Crazy (Lily ABO) - Chapter 2
Xiao Yuan leaned against the door, silently watching a woman with a slender waist and long legs comfortably occupying her office.
“Miss Xin, what brings you here today with so much free time?”
Xin Ruofan leaned languidly against the chair back, narrowing her eyes with a smile. “I’m here to talk business with the great photographer Xiao.”
Today she wore a deep-V, tight-fitting leather mini-dress, revealing her straight, long legs, looking both sexy and wild. “Aren’t you short of models for your photography collection? I’ll be your model.”
Xiao Yuan looked at her with slight surprise. “Don’t kid around, I can’t afford your rate.”
Xin Ruofan had become famous for runway modeling abroad at a young age. Although she wasn’t a supermodel internationally, her value still far exceeded that of top domestic models. Xiao Yuan had already splurged a fortune at the auction; if she hired Xin Ruofan, she might have to close down her studio.
“Friendship cooperation, no charge, but there’s one condition,” Xin Ruofan curved her lips, her smile meaningful. “I want to be on the same theme as Teacher Teng Lin.”
••••
The room was dimly lit, with countless scattered drawings on the floor. The quiet environment was hazy, and the scent of bitter peach pheromones filled the entire space.
Teng Lin slumped on the sofa, holding the white shirt she had worn that night, and took a deep breath, sniffing the faint tuberose scent. Her right hand rapidly stroked her constantly erect, pale pink p3nis, with a little clear fluid oozing from the meatus.
“Ha… ha…”
Teng Lin threw her head back, gasping for air, her hazy eyes fixed on the canvas in front of her. The woman in the painting wore a vibrant red dress, with deep-set features, a face like a peach blossom when she smiled, long wavy brown hair cascading down, and light gray eyes that seemed to hold fire, captivating and alluring.
Teng Lin felt like she was going crazy; the thread of her rationality was about to snap.
“Don’t suppress yourself.”
That night, the woman’s clear, moist voice was like a curse, gently striking her heart.
Teng Lin felt the p3nis in her hand gradually swell and throb violently. She roughly stroked it a few times, and a large amount of milky white fluid immediately spurted out, with a few drops even sticking to the face of the woman in the painting.
A sudden, urgent phone ring sounded, making Teng Lin’s body tense. Her heart pounded frantically from the shock, and the sexual organ, already flaccid after ejaculation, surprisingly became erect again.
Teng Lin took a deep breath, trying her best to calm her emotions. Only after her breathing stabilized did she answer her assistant’s call. Her head felt muddled, and she unconsciously mumbled a few responses before hanging up.
She stood up, and the slightly raised sexual organ between her legs swayed with her. She gathered the scattered drawings on the floor; each one depicted the same woman as on the canvas: red dress, smiling face, woman, semen stains.
She had ejaculated as many times as she had drawn.
She shouldn’t be feeling this way, but the more she suppressed it, the stronger the reaction.
Teng Lin gave a faint glance at the organ between her legs and chuckled self-deprecatingly.
••••
At three in the afternoon, Xin Ruofan arrived punctually at Teng Lin’s studio with Xiao Yuan. She walked into the reception room with a leisurely pace and, seeing Teng Lin sitting in the corner, winked at her.
Teng Lin hadn’t expected her to suddenly appear; for a moment, her eyes were full of panic, and she dared not let her gaze linger on Xin Ruofan.
Xin Ruofan put away her alluring look, nodded calmly to the assistant beside Teng Lin, and sat gracefully on the other side of the table. After some small talk, Xiao Yuan discussed the collaboration for the photography collection with them.
The painting “Bl00d Bath” depicted a naked woman lying in a bathtub full of bl00d. The scene was oppressive and heavy, and what made it special was that the bl00d in the painting was real. This unconventional and crazy painting style further solidified Teng Lin’s reputation as a “crazy person.”
Xiao Yuan wanted to recreate the scene from “Bl00d Bath.”
Teng Lin offered only a few suggestions and then said nothing more. Her gaze shifted to the woman opposite her; she was simply curious why Xin Ruofan was there.
Their eyes met. Xin Ruofan raised an eyebrow, a smile forming on her lips, as if she had guessed Teng Lin’s unspoken question.
“I’m the model.” Her fingertips gently rubbed the drawing paper on the table, her face full of confident smiles. “I will be the woman in your painting.”
Teng Lin stared at her in a daze, her heart trembling slightly. Suddenly remembering the scene of her masturbation in the studio, her face flushed, and she immediately averted her gaze.
Her lower body had already reacted.
The bitter peach pheromones in the room gradually grew stronger, and the smile in Xin Ruofan’s eyes deepened, subconsciously releasing more tuberose. Xiao Yuan and the assistant were both Betas and did not notice the two scents intertwining in the room.
Teng Lin felt her throat go dry, and her lower body was intolerably swollen. It felt like all the bl00d in her body was rushing to her heart. She hastily stood up, quickly leaving the room under the pretense of going to the restroom. As Xin Ruofan passed her, she suddenly reached out and touched her thigh, causing Teng Lin to stumble.
Teng Lin didn’t look back, fleeing the room as if escaping, and hid in the restroom. The gland on the back of her neck was already swollen, and the bitter peach pheromones instantly erupted, filling the entire space.
She pulled down her pants, and her pink p3nis sprang free, proudly erect in the air. Realizing she had been teased again, Teng Lin couldn’t help but feel secretly annoyed, yet facing Xin Ruofan, her body was always highly sensitive, easily reacting, and now it was shamelessly erect.
Teng Lin closed her eyes, clenching her hands into fists and digging her nails into her palms. She realized that her desires were no longer under control.