A White Cloud (GL ABO) - Chapter 70 (H)

The two tangled from the bed to the window.

Tomb Cheng leaned against the small desk’s edge, her body tilted.

Shen Zhiqing pressed against her chest.

Naked, they nestled in this corner, kissing devoutly under the night’s witness.

It was May, and their quiet street, nestled in the city’s bustle, housed mostly elderly residents and young interns from the hospital or institute.

At night, every home closed its doors and windows, living private lives.

Tomb Cheng’s half-open window posed no issue.

Cool night breezes occasionally drifted in, and they warmed each other with body heat.

The floor’s trash bin held two used condoms.

Light home clothes lay scattered at the bed’s foot.

Tomb Cheng reached out, grabbing a thin blanket.

“Cold?” she asked, wrapping the blanket around them, worried about a chill.

Shen Zhiqing shook her head, her leg hooked around her waist swaying slightly.

“Not cold,” she said.

The small desk held Tomb Cheng’s trinkets—dried flowers and shrapnel from her service region, a well-kept medal box.

Shen Zhiqing eyed her orderly desk, smiling.

“Mu Mu, do you have OCD?” she asked.

Everything was neatly placed, pens and notebooks exactly ten centimeters from the edge.

“No, just a habit,” Tomb Cheng replied.

Military training ingrained it, though she never folded bedsheets.

Shen Zhiqing’s eyes smiled, her hands fondly touching her face.

Her twisting waist held little Mu Mu in her pvssy, moving with gentle rhythm.

The aloof doctor felt lost happiness slowly filling her.

Shen Zhiqing twisted her waist, urging her faster.

“Mu Mu~” she said.

Soft moonlight bathed Shen Zhiqing’s brown hair and the blanket covering them.

Hidden in the night, they did the most intimate act.

Tomb Cheng kissed her forehead, her waist thrusting her c0ck in and out of her pvssy, stirring her second, breathing mouth as Shen Zhiqing sat on her lap.

Their joined parts were wet, white and clear fluids mingling and parting.

Her pvssy’s soft flesh clung tightly to little Mu Mu’s shaft, fine pleasure soothing both.

Each thrust and withdrawal tugged sensitive nerves.

Tender love fueled their burning passion.

Shen Zhiqing hugged her shoulders, lifting her hips as she withdrew, lowering them as she entered.

After a few times, their bodies instinctively synced in rhythm and force.

“Mu Mu…”

Shen Zhiqing’s moans grew long, feeling the tingling and intimacy within.

Moonlight fell on them.

Tomb Cheng watched her face, flushed with pleasure, sweat dampening her hair, a blush coloring her long neck.

She touched her lovingly, her voice soft like a breeze.

“Yes, Zhiqing,” she said.

In the sultry atmosphere, even their pheromones grew sweet.

Cherry and winter plum steeped in the same clear sake, they embraced passionately.

“Hm… Mu Mu…” Shen Zhiqing moaned.

Her rising desire drove her to seek more from her body.

Mu Mu, enter me.

Mu Mu, pierce me.

Mu Mu, mark me.

Her pvssy, giving and taking, began to contract.

Shen Zhiqing tightened her grip, pressing closer to Tomb Cheng weakly.

Sensing her need, Tomb Cheng surged forward, thrusting through her tight passage, enduring the constricting pleasure to explore deeper.

“Zhiqing… Zhiqing…”

Tomb Cheng’s hot breath grazed her nose, igniting her uncontrollably.

“Mm… Mu Mu… hm~ Mu Mu…” Shen Zhiqing’s voice trembled.

She hugged her neck tightly. “Shoot inside… Mu Mu,” she urged.

Under the night and moonlight’s witness, the Alpha thrust, releasing her hottest love inside her.

Her tightly constricting pvssy gushed a hot spring from its depths.

Two distinct, scalding fluids flooded her pvssy’s passage and the hard c0ck within.

Love and affection had warmth.

“Ugh,” Shen Zhiqing trembled, overwhelmed by the fullness.

Tomb Cheng held her hips tighter, her chin on Shen Zhiqing’s shoulder, her ragged breaths falling on her nape.

Post-passion, the Alpha’s urge to bite was a primal instinct, but resisting it without restraint showed her care for Shen Zhiqing.

Once marked by an Alpha, an Omega’s body would crave that Alpha’s pheromones, needing them during heat to ease discomfort.

Their high compatibility made Tomb Cheng’s pheromones better than suppressants.

Even without marking, their insatiable intimacy bred strong dependence.

Like an addiction deep in the bones—hard to quit, tempting.

Drip—drip—

Fluids from their union dripped to the floor, the faint sound stark in the quiet night, embarrassingly intimate.

Tomb Cheng withdrew her c0ck, the blocked fluids surging out, wetting their thighs and the blanket.

“You shot so much,” Shen Zhiqing whispered against her cheek.

Tomb Cheng flushed, her ears red, face hot.

She buried her face in her shoulder, muttering softly, “Don’t say that…”

Shen Zhiqing chuckled, stroking her head and ear tip.

“Then carry me to the shower,” she said.

Tomb Cheng’s place, unlike hers, had only a simple shower, no tub.

Exhausted from multiple rounds, they planned a quiet wash, but their locked gazes led to another entanglement.

“Come in,” Shen Zhiqing said, pressed against the wall, one leg hooked around her waist, the other on her arm.

She opened her body, accepting her entry.

Tomb Cheng kissed her lips softly, indulging in joyful acts with her permission.

…

The debauched night passed.

As dawn whitened the sky, Tomb Cheng woke from light sleep, a beautiful woman nestled in her arms. She recalled the night with Shen Zhiqing.

The love she silently poured out, emotions rising from the deep sea, warmed her heart.

Shen Zhiqing slept soundly, unaware of her stirring.

Her long lashes fluttered with her breaths, her relaxed brows serene.

Studying her, Tomb Cheng noticed a tiny, hidden mole by her temple, barely visible.

So cute.

Discovering this secret, Tomb Cheng kissed her forehead gently, her mood light.

Good morning, Doctor Shen.