The Crybaby Mistress GL - Chapter 22

Chen Xin always kept her promises to Luo Jing. In fact, she seemed even more excited than Luo Jing about their plans. That evening, to ensure they could wake up early the next day, Chen Xin restrained herself and only made love to Luo Jing once.

Early in the morning, Chen Xin roused Luo Jing from sleep. Luo Jing’s body felt soft and limp as Chen Xin pulled her hands, forcing her to sit up. With sleepy eyes, she glanced at the clock and noticed it was only seven o’clock. She mumbled, “It’s too early,” and flopped back onto the bed, trying to sleep more.

“Luo Jing, Jing Jing, aren’t you getting up?” Chen Xin asked. She felt an unusual excitement, almost childlike. As she thought about it, she realized she had completely missed out on the joys of dating during her student years.

Luo Jing rolled over, nestling into Chen Xin’s arms and acting coy. “Just ten more minutes.”

However, Chen Xin could not wait even ten minutes. She pulled the soft, sleepy Luo Jing into her arms and began to knead her body. Luo Jing relaxed, offering no resistance. After their playful night, they had slept without clothes. Chen Xin slipped her hand into the warm bedding, finding a soft n*pple and pinching it lightly. “Still not getting up?”

Luo Jing swatted away the hand teasing her chest and rolled the blanket tightly around herself to keep Chen Xin at bay. Chen Xin had been waiting for this moment. As Luo Jing wrapped herself in the blanket, Chen Xin produced a strap from somewhere. She used it to tie Luo Jing’s upper body, blanket and all, turning her into a helpless spring roll on the bed. Chen Xin then calmly peeled the blanket away from Luo Jing’s lower body, exposing her tender legs and starting to tease her.

It had been some time since Luo Jing’s pubic hair was shaved, but it grew back slowly. Now, there was only a thin layer of fine fuzz. Chen Xin could not stop touching the soft mound, rubbing it fondly before leaning down to nibble at it.

“Mmm,” Luo Jing squirmed, trapped in the blanket. She struggled until only her small face peeked out. Looking down, she realized a strap was tied around her waist, binding her hands and the blanket together securely.

She wriggled for a while but found escape impossible. Defeated, she gave in. “I’m getting up. Miss Chen, please untie me.”

“Too late,” Chen Xin said, refusing to let her go. With Luo Jing in her grasp, how could she pass up such a perfect opportunity? She parted Luo Jing’s folds and began to lick, wetting the entrance before swirling her tongue inside.

“Mmm,” Luo Jing’s sensitive entrance tightened, clamping around Chen Xin’s tongue. The slippery tongue moved through her core, occasionally sucking and teasing her small cl!t, sending waves of stimulation. Soon, her entrance began to secrete slick moisture, and its warm, wet scent enveloped Chen Xin’s tongue.

Chen Xin deliberately made loud sucking noises. Luo Jing’s face flushed with embarrassment, but she was powerless to resist. She could only plead softly, deeply regretting her decision to linger in bed and forgetting she was sleeping naked, leaving her at Chen Xin’s mercy.

“You didn’t get up when I told you. So disobedient. I need to punish you properly,” Chen Xin declared.

Luo Jing felt wronged. “But it’s only seven o’clock! Miss Chen, don’t!”

She saw Chen Xin reach under the bed and immediately sensed trouble. She had not forgotten about that box of items. Luo Jing twisted on the bed, trying to roll away, but Chen Xin pinned her legs down. “No escaping.”

Chen Xin pulled out a delicate pink vibrating egg with an unusual shape and a small tail with a hole in it. The egg was not connected to its remote control, hinting at its suspicious purpose.

Chen Xin set the egg to its lowest frequency, slowly massaging it along both sides of Luo Jing’s folds. The tingling, itchy vibrations made Luo Jing hum softly and gasp. Her tender folds quivered under the egg’s vibrations, trembling like soft tofu.

“It looks like you’re enjoying this,” Chen Xin said, noticing droplets of slick fluid dripping from the tight seam between Luo Jing’s folds. She had not even directly stimulated her yet, but Luo Jing already seemed overwhelmed with pleasure.

“No, mmm,” Luo Jing protested, but her expression told a different story. She was clearly melting with pleasure, her body going soft. Her legs spread wide on their own, and as the tingling sensation neared her cl!t, she let out soft moans. “Mmm, ahh.”

Seeing Luo Jing’s complete acceptance, Chen Xin pressed the vibrating egg against her cl!t for a short while. It was not long before Luo Jing was on the verge of peak, her toes curling as she surrendered to the vibrating pleasure.

Just before Luo Jing could reach her peak, Chen Xin suddenly turned off the vibration. Luo Jing let out a dissatisfied hum, her legs lightly squeezing together as she looked at Chen Xin with confusion. Her core pulsed, so close to 0rg*sm but forced to stop.

Chen Xin raised an eyebrow, holding the now-wet vibrating egg. “I said this was a punishment. Just feeling good won’t do.”

She then took a rope from the vibrating egg’s box, seemingly included as an accessory. Chen Xin pushed the egg deep into Luo Jing’s wet, soft core, leaving only the small tail outside. She threaded the rope through the hole in the tail.

Luo Jing could only watch as Chen Xin tied the rope around her waist, like putting her in shameful rope underwear. The rope was long, and Chen Xin did not stop at her waist. She wrapped it around Luo Jing’s thighs several times, pulling it tight until the fleshy area was squeezed into taut creases.

“There,” Chen Xin said, securing the rope tightly. She finally freed Luo Jing from the blanket, giving her tender bottom a few light slaps. “Hurry up and get ready. Go wash up.”

Luo Jing sat up awkwardly, feeling the vibrating egg sink deeper inside her. Uncomfortable, she said, “How am I supposed to wear pants like this?”

Chen Xin laughed. “You don’t wear any for now, of course.”

She pulled Luo Jing, who was sitting on the bed, into her arms and teased her further. “What, is Jing Jing planning to go out with the vibrating egg in her pants? So naughty.”

Chen Xin had planned to remove the egg after breakfast, but Luo Jing’s face turned bright red. She pushed Chen Xin away and scurried to the bathroom to brush her teeth. The object inside her made her walk oddly, her hips swaying and her full thighs and butt*cks crisscrossed with the black rope.

Chen Xin quietly followed, holding the mischievous remote control. The real fun was yet to come, and Luo Jing was still oblivious.

Luo Jing, unaware, was brushing her teeth. She had slipped on a bathrobe, its collar neatly folded, and her mouth was full of toothpaste foam. She noticed Chen Xin sneak in, looking suspicious. As if worried Luo Jing might fall, Chen Xin placed a hand on her waist, flashing a sly smile in the mirror.

“?”

Luo Jing sensed something was off and watched Chen Xin while still holding her toothbrush.

Chen Xin raised the remote control and, under Luo Jing’s gaze, turned it on.

“Ah!” Luo Jing’s legs buckled instantly, nearly collapsing. Chen Xin, holding her waist, steadied her and leaned in to nibble her earlobe, delicate as a pearl.

“You’re not allowed to take it out until after breakfast,” Chen Xin said sweetly.