A White Cloud (GL ABO) - Chapter 17 (2)

Shen Zhiqing untied her pants’ drawstring, her small Omega hand sliding along her skin, reaching into her underwear, grabbing the hardness pressing against her leg.

“Mm!” Tomb Cheng’s back arched from the stimulation, nearly toppling them.

In reflex, Shen Zhiqing gripped the c0ck tighter, holding it firmly.

The intense pleasure made Tomb Cheng inhale sharply, “Hiss~”

The Omega toyed with it clumsily, arched her waist, offered her n1pple to the Alpha’s mouth, and pleaded sweetly, “Kiss me…”

Tomb Cheng steadied her, took the full br3ast into her mouth, licking awkwardly.

Shen Zhiqing smelled divine, her highly compatible pheromones mixed with a refined scent—perhaps her body wash or perfume, or maybe her natural fragrance.

Her soaked underwear clung uncomfortably.

Shen Zhiqing squirmed, rubbing against her, moaning, “Ah~”

The n1pple swelled under her tongue, saliva trailing over her body.

Tomb Cheng released it, licked downward, tasting her own saliva on Shen Zhiqing’s skin.

“Mm!” Her sensitive skin kissed, Shen Zhiqing’s body heated further, the c0ck in her hand growing harder.

The Alpha’s voice grew husky with desire, “Senior.”

“Mm?” Shen Zhiqing looked down, her hazy eyes rippling.

Tomb Cheng nibbled her skin gently, her voice muffled but clear to Shen Zhiqing.

She asked, “Can I kiss here?”

Shen Zhiqing forbade lip kisses but loved body kisses, as if they could quell her body’s heat and restlessness.

Her eyes misty, she nodded slightly, recalling an upcoming event, and warned, “No marks, Tomb Cheng. I don’t like them.”

The Alpha paused, disappointment fleeting, but Shen Zhiqing leaned to her ear and added, “But inside my body, you can do as you please.”

Tomb Cheng understood.

In hidden places, Shen Zhiqing wouldn’t refuse her.

So Tomb Cheng kissed her body lightly, leaving only fleeting breaths.

The heated Omega grew impatient with such gentleness, sensing the Alpha’s hurt.

Feeling generous, Shen Zhiqing slid off her.

Barefoot on the hotel carpet, she knelt before Tomb Cheng’s legs, looked up at the bulge, tugged her sweatpants, and said shakily, “Take them off.”

The obedient Alpha removed her lower clothes, presenting the c0ck fully to Shen Zhiqing.

“Very lively,” Shen Zhiqing said, smiling faintly, poking the firm c0ck, and praised it.

It sprang back quickly.

Tomb Cheng felt awkward, still a sixteen-year-old, unprepared for her second organ from forced differentiation, her voice shy, “Senior…”

Shen Zhiqing glanced up at the girl, who, despite their many encounters, still blushed.

She noticed Tomb Cheng’s long hair was messy, tied low, with strands loose at her temples and forehead.

Probably from rushing over, she thought.

“Mm,” Shen Zhiqing replied, her body burning with desire for the Alpha.

She gripped the c0ck again.

Tomb Cheng tried to speak, but Shen Zhiqing held her lifeline.

The Omega leaned forward, took the c0ck into her mouth.

“Ah~ Senior~” Shen Zhiqing had never served her like this before.

Tomb Cheng tilted her head back, clutching the sheets.

Part of her was in Shen Zhiqing’s mouth, kissed clumsily, cooler than earlier heat.

Why? She forgot her pheromones carried a chill, stolen by Shen Zhiqing’s lip kisses.

The c0ck stretched her cheeks, too large.

Shen Zhiqing spat it out, glared resentfully, but the Alpha missed her vivid expression.

Tomb Cheng loved kissing her, Shen Zhiqing knew, but she refused lip kisses, only kissing her when distressed.

Seeing the Alpha’s restrained look, Shen Zhiqing had an idea.

She kissed the c0ck’s shaft, a loud smack echoing in the quiet room.

“Hoo,” the Alpha exhaled deeply, confirming Shen Zhiqing’s thought.

Tomb Cheng loved her kisses.

For some reason, this realization sparked joy in Shen Zhiqing, which she blamed on her heat’s pheromones.

Encouraged, the Omega kissed the c0ck delicately, one hand holding it, the other on Tomb Cheng’s leg.

The girl’s skin was tender, her fierce c0ck the only contrast to her budding softness.

Shen Zhiqing licked, and the c0ck sprayed a white stream.

Unable to dodge, a small amount landed on her face.

“Senior, sorry, sorry,” Tomb Cheng said, flustered, pulling her up, wiping her face with tissue.

Shen Zhiqing sat back on her lap, dazed.

She hadn’t expected Tomb Cheng to finish so quickly, unlike her usual inexperienced but enduring self.

Wiping the sticky fluid from her face, Tomb Cheng, flushed, apologized repeatedly, “Sorry.”

Shen Zhiqing flipped her onto the bed, her heat-fueled Omega strength surpassing normal, her aura fierce.

She straddled Tomb Cheng, looking down, her eyes glinting darkly, staring unblinkingly, her slightly parted lips wet with ambiguous traces.

Like a queen surveying her domain, she raised her voice, accusing the cunning Alpha, “Why did you come? Did I allow it?”

Her sharp voice rattled Tomb Cheng’s eardrums.

Shen Zhiqing grabbed her clothes, shook her forcefully, her emotions wild, each word seizing Tomb Cheng’s heart, “From now on, you’re just a moving toy, got it?”

She looked down imperiously at her captive, who, eyes closed, inhaled her pheromones—once sweet cherry wine, now bitter and lingering.

Until Shen Zhiqing’s heat-fueled fever subsided, her strength nearly spent, she glared at Tomb Cheng, issuing orders.

“Come inside!”

The humiliated Alpha, face red, c0ck near bursting, shot all her semen into her body.