The Crybaby Mistress GL - Chapter 4

Chen Xin’s gaze locked onto Luo Jing’s pale, faintly pink fingertips. “Rub faster,” she instructed. Luo Jing’s nails, unpolished and neatly trimmed, shimmered slightly with the moist honey from her body. Her fingers glided between her labia, teasing her small clitoris until it swayed back and forth.

Luo Jing furrowed her brows lightly and murmured, “I can’t anymore.” Her breathing grew heavy, her private area contracting repeatedly as if on the verge of climax. Experiencing such intense pleasure for the first time overwhelmed her senses. She wanted to stop, unable to imagine speeding up.

Chen Xin, undeterred, leaned closer and blew warm breath toward Luo Jing’s thighs. “Come on, go faster,” she urged. “You can do it.”

Luo Jing’s heart skipped several beats. She bit her lip and quickened her rubbing motion. Her vag*nal opening tightened abruptly, releasing a flood of fluid. The sensation drew soft, alluring moans from her lips.

Chen Xin watched the young woman before her, toes curled and hands still moving to obey her commands. A deep sense of pleasure welled up inside Chen Xin. Luo Jing’s kitten-like moans filled her ears. Unable to resist, Chen Xin slid her slender fingers between her own legs, pressing lightly against her lips. She used Luo Jing’s actions to fuel her own pleasure.

Luo Jing’s knees trembled as she gasped, “It feels so strange.” Her legs instinctively tried to close, but her elbows propped them open, preventing it. The area under Chen Xin’s gaze pulsed, hinting at a more intense sensation about to erupt. Luo Jing didn’t understand what it was. Her vag*nal opening kept contracting, feeling sore and swollen, leaving her torn between pleasure and discomfort.

Chen Xin chose not to explain, thrilled by the discovery of Luo Jing’s inexperience. A university student unaware of an org@sm was like an innocent rabbit stumbling into the city. Chen Xin instructed her to continue, eager to witness Luo Jing’s first climax.

Luo Jing’s cl*toris, relentlessly stimulated, tightened to its limit. “Ah! Oh!” she cried sharply after one final rub. Her vag*na spasmed uncontrollably, contracting with soft, wet sounds.

Chen Xin’s voice came closer. “Don’t stop. Keep rubbing,” she commanded. Startled in the midst of her climax, Luo Jing hesitated, her hand nearly pulling away. Chen Xin was kissing her cheek.

Luo Jing rarely came so close to another person, yet she felt no aversion. The faint scent of shampoo filled her nose. Chen Xin’s warm, soft lips pressed against her cheek, possibly brushing away beads of sweat. Her low, feminine voice captivated Luo Jing as she spoke close to her face. “Keep going,” Chen Xin said. “Don’t stop until I say you can.”

The demand felt overwhelming. Luo Jing, reeling from her first org@sm, found it impossible to comply. Her position had shifted; her legs had closed at some point without her realizing. Her fingers remained pressed between her lab*a, barely touching her cl*toris, unable to move further.

Noticing this, Chen Xin intervened. She pressed Luo Jing’s fingers, guiding them to rub in circles. With her legs now closed, the sensation intensified. Luo Jing cried out, “I can’t! No!” Her body arched like a fish out of water, trembling, her mouth open in a panicked expression.

Chen Xin, breathing heavily, admired Luo Jing’s flustered yet enraptured face. Touching herself a few more times, she neared her own climax. The realization that Luo Jing’s wild response stemmed from her guidance made Chen Xin’s heart race. She buried her forehead in the crook of Luo Jing’s neck, letting out two soft moans as she reached her own release.

A sudden wetness surprised her. Looking down, Chen Xin saw Luo Jing, nearly fainting from shame. Fluid flowed from between her thighs, soaking the bedsheet and spreading into a large wet patch, unstoppable even with her legs pressed together.

Chen Xin raised an eyebrow, astonished by the volume of Luo Jing’s first squ*rting org@sm. Despite her protests, Luo Jing’s body clearly reveled in the intense climax, leaving the bed thoroughly drenched.

Luo Jing whispered, mortified, “I said I couldn’t.” She had no idea what the fluid soaking the bed was, feeling as though she had wet herself.

Taking advantage of her embarrassment, Chen Xin ran her hand over Luo Jing’s smooth, sweat-slicked body, which felt even more enticing. “After an org@sm, you should rub here too,” she said, lightly tapping Luo Jing’s pink n*pple. She instructed her to pinch and rub it herself.

Luo Jing obediently pinched her n*pple and rubbed gently. Her body, still sensitive from the org@sm, responded strongly. She let out a soft moan, her face showing comfort. The stimulation of her n*pple felt gentler compared to the climax, prolonging the lingering sensations.

Chen Xin then asked, “How did the org@sm feel? You were so comfortable you squirted.” She insisted Luo Jing answer honestly.

Luo Jing’s face flushed, her body exhausted. She continued rubbing her n*pple as she struggled to respond. After a long pause, she managed to say, “It felt tingly… very comfortable.”

Her voice was faint, but Chen Xin heard it clearly.

Chen Xin smiled. “So good,” she said, unable to resist kissing Luo Jing’s forehead and cheek. She found her newly acquired companion utterly adorable, growing more satisfied with her by the moment.

Chen Xin allowed Luo Jing to stop only after her n*pples, originally pink, turned red like small cherries. Tempted to lick them, Chen Xin reminded herself of her promise not to go further today. She averted her eyes from Luo Jing’s alluring body and said, “Go take a shower.”

Luo Jing lay still for a moment before sitting up. In a self-directed murmur, she said, “My stomach feels sore.”

Chen Xin chuckled softly and reached over to rub her stomach. “Did you release too much fluid?” she teased.

Blushing, Luo Jing hurried into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, letting the water wash over her, still in disbelief. I actually did this, selling my body for money, she thought. The experience felt like a dream, uncertain whether it was a beautiful dream or a nightmare. It was so wild.

Forcing herself to calm down, Luo Jing emerged from the bathroom. She spotted a bathrobe by the door and slipped it on, relieved to avoid moving around naked.

The bedsheet in the room had been replaced with a clean one. Luo Jing glanced at the bed, her heart quickening again, and quickly looked away. She turned to Chen Xin, who was flipping through a magazine on the sofa, her hair still damp and seeming not to bother drying it.

Luo Jing walked over slowly, holding the hotel’s hairdryer and a comb. “You might catch a cold if you don’t dry your hair,” she said.

Chen Xin glanced at her and shrugged, uninterested in drying her hair, as it wasn’t her habit.

Luo Jing dried her own hair, then noticed Chen Xin’s hair remained wet. After a moment’s thought, she couldn’t resist offering, “How about I dry it for you?”

Chen Xin looked surprised. She hadn’t expected Luo Jing to take such initiative. It didn’t seem like an attempt to curry favor, but since her paid companion was offering to care for her, Chen Xin saw no harm in it. She nodded and said, “Alright, come over then.”