’s skin.

Chen Xin couldn’t resist the temptation. “So clean,” she murmured as she pressed a kiss to the pink pubic mound, the sound echoing softly in the bathroom. She lifted Luo Jing off the counter and turned her toward the mirror, kissing her gently as she asked, “How is it so clean down there? Who shaved you?”

Luo Jing felt dizzy with shame. Glancing at her now-bare pubic area in the mirror, she covered her eyes, unable to look. “President Chen, how can you do this?” she whispered, her voice heavy with embarrassment.

Chen Xin, undeterred, pulled Luo Jing into her arms and teased her playfully. Without the protective cover of pubic hair, the sensitive skin of her pubic mound was fully exposed. Chen Xin’s hands roamed over it, rubbing gently until the tender flesh reddened. “It’s very sensitive now,” she said. “Make sure to apply some moisturizer later.”

Luo Jing, seeing her pubic area completely shaved, felt too embarrassed to argue. She nodded faintly in response, her face slightly pouty, which betrayed her displeasure. Anyone would feel uneasy after such an unexpected act.

Chen Xin noticed her expression and said, “Don’t be upset.” She spoke patiently while coaxing Luo Jing. Keeping a companion required such care, and she found it part of the enjoyment. “This is part of the fun. Look how sensual it is. You got wet again just from the shaving.”

Luo Jing’s face softened, and she was unable to counter the observation. “That’s because…” she began, trailing off. The shaving had been ticklish, and spreading her legs so wide made the cool razor glide across her fold impossible to ignore. The sensation had ar0used her, though she knew she couldn’t be blamed for it.

Chen Xin smiled warmly. “You’re so good, and I love how you look; it’s adorable,” she said, soothing Luo Jing’s unease. She pulled her back under the shower and applied soap to help her wash.

Luo Jing squirmed and protested softly, “President Chen, I already showered today.”

Chen Xin held her firmly and replied, “Then I’ll wash you again.” She began lathering a fresh layer of slippery soap over Luo Jing’s smooth, pale skin. Under the warm water, they shared an intimate bath. Chen Xin’s hands lingered as she massaged Luo Jing’s full, heavy mounds, reluctant to stop.

Chen Xin imagined Luo Jing noticing her shaved pubic area every time she used the bathroom or showered. The thought pleased her, serving as a reminder to Luo Jing of whose companion she was. It felt like marking her, a subtle warning to stay loyal and not stray.

Afterward, the two emerged from the bathroom, embracing like lovers in the heat of passion, not even bothering with towels. Chen Xin, eager to savor the moment fully, wasted no time. Before long, they tumbled onto the bed, their lips locked in a fervent kiss.

Luo Jing felt unsure how to respond but tried to match Chen Xin’s intensity. Her movements were awkward but earnest. This was her first time formally fulfilling her role, and she wanted to perform well, feeling it justified the million she had been paid. She wrapped her arms around Chen Xin’s neck and opened her mouth softly as Chen Xin kissed her, allowing her tongue to explore freely.

With her eyes gently closed, Luo Jing let out soft hums through her nose, and the sound teased Chen Xin’s senses. Chen Xin bit Luo Jing’s lip and sucked it into her mouth, lost in the thrill of claiming her, her mind free of all other thoughts.

Luo Jing, slightly dazed from the kisses, sensed Chen Xin’s eagerness to enjoy their intimacy. “President Chen, let me help you too,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I learned earlier. I really did.”

Luo Jing’s offer was so earnest that Chen Xin couldn’t refuse. Her heart fluttered with warmth, wanting to envelop Luo Jing completely. She pinched her cheek playfully and said, “Alright, then. Come lie on top of me.”

They shifted into a sixty-nine position, with Luo Jing kneeling over Chen Xin’s body. She gazed intently at Chen Xin’s private area, her expression serious as if preparing for a crucial exam. After a moment’s hesitation, she licked her lips and lowered her head, her tongue tentatively sliding between Chen Xin’s fold.

Luo Jing’s tongue lacked finesse. Though she thought she had learned from Chen Xin’s earlier actions, she quickly realized it wasn’t so simple. Her soft tongue was caught by the fold, and her exploration felt aimless, unable to find the right spot. She mimicked Chen Xin’s motions, sliding her tongue in an attempt to replicate the technique.

Chen Xin found it amusing. While not entirely without sensation, Luo Jing’s efforts missed the mark. Her small, warm tongue wandered like a curious animal tasting its surroundings, both endearing and comical. It felt as if a tiny creature was playfully licking her, evoking a mix of affection and laughter.

Chen Xin had anticipated this moment. “Not like that,” she said gently. “Lick here, softly, on this side.” The position allowed her to guide Luo Jing directly. Her fingers brushed Luo Jing’s tender fold, parting them to rub the sensitive spot slowly. Up close, she admired how Luo Jing’s vag*na grew visibly ar0used under her touch.

Luo Jing let out a soft moan, and her tongue adjusted to Chen Xin’s guidance. Trying to focus on how Chen Xin was touching her made her even more sensitive. Her vag*nal opening contracted, fully exposed to Chen Xin’s gaze.

Chen Xin continued her instruction and said, “Don’t look up. Lick there.” Her thumb rubbed Luo Jing’s cl!toris, and a drop of fluid emerged from her vag*nal opening, aiding the smooth motion of her fingers. “Just like that. You’re doing so well,” she encouraged.

That night, they never returned to the table of food. Instead, they remained in the room, engrossed in their “lesson.” Luo Jing proved to be a quick learner, and their gasps and soft whispers filled the air. They tried several positions, continuing until Luo Jing soaked the bedsheet again. Her voice was soft and trembling as she called out, “President Chen,” her body slick with sweat and on the verge of collapse. Only then did Chen Xin relent.

Chen Xin hadn’t expected to lose herself so completely in the moment. When she finally looked up, faint morning light filtered through the window. Glancing at the bed, she saw Luo Jing fast asleep, exhausted. Scattered near the bed were water bottles they had grabbed from the fridge in their thirst. They had hastily sipped and tossed them aside, leaving water spilled across the floor.

Surprised by her own fervor, Chen Xin ran a hand through her hair, feeling her arms slightly sore. She noticed that Luo Jing’s private area looked slightly swollen from their activities. Tomorrow would likely be uncomfortable for both of them, she thought.

With this in mind, Chen Xin went to the wardrobe to fetch towels to wipe Luo Jing’s body. As she opened the wardrobe, she paused, startled. Inside, she counted no more than ten pieces of clothing. She wondered what was going on.