After Being Betrayed by Bai Yueguang, She Said She Wanted to Keep Me as a Mistress (Pure Yuri) - 10 The Inappropriate Collar [H]

10 The Inappropriate Collar [H] 

“Can we do it with a collar?” 

Zhou Pinyue looked at the pink collar with soft, fuzzy padding. She raised one eyebrow suspiciously. 

Was it really for a dog? 

“It was for Benben. But it’s way too big. Returning it wasn’t worth it, so it’s been sitting around.” 

“Do dog collars usually look like this?” 

And worth it? 

“Don’t they?” 

Cheng Yafei feigned innocence. She then raised her brows, opened the collar, and slowly placed it around Zhou Pinyue’s neck to check the fit. 

“Hm! It’s perfect.” 

Honestly, trying it wasn’t out of the question. 

“Anything else besides this?” 

“I can ask for more? Then, can you wear this?” 

Cheng Yafei stepped away and returned with a loose white shirt. 

Zhou Pinyue got what kind of image she wanted. 

“And underwear?” 

“No requirements. Your own is fine.” 

“Alright, alright, can I shower now?” 

“Uh, one more thing…” 

“Can you not trap me against the sink first?” 

“Oh, sorry!” 

The sink’s edge dug into her waist, painful. Zhou Pinyue sighed. She rubbed the flesh near her spine. 

Cheng Yafei stepped back, arms crossed. She was hesitating. 

“So, what’s the thing?” 

“Are you… still mad?” 

“When was I mad?” 

“About yesterday.” 

“Would someone mad agree to wear this?” 

That said, she believed even if furious, she’d accept for random tips. Once, with a commission, the client kept changing demands. She had to revise four times past the agreed “max two.” She was ready to curse. But they doubled the pay. It quickly turned her complaints into “Sure, baby, I’ll get it done tonight~” 

Since then, she identified as a money-grubber. 

“Good you’re not mad,” 

Cheng Yafei’s cheeks puffed. She playfully swung Zhou Pinyue’s pinky. 

“I really won’t kiss you without permission again. I’ll be good, trust me?” 

“…” 

Unbearable. 

“Got it, got it,” 

Zhou Pinyue said impatiently, closing her eyes. 

“I forgot to apologize yesterday for biting your tongue.” 

“Oh, that was kinda hot. And tongue wounds heal fast, no biggie~” 

“…” 

She shooed her out of the bathroom. She then took a slow, refreshing shower. 

In the end, everything exceeded her expectations. 

The leash hung on the bedpost. It was tugging her neck if she didn’t sit straight. 

Her hands and feet weren’t bound. But they were pinned against the headboard. Another’s torso was between her legs. She was unable to close them. Her hands scrambled for support. They were too busy to do more. 

Zhou Pinyue pursed her lips. She stifled the loud gasps bouncing in the quiet room, amplified tenfold. 

Minutes ago, in the dark, she heard, 

“Wanna try an internal orgasm?” 

It relied on indirectly stimulating the cl!toris. But finding the right spot was hard, and it moved. It felt impossible. Still, after yesterday’s harshness and taking her money, guilt stopped her from refusing. 

Foreign fingers probed downward. They scooped fluids from her entrance, spreading them forward. It soaked her entire private area. 

Patient caresses, kisses, sucks, licks—tongue circling her areola, fingers rubbing the small nub, touching the clitoral head. Overstimulated nerves turned pleasure into burning. 

Her breathing sounded like an asthmatic’s. 

Too intense, more torment than pleasure. Her head was dizzy. 

“Slower… I’ll keep shaking.” 

Trapped in a tight space, no escape. 

She hated this. 

The trembling spread unreservedly to the other body. It was so close, face-to-face. 

Hated it. 

“Shaking’s fine, I’ll hold you.” 

“No… that’s not it… *cough*…” 

The collar choked her trachea. She twisted, a brief cooling from the suffocation. 

“I’ll die… can we take it off?” 

“You keep moving, you’ll hit something. Gotta fix that habit,” 

The woman said softly. Her head was on her shoulder. 

“Plus, this way you can’t run.” 

Her abdomen clenched uncontrollably. 

“…I’m not running. I took your money.” 

“Even better, so happy!” 

“You talk too much.” 

—You’re the one who abandoned me. 

The sheets were a mess. They were soaked. Rhythmic squelches were drowning out the gasps she didn’t want to hear. 

Forget thinking—just s3x and climax. 

Almost there. 

s3x, climax, s3x, climax. Her mind reduced to those words. Zhou Pinyue opened her mouth. She bit the shoulder before her. Her legs were tightening. Their ribs grinded painfully against each other. 

Almost there, just a bit more. 

Just— 

“…Hm?” 

Why stop? 

Fingers left the swollen cl!t. They probed downward. 

Desire swelled messily, unable to escape. It was trampling her pounding heart, aching. 

“Can I go in?” 

A formality—she was already there. Her middle finger was nearing the vaginal entrance.  They shallowly dipped in and out, circling to stretch. Slowly, first knuckle, curved second, third, not fully in. But it was already hitting the end. 

Sitting shifted the cervix forward a lot. 

Foreign sensation, so odd. It was weirder than a tampon. 

“Think you can take another?” 

The finger teased inside. It was stirring sticky fluids louder. 

Climax, climax. 

If she could climax, anything was fine. 

Maybe her brain was truly blank. Zhou Pinyue moved the hand below. She pushed the ring finger in. 

The pleasure hadn’t cooled—any bit would do. 

“Zhou Pinyue, this…” 

“Harder.” 

The fingertip pressed inch by inch inside. It was searching. She cooperated like never before. Her entrance was squeezing out more fluid. It slicked down to her tailbone. It drenched their overlapped hands, sticking them together. 

Harder. 

This wasn’t enough. 

Though the spot was roughly found, the itching-through-boots pleasure wasn’t enough. 

“More…” 

“Harder?” 

The finger thrust upward. It was still not enough. The aching abdomen swelled like a balloon. 

“Not enough… feels meh.” 

“Still meh like this?” 

Looking down, she saw the lascivious scene between her legs. For better movement, Cheng Yafei lifted her onto her thighs, spread her roots, and resumed clitoral stimulation. 

Too intense now. 

She begged to slow down. 

“But didn’t you say it’s meh?” 

Burning, her throat parched. 

“Look at me?” 

“Yeah…” 

“Open your eyes.” 

Fuzzy stuff brushed her forehead. Zhou Pinyue looked up. She met those gleaming eyes. Physiological tears blurred her vision. The voice sounded like underwater. 

“Almost there?” 

“Yeah, almost…” 

“No good, I said internal climax.” 

It stopped again. 

Was this revenge for yesterday? 

The re-entry felt strange, more sensitive. The foreign sensation felt stronger. 

“How’s it now, feel more?” 

The fingers surged like waves. They deliberately made shameful noises. 

A bit more. But not enough. 

She grabbed Cheng Yafei’s index finger, trying to add it. Startled by the boldness, Cheng Yafei paused before resuming. She rubbed the spot inside. 

Harder. 

—Until I can’t think. 

Harder. 

“Ha… ah…” 

She stopped suppressing moans. It was as if shouting could aid the climax. 

The passage fully stretched. The membrane between the vaginal wall and clitoral nerves was thinning. It was making presses and rubs sharper. 

Though straining with unprecedented force for that stingy pleasure, no end came. 

This could go on forever. 

So close, just a bit more. What else? How else… 

Zhou Pinyue caressed her own n1pple. Her mind was chaotic. 

Still not enough. 

The water level rose only millimeters each time. 

As pleasure cooled, the cl!t was tended again; nearing the peak, it withdrew, repeating. Pent-up desire was unable to release. It was suffocating. 

Right, kissing—kisses. 

Her voice sounded foreign. It was shrill, like sobbing gasps. 

“Just a tiny bit more, don’t stop, please?” 

Forgetting boundaries and principles, she kissed the lips before her chaotically. The collar was pulling her throat. Her toes curled, fingers trembling. 

“Just once… once is fine, let me go, we’ll take it slow later…” 

She called the name of the one granting kindness. But she was only comforted with, “Soon, almost there.” 

“I know, hold on a bit.” 

Ears, stomach, lips—all sensitive spots weren’t enough. 

What was missing… 

“You’re clenching so hard inside.” 

Would she notice if Zhou Pinyue touched herself? 

Why couldn’t she? No rule against it… but it seemed wrong. Could she? She wanted to… 

“Still a bit off, right?” 

“Yeah, a bit…” 

They spoke, lips nearly overlapping. 

Besides the cl!t, nothing else to add. 

Touch it, even a second would do… 

“How about this?” 

As she moved, someone yanked the collar. It choked her throat. 

“Ugh…!” 

Breath stopped. After that instant of suffocation, it felt like being saved from drowning’s edge. The dam broke. Accumulated drops flooded out. The swollen ache was released. Stimulation rolled her eyes back. 

Pleasure shot up her spine. It was shattering her mind—climax, climax, more climax. Shuddering, she was pinned to the headboard. Direct cl!t rubbing was sharp pain. Internal pleasure was a dull, lingering ache with throbbing, swollen, hot rubbed spots. The passage contracted. It was gushing fluid. 

Black spots in her vision lingered before fading. 

Drenched in sweat, it was like finishing a marathon. She was utterly exhausted. 

“You okay?” 

Too tired to say “not okay,” Zhou Pinyue shook her head. She pointed at her neck. She was signaling to remove the thing. 

Once was enough—not her thing, felt life-threatening. 

Cheng Yafei grew quiet. She removed the collar. She just hugged her tightly, skin-to-skin, sharing breath, heartbeat, warmth, wiping her hands. She was patting her back like soothing a baby. She rubbed her scalp, repeating, “So good,” “So obedient.” 

…Kinda cringey. 

“Enough, I’m not a preschooler.” 

“That’d make me a pedophile.” 

“Retracted, retracted!” 

Fervor turned warm. 

s3x, s3x, s3x. It couldn’t dominate her clearing mind anymore. 

Zhou Pinyue still wanted to ask the mood-killing question. 

“Yafei, are you really scared of me?” 

Called by her name formally, Cheng Yafei blinked nervously. She answered after a pause, 

“No. Oh, you mean what I said? That wasn’t fear, just feeling bad…” 

Her dark eyes trembled. They were glinting in the moonlight. 

“Then why, later, did you stop talking to me?”

(Note: After this chapter, there’s an Interlude that you can buy with coins.)