A White Cloud (GL ABO) - Chapter 69 (H)

Tomb Cheng stroked her smooth curls.

The light brown strands now captured her attention most in the dark.

Shen Zhiqing didn’t lick or suck the small n1pple with force.

She used gentle touches, as if savoring cotton candy, each bite careful and deliberate.

Mu Mu was a girl too.

Shen Zhiqing remembered Tomb Cheng helping her through her first heat after differentiation.

The Alpha was painfully shy, even frowning with worry at the new growth between her legs.

“Senior, if it hurts you, bite me,” she had said.

She wanted to share the pain, but her worry was unnecessary.

Their high-match pheromones prepared everything, and with Omega’s heat in full swing, their union brought no pain—only pleasure and stolen joy ruled their senses.

Shen Zhiqing sucked and teased her n1pple, one hand circling her chest.

As Tomb Cheng gasped from her teasing, Shen Zhiqing’s palm slid down her skin.

Tomb Cheng’s figure stayed fit, not neglected after retiring.

The defined lines on her abdomen proved it.

Shen Zhiqing touched her waist, her subtle caresses stoking the Alpha’s desire, fanning the flames of passion.

“Zhiqing,” Tomb Cheng called, her voice hoarse with desire.

She used to call her Zhiqing, hiding her feelings behind “senior.”

Shen Zhiqing released the soft flesh, her slender hand grazing her waist and hip bone.

She untied her pants, looking up.

“Hm?” she replied.

No response was needed, but being answered felt fulfilling.

Every call had an echo, every act a reply—how could such feelings not move her?

Tomb Cheng’s eyes reflected desire.

She yearned and hoped, swallowing hard as she gazed down at the woman in her arms.

Shen Zhiqing read the longing in her eyes.

She leaned in, kissed her lips, and braced her hand on Tomb Cheng’s pubic bone, swiftly pulling down her pants.

The freed c0ck bobbed in the air, brushing Shen Zhiqing’s hand.

“Feeling uncomfortable, Mu Mu?” Shen Zhiqing asked, sitting up.

She shifted her hips, pushing Tomb Cheng to lie flat, then stripped off her own clothes.

Tomb Cheng stayed silent, swallowing hard.

She shifted restlessly, biting her lip, her misty eyes full of longing, looking pitiful like a puppy.

Shen Zhiqing wouldn’t call her a puppy.

Her Mu Mu was a gentle, honest girl.

Seeing her answer in her gaze, Shen Zhiqing shed her clothes and sat on Tomb Cheng’s thighs.

One hand stroked her c0ck, the other pressed its tip.

“Mu Mu, I’ll help you,” she said.

Tomb Cheng nodded, biting her lip, trying to control her body’s restlessness.

Usually, she helped Shen Zhiqing release her heat.

Now, the roles reversed—she needed Shen Zhiqing to ease her hunger.

Love-making should be a mutual need, not a one-sided pursuit.

As an Alpha, Tomb Cheng once dreamed their union stemmed from mutual love.

Now, wrapped in love, she couldn’t help but feel for Shen Zhiqing.

Their pheromones screamed their affection.

“Mm…” Tomb Cheng murmured.

She watched Shen Zhiqing stroke her body, saw her take the flesh-colored c0ck into her mouth, watched her tongue glide along its shaft, wet traces dripping from her lips—utterly lascivious and erotic.

God, if you must blame someone, blame me for coveting and tainting the moon.

Shen Zhiqing held the c0ck in her mouth, her tongue deftly teasing its flesh, her fingers tracing its raised veins.

As if by magic, Tomb Cheng craned her neck, unable to watch.

The burning heat in her body overwhelmed her with stimulation and pleasure.

“Zhiqing…” Tomb Cheng covered her eyes with her arm, her flushed cheeks radiating heat, as if she’d burn herself.

Shen Zhiqing tucked a stray lock behind her ear, sitting up, her legs straddling Tomb Cheng’s.

Her core rubbed against her thigh, her hand stroking the c0ck up and down.

Her lips glistened with liquid.

Tomb Cheng couldn’t tell if the clear fluid was hers or Shen Zhiqing’s—or both.

“Hm~”

Shen Zhiqing moaned, stroking her while pleasuring herself on her thigh.

“What’s wrong, Mu Mu?” she asked, twisting her waist, rubbing her softest parts against her skin, soft moans spilling from her throat.

“Hm… Mu Mu…”

“Am I making you feel good, Mu Mu?” she asked.

Her palm grazed the shaft, her fingers occasionally kneading the sensitive tip.

Shen Zhiqing deliberately rubbed her thigh, letting her feel her wetness.

“Hm~ Mu Mu…” she moaned.

Her fingertips scraped the c0ck’s tip, waves of pleasure surging like electricity through Tomb Cheng’s veins, deep into her skin.

“Zhiqing… Zhiqing…” Tomb Cheng buried her face in the pillow, unable to face her.

“Mu Mu, you came,” Shen Zhiqing said.

Her palm was slick with sticky fluid, her own wetness soaking Tomb Cheng’s thigh.

Shen Zhiqing collapsed onto her chest, listening to her racing heart.

“Mu Mu, you love my touch,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no doubt.

Tomb Cheng nodded, her voice husky. “Yes, I love it,” she said.

Before Shen Zhiqing could revel, Tomb Cheng raised her hand, revealing a watch with an embedded chip, used by the institute to monitor her pheromone levels.

“Take it off, Zhiqing,” she said.

Shen Zhiqing touched her wrist.

The clasp was simple, unfastening with a few flicks—a small act, yet it showed Tomb Cheng’s trust in her and their bond.

With Shen Zhiqing, her gland and pheromones found calm.

They were each other’s soothing balm.

Click—

Shen Zhiqing set the watch aside, holding her wrist, inspecting it closely.

Faint fuzz on the Alpha’s wrist showed slight singeing, unnoticed before.

Meeting her pained gaze, Tomb Cheng licked her lips.

“If it upsets you, kiss it,” she said.

Shen Zhiqing glanced at her, her tender eyes seeming to say, *How could you?*

Tomb Cheng smiled, raising her hand.

“See? It’s fine now,” she reassured.

“It’ll be fine in the future too, right?” she asked, seeking a lasting answer.

Shen Zhiqing feigned anger, lightly biting her chin, then kissed her wrist gently.

She looked at her, only her. “Yes, it’ll be fine,” she said.

In the future, they’d face every night together.

I’ll love you more than you loved me, Shen Zhiqing thought silently.