A White Cloud (GL ABO) - Chapter 24 (H)

Shen Zhiqing took off the silver-rimmed glasses and placed them on the bedside table.

She wanted to remove Tomb Cheng’s watch too, but Tomb Cheng hesitated and refused.

Shen Zhiqing asked her why.

Tomb Cheng thought for a second, then looked at the slightly blurry figure in the light and said, “It will stop me from losing control in time.”

That’s what happened last time.

The doctor recalled the translucent state of her gland that day, understood the reason, and didn’t press further.

She straddled Tomb Cheng’s lap, knelt closer, and kissed Tomb Cheng’s lips, her face glowing in the light.

“Can you see clearly?” she asked.

Tomb Cheng wanted to say it was fine, that she could see clearly up close or when the light was dimmed, but she didn’t.

Instead, she followed Shen Zhiqing’s lead and said, “It’ll be better with the light off.”

Her gland injury left a lasting effect on her vision.

Even with glasses, her vision corrected to only 0.8, slightly worse than average, far from the eagle-like eyesight she had before enlisting.

In brightly lit settings, objects blurred even more.

Shen Zhiqing turned off the light, and the room plunged into darkness, with only the faint white moonlight slipping through the window.

“How’s this?” she asked.

The bed faced a floor-to-ceiling window with heat-insulating, light-diffusing glass.

Sparse white light fell on Shen Zhiqing’s shoulder.

In the dark, Shen Zhiqing looked like a lone white flower perched on a wall, catching and radiating light, pure and pristine.

When the breeze blew, her light shone into Tomb Cheng’s eyes, making Tomb Cheng linger for her.

“Hm,” Tomb Cheng murmured.

Shen Zhiqing sat back on her lap and smiled.

Tomb Cheng’s gaze stayed on her.

She watched Shen Zhiqing untie her bathrobe, watched her lean closer, watched her hands rest on her shoulders, watched her face draw near, until she felt the softness of her lips again.

Shen Zhiqing gave her a long, delicate kiss.

Alpha had never felt this sensation before, like soaking in a misty hot spring.

With each tender touch on her skin, every cell in her body screamed with desire.

In the soothing warmth, Tomb Cheng saw a different kind of moon through the dissipating mist.

Shen Zhiqing lifted her hand and shed her bathrobe.

Her smooth, delicate skin was suddenly exposed to the air, trembling slightly, though her body and bl00d heated rapidly.

“Hold me,” Shen Zhiqing said, taking Tomb Cheng’s hands and placing them on her waist.

Calloused hands brushed her slender waist.

Tomb Cheng gripped the woman’s soft skin, closed her eyes, and accepted the long kiss from above.

“Ss.”

Shen Zhiqing sucked on her lips, the faint coolness of Alpha’s body clinging to her mouth.

Tomb Cheng tightened her grip on Shen Zhiqing’s waist.

In the quiet room, the sound of their kissing stood out clearly.

Omega released traces of pheromones, enticing her.

She heard Tomb Cheng’s breathing quicken.

The hardness between her thighs stirred, pressing firmly against Shen Zhiqing’s leg.

“Touch me,” Shen Zhiqing said, her hands clinging to Tomb Cheng’s shoulders, lingering softly on her lips.

She rubbed her chest against Tomb Cheng’s, whose chest was flatter but firm from years of training.

Shen Zhiqing pressed her softness against her, guiding her to explore.

Tomb Cheng leaned against the headboard, propped by two pillows.

She traced Shen Zhiqing’s back, her palms caressing Omega’s smooth skin.

Shen Zhiqing trembled, using her tongue to pry open Alpha’s defenses and mouth.

Tomb Cheng paused in surprise, wanting to resist.

Shen Zhiqing held her firmly.

She tried to open her eyes but saw only darkness—Shen Zhiqing had tied a ribbon over her eyes.

“Don’t reject me,” Omega said, her breath shaking, afraid of being pushed away.

Tomb Cheng froze.

The ribbon carried a hint of coolness, tears swallowed by the night.

Shen Zhiqing reached to unbutton Tomb Cheng’s shirt.

Her tongue darted in Tomb Cheng’s mouth like a small fish.

She curled around Tomb Cheng’s hesitant tongue, entwining them together.

Their lips and tongues trembled with emotion.

Shen Zhiqing guided Tomb Cheng’s paused hand to her chest, licking her palate, letting Alpha sink into her pheromones.

Her full br3ast filled Tomb Cheng’s hand.

Alpha instinctively squeezed lightly.

“Mm~!” Shen Zhiqing’s tongue quivered.

Omega’s pheromones weakened, tinged with fragile drops.

Shen Zhiqing twisted her waist, moving closer, breathing heavily with her chest rising.

“Yes, like that,” she gasped.

She pressed against Alpha’s earlobe, her soft breaths spilling into her ear, her tender, lingering voice full of encouragement and allure.

“Come claim me, make me your Omega,” she urged.

With her vision gone, Tomb Cheng relied on her nose and ears to sense her surroundings.

Her ears visibly reddened, shocked by Shen Zhiqing’s boldness, yet eager for what she’d do next.

As expected, Shen Zhiqing soon hooked her neck and kissed her, gently nibbling her tongue, passing her sweetness into Tomb Cheng’s mouth.

Her fingers slid down the unbuttoned shirt, grazing Tomb Cheng’s chest, teasingly tapping under her ribs, then quickly slipping to her abdomen.

The firm abdomen made her reluctant to leave.

She held Tomb Cheng’s tongue in a dance, tracing her bone structure, counting her scars in her mind.

“Mu Mu,” she called softly, using her other name, an intimate call that reminded Tomb Cheng of years ago when she called her the same way.

“Mu Mu,” she called again, as if she wouldn’t stop without a response.

She tried to pinch Alpha’s waist but failed—Alpha’s physique was too solid.

Tomb Cheng chuckled, her brows and lips curving upward.

“Hm,” she replied.

Shen Zhiqing’s hand reached her pants.

“So slow,” she complained about her delayed response.

Such a lively, playful, and petulant Shen Zhiqing was rare.

Tomb Cheng’s heart bloomed with fresh white flowers, her voice brimming with amusement.

“My fault, sorry,” she said.

Her words held no apology, only playful gloating.

“Hmph,” Shen Zhiqing huffed, scolding her.

The pants bulged with her secondary s3x organ.

Shen Zhiqing was glad she’d covered Tomb Cheng’s eyes, hiding her greedy gaze.

She had an Omega’s innate reserve too.

Tomb Cheng held her waist, helping remove the pants.

She thought Shen Zhiqing would follow her usual pattern—gripping her organ, guiding it to her entrance, sitting down, and sweetly urging her to move.

But that was just her assumption.

Shen Zhiqing held the freed organ in her hand.

Something cold touched it, startling Tomb Cheng with a shiver.

Shen Zhiqing kissed her lips soothingly.

“Mu Mu, don’t move,” she said.

Before Tomb Cheng could react, a secret, thrilling image flashed in her mind.