The Crybaby Mistress GL - Chapter 16

Luo Jing lay on the bed with her legs slightly parted. Chen Xin did not ask her to strike any bold or embarrassing poses today. Instead, their bodies pressed closely together, making them seem to merge into one on the bed.

“Luo Jing, Luo Jing,” Chen Xin called her name, her voice soft and pleasant. Luo Jing’s cheeks flushed red, and she responded with a gentle hum. Her arms wrapped around Chen Xin’s neck as they settled into the intimate moment. The room remained unlit, with only faint moonlight filtering through the window. Every few minutes, Chen Xin kissed her. The kisses were not intense but deep, their lips and tongues making soft, sticky sounds as they moved together. Each time a kiss ended, Chen Xin lingered, nibbling gently on Luo Jing’s lower lip as if reluctant to part.

The sensation of being bitten left a slight, prickling feeling behind. This experience was almost exactly like the lovemaking Luo Jing had imagined. She felt the intimacy of a tender lover, the inseparable kisses, the warmth of skin against skin, and the brief gaps between their entwined lips filled with their ragged breathing. The tenderness stirred her deeply. Her legs, wrapped around Chen Xin, grew more active as she rubbed expectantly against Chen Xin’s waist.

Chen Xin’s voice, whispering softly in her ear, was particularly captivating. Luo Jing could not understand how a woman’s voice could feel so sensual. “Luo Jing, you’re so wet,” Chen Xin said, her hand slick with moisture. She raised it, catching a faint, damp scent. “So slippery.”

Luo Jing’s eyes darted away instinctively, but from the corner of her vision, she saw Chen Xin playfully rubbing the wetness between her fingertips. Luo Jing nudged Chen Xin. “Stop playing.”

Chen Xin’s drunken haze had not fully lifted, and her eyes remained slightly unfocused. She suddenly chuckled. “It’s fine to just touch a little. I’ve even tasted it before.”

The memory of their wild moments a few days ago was still vivid. Not only had Chen Xin indulged, but Luo Jing herself had eagerly joined in. Thinking about it now made her feel embarrassed. Fortunately, Chen Xin did not linger on the sticky droplets at her fingertips. There was a beautiful garden waiting for her to explore. Her fingers danced down Luo Jing’s waist and stomach as if she were playing a piano. They paused briefly on the smooth mound before slipping into the soft valley below. “Can I go in?”

Luo Jing did not answer, but the fingers nestled between her folds felt her entrance tighten with both excitement and nervousness, growing even wetter. “Don’t be nervous, okay? It might hurt a little at first, but it will feel good afterward,” Chen Xin said, her cheek pressed against Luo Jing’s forehead. She leaned down to kiss her again, her tongue gently teasing Luo Jing’s sensitive palate.

“Mmm,” Luo Jing moaned as her palate was licked. Before meeting Chen Xin, she had not known her mouth could be so ticklish. The sensation was tingly and itchy, relaxing her body as she focused on their teasing interplay of tongues.

Chen Xin’s fingertips probed gently at Luo Jing’s entrance a few times. Then, while Luo Jing was lost in the moment, two fingers slipped together into her tight, delicate core.

“Ahh!” The sharp pain between her legs snapped Luo Jing back to reality. She cried out, the tearing sensation making her break out in a cold sweat. Her hands instinctively clung to Chen Xin, her nails digging lightly into Chen Xin’s smooth back, leaving faint scratches.

“Hiss,” Chen Xin winced, her back stinging from the scratches. Yet she urged Luo Jing to hold on tighter. “If it hurts, don’t hold back. Grab me hard. Luo Jing, you’re mine now.”

Tears streamed down Luo Jing’s face, one after another, as if they would never stop. A faint, metallic scent of rust filled the air. Chen Xin’s fingers were stained with beads of blood, having breached Luo Jing’s most delicate place. She paused, unmoving, as Luo Jing’s tight core gripped her fingers like a frightened child clinging to its only source of comfort.

“It hurts so much,” Luo Jing sobbed, her eyes red and teary, looking fragile.

“Shh, it’s okay. It won’t hurt for long,” Chen Xin said, her heart aching at the sight but also adoring Luo Jing’s tearful expression. She leaned down, licking the salty tears from Luo Jing’s face and kissing her softly. Luo Jing’s breath, wet and warm from crying, brushed against Chen Xin’s cheek.

With Chen Xin’s soothing presence, the sharp pain Luo Jing felt began to fade. Instead, she became more aware of Chen Xin’s fingers inside her. As she relaxed, her core tightened again, slowly adjusting to the presence.

Chen Xin sensed the change in Luo Jing’s body and gave a faint smile. “Good girl.” She began to move her fingers, keeping the motion gentle. At about two knuckles deep, she curled and pressed slowly. With Luo Jing’s entrance still tender from the new sensation, Chen Xin avoided thrusting. Instead, she pressed against the inner walls, letting Luo Jing experience a different kind of pleasure.

Luo Jing frowned and bit her lip, not quite feeling pleasure yet. The places being touched felt warm and strange. She murmured a complaint. “It feels weird.”

“Here?” Chen Xin had explored earlier with one finger and knew a sensitive spot lay just inside. She turned her fingers, finding it, and pressed her fingertip against it, rubbing gently. “You liked this spot earlier, didn’t you?”

“Mmm, I don’t know,” Luo Jing said, blinking as more tears rolled from her eyes. “It’s strange.”

Chen Xin could feel it, though. Each time she pressed, the walls contracted happily in response. A tiny spark of mischief flickered within her. If she pressed hard right there, Luo Jing might feel so good that she would cry and lose control. The thought alone tempted Chen Xin to tease her relentlessly.

However, she quickly calmed herself. This was Luo Jing’s first time. She could not be rough and scare her. She needed to leave a good impression. So she softened her touch, rubbing slowly, ever so slowly, until Luo Jing’s confused expression turned to surprise and then grew hazy with pleasure.

No need to ask, Luo Jing was feeling good now. Chen Xin smiled, continuing to stroke her gently. Their lips met again. “Does it still hurt?”

“Mm,” Luo Jing replied, her face shy. Chen Xin’s fingers worked magic inside her. Her lower abdomen felt warm and tingly, and her core pulsed with gentle waves of pleasure that traveled up her spine to her brain.

Luo Jing cupped Chen Xin’s face and, for the first time, kissed her on her own. Soft, murmured laughter filled the room. Luo Jing soon muffled it with her lips. The closed door could not contain the warmth filling the space. The night felt like a warm, sweet wine, brewing a heady, intoxicating sweetness.