A White Cloud (GL ABO) - Chapter 57 (H)

The strawberry, stained with moisture, shimmered on its surface.

Shen Zhiqing gently pushed the fruit’s tip into her pvssy, her hand stroking the green leaves.

The Alpha’s burning gaze felt too intense.

Shen Zhiqing, with cheeks flushed from embarrassment, deliberately acted calm, hooking her long legs around Tomb Cheng and subtly rubbing against her skin.

“Mu Mu,” she called.

The Omega’s voice sounded sickly sweet.

Tomb Cheng’s racing heart didn’t know where to settle.

Without her glasses, Shen Zhiqing’s beauty in the dim light took on a soft, ethereal quality in her eyes.

Tomb Cheng stared at her.

Her already soft, delicate skin glowed faintly.

An ambiguous atmosphere floated in the room, their pheromones long entangled, unable to bear the solitude.

The rising temperature in the room scorched their bodies.

Under Tomb Cheng’s gaze, Shen Zhiqing’s slender fingers toyed with the strawberry’s stem.

She applied slight pressure, pushing the entire strawberry into her pvssy.

“Mu Mu, I want to eat the strawberry,” she said.

Stunned beyond words by her actions, Tomb Cheng sat frozen, her mind a jumbled mess.

She waved her hands chaotically, her voice stammering, “B-but…”

“But the strawberry is inside my body, right?” Shen Zhiqing finished her sentence for her.

“Ah… ah,” Tomb Cheng mumbled.

Shen Zhiqing wrapped her arms around Tomb Cheng’s neck, pulling her down.

Her pale legs entwined around her waist again.

She tilted her head, kissing Tomb Cheng’s lips softly, lingering on her lip bead.

After stealing her warm breath, Shen Zhiqing panted, nibbling on her soft earlobe.

The Alpha’s physique was strikingly fit, but her chest and earlobes were impossibly soft.

With Tomb Cheng’s earlobe in her mouth, Shen Zhiqing breathed into her ear.

“Just take it out,” she whispered.

“Do it gently~”

Tomb Cheng understood the signal.

She pressed herself against Shen Zhiqing’s soft br3asts, slowly thrusting her hips forward.

The Omega’s pliant body fully accepted her.

The strawberry buried inside was gently pushed deeper, blocking their complete union.

The pvssy, filled with something unusual, grew even more sensitive.

Tomb Cheng felt the flesh gripping her c0ck as if it had a mind of its own, nearly overwhelming her urge to thrust.

In the tight, breathing pvssy, lewd and sticky juices flowed.

The liquid trapped inside softened the strawberry.

Shen Zhiqing, with a seductive sway, pressed closer to her, saying, “Mu Mu~ move a little.”

“Gently, don’t ruin the strawberry.”

“I don’t like that~” she teased with a breathy tone, speaking softly against Tomb Cheng’s shoulder.

The naturally obedient Alpha followed her instructions, restraining herself as she moved her hips.

In the wet, hot passage of the pvssy, she thrust shallowly, her motions matching the breathing of the flesh.

Delicate pleasure tugged at her nerves.

Shen Zhiqing obediently kissed her soft throat, her words of praise slipping out, “Just like that, Mu Mu.”

Tomb Cheng, momentarily losing control, felt the tip of her c0ck touch something foreign.

She snapped awake, her mind suddenly flooded with strange voices.

“Don’t come inside.”

“Don’t kiss me.”

“Sleeping with you doesn’t mean I like you. You’re delusional. It’s just pheromones at work.”

“I’ll never fall for an Alpha!”

A beautiful girl sat atop her, untouchable, saying words that hurt her.

Shen Zhiqing had never hesitated, repeatedly stating her stance without tire.

The memory of that delicate face merged with the woman before her.

Since reuniting, Shen Zhiqing had been indulgent with her, but the deep scars in Tomb Cheng’s heart hadn’t fully faded.

Tomb Cheng ground inside her body, using part of herself to feel Shen Zhiqing’s inner heat, as if only this could calm her.

Suddenly, she hit a wrinkled patch in the pvssy.

Shen Zhiqing’s moan shifted in tone.

“Mmm~ mm,” she gasped.

Mindful of Shen Zhiqing’s words, Tomb Cheng hadn’t dared to use force.

The gentle pace couldn’t quench the fire of desire within her.

Anxiety brought a thin sheen of sweat to her forehead.

Stray hairs clung to her brow.

She saw Shen Zhiqing gently brush them aside, noticing her thoughts but not stopping her.

Tomb Cheng targeted that soft, uneven patch, unconcerned about its fragility.

She pursed her lips tightly, determined to remove the threatening object.

The sensitive spot was repeatedly teased.

Shen Zhiqing’s arms around her weakened.

The thrusting c0ck unleashed havoc in her peak of desire.

The mounting pleasure softened her body, a surging tide ready to pour out.

The moment Tomb Cheng felt the pvssy quiver and contract, she pulled out.

Shen Zhiqing nestled dependently into her neck, the rushing pleasure spilling forth.

The strawberry, hidden in her safe haven, rode the warm tide out.

“Found it,” Tomb Cheng said, holding the strawberry up before Shen Zhiqing’s eyes.

Seizing the moment Shen Zhiqing’s gaze drifted, Tomb Cheng thrust her hips forcefully, plunging into the still-contracting pvssy.

“Mmm,” Shen Zhiqing gasped.

The sudden, deep, and fierce entry made her sensitive body tremble violently.

The intense motion forcibly stretched the pvssy.

Every inch of the narrow passage quaked in fear.

Shen Zhiqing’s body shrank, collapsing limply beneath her.

Tight, hot, and rock-hard, the c0ck filled her core.

Shen Zhiqing’s eyes reddened, tears soaking the pillow.

“Mu Mu…” she whimpered.

Her vulnerable voice snapped the last thread of Tomb Cheng’s restraint.

“Ah…” she groaned.

Suddenly, Tomb Cheng began thrusting vigorously.

Her powerful hips drove the c0ck in and out of the pvssy.

She no longer cared about Shen Zhiqing’s feelings, only wanting to unleash her emotions fiercely.

Past or present, she’d had enough of Shen Zhiqing’s teasing!

If they were already in this kind of relationship, why pretend to be so devoted?

She ruthlessly pounded her c0ck into the pvssy, gentleness gone, like the angry, vengeful s3x of their last time.

Slap—slap—

The sticky juices at their joining point made wet, smacking sounds under her unrestrained thrusts.

Tomb Cheng’s eyes reddened, and she turned her head away when Shen Zhiqing tried to kiss her.

“Mu Mu?” Shen Zhiqing called.

Tomb Cheng didn’t answer, her hoarse voice buried in Shen Zhiqing’s chest, “Mm.”

The person buried in her chest was clearly off.

Shen Zhiqing, suppressing the fire in her body, lifted her hand to cradle Tomb Cheng’s head.

Her fingers stroked her black hair, gently rubbing her scalp.

Shen Zhiqing released pheromones to envelop her, caring more about Tomb Cheng’s current unease than her own past fears.

Shen Zhiqing pressed her against her chest.

The Alpha’s thrusts no longer felt so painful.

She took Tomb Cheng’s hand, their fingers entwining.

Her voice soft and tender, she said, “You can do anything to me.”

“As long as it’s you, anything is fine.”