The Crybaby Mistress GL - Chapter 35

Luo Jing couldn’t find the words to protest. Chen Xin grabbed her and dragged her back to the apartment, heading straight for the bedroom. She was ready to have her way with Luo Jing. To prove she wasn’t overthinking things, Luo Jing unexpectedly went along with it. Chen Xin knew the heart-shaped doodle didn’t mean much, but it irritated her. Since Luo Jing was being so cooperative, Chen Xin could not let the opportunity pass. She proceeded to do all sorts of things to her.

“You still owe me one request,” Chen Xin said. Luo Jing could tell from her expression that Miss Chen’s mischievous side had surfaced again. If she did not agree, she would likely be teased relentlessly. Reluctantly, she gave in. “Fine, Miss Chen, what’s the request? If I can do it, I will.”

Like performing a magic trick, Chen Xin produced a bundle of bright red rope. “Let me tie you up.”

“Huh?” Luo Jing quickly responded, “Miss Chen, don’t worry, I won’t struggle. You don’t need to tie me up.”

However, Chen Xin grinned. “This is for fun. Take off your clothes.” As she spoke, she began pulling at Luo Jing’s clothes.

Luo Jing didn’t understand how this could be fun, but having agreed, she consented to being tied up. She stripped down to her underwear and stretched her hands forward together, like a criminal ready to be arrested. “Go ahead.”

Chen Xin, however, had something else in mind. She had been thrilled the last time she made Luo Jing put her hands behind her back. Since then, she had studied professional bondage techniques online, mentally practicing on Luo Jing countless times. Now, with the chance to do it for real, she bound Luo Jing effortlessly in just a few moves.

With her hands tied behind her back, Luo Jing’s beautiful body was at Chen Xin’s mercy. A long rope wound around her, crisscrossing her front and digging into her mounds. The already full curves were pulled taut, making them stand out even more prominently.

Then, Chen Xin wrapped the rope around Luo Jing’s waist twice, accentuating its slenderness and making her skin look delicate and fair against the red rope. She lifted one of Luo Jing’s tender legs, binding her thigh and calf together to keep it bent, achieving a perfect look.

“Look,” Chen Xin said as she half-carried, half-supported the immobilized Luo Jing to a full-length mirror. “Doesn’t it look good?”

Luo Jing, balancing on one leg, could barely stay steady. Her hands and one leg were bound with red rope. The ropes across her chest looked like a woven garment, offering no cover but instead exposing her private areas. Unable to shield her chest even slightly, her bound hands forced her to arch her back, thrusting her mounds forward.

“Don’t make me look,” Luo Jing said, too embarrassed to face the mirror. It felt more erot*c than being fully naked.

Chen Xin, however, stayed by the mirror, urging Luo Jing to open her eyes. “Your mounds are so soft. My fingers sink right in when I squeeze them.”

Luo Jing peeked through squinted eyes and saw Chen Xin lewdly kneading her full mounds. The soft, pale mounds were molded into various shapes, sending tingling pleasure through her. Her eyes widened in shock at how pliable her mounds were, never imagining they could be shaped like this.

Noticing Luo Jing’s gaze, Chen Xin chuckled softly. She pinched both n*pples, tugging them until the round flesh stretched into cones. Luo Jing gasped as the pain in her n*pples mingled with a spreading wet spot in her underwear.

Chen Xin delighted in the thought that only she knew this lascivious side of Luo Jing. She teased the wet spot, making the dark patch spread faster. Leaning over from Luo Jing’s side, she licked the soft, pink n*pple with her tongue.

In the mirror, Luo Jing saw Chen Xin’s tongue teasing her n*pple, which stood erect almost instantly, eagerly seeking more pleasure. She thought, I can’t believe my body responds so readily to desire. Yet, the thin underwear blocked direct contact, and each touch only intensified the itching sensation. A rope ran between her legs, pressing into her folds, so even slight movements caused it to rub against them.

Chen Xin pressed the rope deeper, maliciously. The soft folds were trapped in tight underwear, and Chen Xin’s nails lightly scratched them, making Luo Jing squirm her hips to escape, though she couldn’t. The sight was utterly thrilling.

“No more,” Luo Jing pleaded softly, her cheeks flushed as if she were drunk. Even when Chen Xin stopped scratching, she couldn’t help twisting her hips restlessly.

“Don’t like it?” Chen Xin asked, lifting her tongue from the n*pple to look at her. Luo Jing said no, but her body clearly disagreed.

The untouched n*pple had hardened as well, and her body was unmistakably excited. Luo Jing glanced at the mirror and then lowered her head. “I don’t want to look in the mirror.” It was too embarrassing.

Seeing her genuine shyness, Chen Xin carried her to the bed. Lying down with one leg still bent, Luo Jing’s soaked underwear was fully exposed. Chen Xin pulled out a pair of scissors and moved toward her legs, startling Luo Jing, who rolled to the other side of the bed.

“Come back,” Chen Xin said, amused by her frightened reaction. “Would I hurt you? Why are you so scared?”

The glint of the scissors made Luo Jing nervous. Chen Xin explained that she needed to cut off the underwear since the ropes made it impossible to remove normally. Reassured, Luo Jing stopped dodging. The underwear was so tight that there was no slack to pull, so Chen Xin had to slide the scissors against Luo Jing’s skin to cut it.

The cold metal made Luo Jing stiffen, and she let out small, animal-like whimpers. Once the underwear was cut, Chen Xin quickly put the scissors back in the drawer. “There, no need to be afraid.” She felt like a villain bullying a small animal.

Luo Jing relaxed when the scissors were gone. Bound and helpless, her emotions were more sensitive than usual. Chen Xin comforted her for a while before removing the cut underwear.

The underwear was astonishingly wet, nearly transparent at the crotch, faintly revealing the pink folds beneath. As it was pulled away, it left sticky threads that were not just a few thin strands but a thick, wet mess.

“Baby, you’re so excited,” Chen Xin said, holding the ruined underwear on one finger in front of Luo Jing. It was the wettest pair she had ever made, heavy with absorbed moisture, dangling from Chen Xin’s fingertip.

Luo Jing turned her flushed face away, her folds tightening around the embedded rope as her hips subtly twisted.

“It seems Jing Jing enjoys this kind of play,” Chen Xin said, pleased to see Luo Jing so ar0used. They could explore more games like this in the future. With that thought, she reached for the box under the bed.

Luo Jing pouted at Chen Xin’s busy preparations. “I only agreed to let Miss Chen tie me up.” It seemed like more new things were coming.

“I just want our Luo Jing to feel even better,” Chen Xin said as she pulled out several soft, jelly-like strips. Each strip was about a finger thick, with different shapes and colors. Some were smooth, others spiral, and some had small bumps, all in tender shades of red, yellow, green, and blue. She held five or six, their slim shapes seeming harmless.

Holding a bumpy one, Chen Xin coaxed, “Don’t you want to feel even better, Luo Jing?”

Staring at the pink jelly strip, Luo Jing swallowed hard, feeling her entrance grow wetter. Her lips pursed before she whispered, “Yes.”