The Crybaby Mistress GL - Chapter 15

Luo Jing usually never touched alcohol. Alcohol tolerance was something one either had naturally or developed through practice. Luo Jing had neither the natural talent nor the practice. The kiss from Chen Xin left her choking and uncomfortable, yet she felt powerless to stop Chen Xin’s tongue from entering her mouth, twisting and stirring.

Luo Jing finally managed to turn her head, escaping Chen Xin’s forceful lips and tongue. However, Chen Xin quickly grabbed her face and pulled it back. Their lips met again, intertwining passionately. Their four lips pressed together, and occasionally, their tongues danced fiercely.

Gasping for breath, Luo Jing’s mouth hung slightly open, finally getting a moment’s rest. Suddenly, Chen Xin went limp, her entire weight collapsing onto Luo Jing. It was unclear if Chen Xin had been sleepwalking earlier, but now she seemed to have fallen back asleep.

Luo Jing guessed this was how a drunken Miss Chen behaved. She would sleep one moment and wake the next, causing a commotion when she was awake. Since that was the case, Luo Jing could not waste the time while Chen Xin was asleep. She struggled to prop herself up, dragging Chen Xin, who was draped over her, step by step toward the bedroom.

When Chen Xin was asleep, her body was completely limp, making her difficult to move. After just a few steps, as they reached the bedroom door, Luo Jing let out a startled cry. At some point, a hand had crept up to her chest, kneading and pinching one mound while precisely finding a n*pple to tease and tug.

“Chen, Miss Chen,” Luo Jing called softly, hoping to rouse her. The kiss had already left her legs weak. If Chen Xin kept this up, Luo Jing might not be able to stand, and both of them could end up falling to the floor.

Chen Xin’s eyes were hazy with drunkenness. She vaguely knew that the person in her arms was her cherished little lover. Why else would she have kissed her so recklessly in her daze? Now, as the little one squirmed in her embrace, Chen Xin suddenly steadied herself with a burst of strength. She pulled Luo Jing, who had been supporting her, into her arms. Her hands reached around from behind and boldly lifted Luo Jing’s top, kneading her bare mounds.

Luo Jing did not understand how Chen Xin’s strength had surged so suddenly. Unable to escape, her mounds were fondled relentlessly. Still gripping her chest, Chen Xin carried her into the bedroom.

“Little cutie, let Miss Chen kiss you,” Chen Xin said, pinning Luo Jing to the bed. In one swift motion, she stripped off Luo Jing’s pajamas, revealing a pair of round, full mounds. Chen Xin lowered her head and kissed them eagerly, making smacking sounds. She looked utterly lascivious.

Luo Jing was stunned. She had not expected the usually composed and mature Chen Xin to have this playful side. But soon, the rising pleasure from her chest stole her attention. Her body softened as she wrapped her arms around Chen Xin’s head, letting her ravish her mounds. The faint smell of alcohol seemed to seep into Luo Jing, making her feel lightheaded.

Chen Xin, like a child, played with her mounds for over ten minutes before running out of energy. Her head tilted, collapsing onto Luo Jing’s chest while her mouth still latched onto a pink, erect n*pple. The slow-burning pleasure came to an abrupt halt. Luo Jing felt a mix of amusement and frustration as she rolled over, flipping Chen Xin onto the bed. She wriggled out from under her like a little worm and went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of hot water.

As she undressed Chen Xin, she heard her muttering drunkenly. The words were slurred and incomprehensible, and some grumbling sounds seemed like complaints. Luo Jing smiled as she lowered her head to remove the alcohol-soaked clothes piece by piece. She took a hot towel and wiped Chen Xin’s face gently.

“Hmm, who’s that?” Chen Xin felt the warmth on her face, and her features relaxed as she mumbled vaguely.

Luo Jing, as if soothing a child, replied, “No one else. It’s me, Luo Jing.”

“Luo Jing,” Chen Xin said, her eyes opening a sliver. Upon seeing Luo Jing, she stirred again. Ignoring her half-wiped body, she pulled Luo Jing close and said, “Didn’t we leave things unfinished? You can’t run away.”

Luo Jing nearly burst out laughing. How could Chen Xin be so adorable when drunk? This time, Chen Xin seemed much more awake after having her face wiped. Seeing Luo Jing smiling beneath her, perhaps for the first time, made Chen Xin find her even more lovable. She leaned down and peppered Luo Jing’s cheeks with kisses, insisting that Luo Jing call her President Chen. She resembled a domineering, lustful executive as her hands roamed over Luo Jing’s soft mounds, tugging at her n*pples.

“Ah, President Chen, be gentle,” Luo Jing said, turning her head as the pain hit. Her n*pple was stretched long and pointed. Although it hurt, it also felt good, sending tingling sensations through her. Her voice grew sticky and sweet, almost as if she were resisting yet yielding.

Chen Xin released the reddened n*pple, her lips teasing it as she murmured, “So cute. Next time, I’ll use a clip to hold it.”

Luo Jing felt a chill across her chest and nervously covered herself. Thankfully, Chen Xin’s attention had shifted. Her fingers moved between Luo Jing’s thighs, teasing her folds and playing with them. She parted the folds, finding the slightly hardened cl!t and toyed with it, twisting gently. “Do you like this?”

The shameful words lingered in Luo Jing’s ears. She blushed deeply, bit her lip, and said nothing. However, her silence earned her a tug on her sensitive bud. That tender spot could not withstand the stimulation. Soon, goosebumps rose across her body, and her trembling voice admitted, “I like it.”

Chen Xin adored Luo Jing’s teary-eyed expression. She pressed further, asking, “Like it how? Tell me.”

Luo Jing’s eyes reddened under the pressure, and her legs clamped lightly together. Her voice was barely a whisper, but she answered honestly, “I like being pinched by President Chen.”

After saying it, she felt both shy and embarrassed. Another firm pinch made her cry out as she clung tightly to Chen Xin. Her eyes and her core were both wet. “President Chen, don’t tease me anymore,” she pleaded.

Chen Xin’s heart raced. Her fingers, coated with Luo Jing’s slickness, rubbed back and forth over her folds. She suddenly wanted to know how warm and soft that tight entrance would feel. Just imagining her fingers enveloped so snugly made her mouth dry.

Her fingers reached the wet entrance, untouched until now, yet already pulsing and slick. As one finger slipped inside and stirred gently, Luo Jing let out a soft hum of discomfort. “It hurts a little,” she said.

Luo Jing was not used to the sensation of being entered and could not yet find pleasure in it.

Chen Xin, however, found it warm and inviting. The inner walls, visited for the first time, were as shy as Luo Jing, pushing and squeezing against her finger as if to expel it while clinging tightly, soft and unyielding.

“I want to go deeper,” Chen Xin said, almost entranced. In her thirties, she still felt the thrill and nervousness of a teenager driven by desire. “Luo Jing, will you give me your first time?”

As she spoke, she kissed Luo Jing’s lips while her finger gently curled inside the tight, tender space. Even one finger could barely move, yet she yearned to explore more and feel that warmth.

Luo Jing’s eyes widened slightly at Chen Xin’s request. She felt Chen Xin’s urgent probing inside her. To her surprise, her body, which had been bought for a year with a million yuan, was being asked for consent so gently. This made Luo Jing feel that their connection might be more than just a transaction.

Her heart warmed at Chen Xin’s respect. Luo Jing had known from the moment she agreed to be kept that her first time would eventually be taken. Chen Xin’s soft request made her feel much better about it. She hugged Chen Xin and nodded shyly.