I Don't Want to Have Little Mushrooms with You - Chapter 2

Song Tai’s chest heaved as she panted, her breath uneven, her eyes wide with shock and uncertainty as she stared at the girl before her.

Pushing the girl away, the movie screen brightened, and the entire cinema suddenly came into clear, expansive view.

It was as if that fleeting moment of familiarity had been nothing more than her own delusion.

“I’m sorry, I got too carried away,” the girl murmured an apology, her head lowered, her round eyes brimming with guilt and helplessness. “Did I hurt you?”

Only then did Song Tai notice that the girl had the kind of soft, puppy-like eyes—slightly downturned at the outer corners, with clear black-and-white irises that radiated innocence.

Completely different from Qu Fengling.

Qu Fengling had beautiful peach-blossom eyes, their outer corners slightly upturned, exuding tenderness, her pupils so dark they almost shimmered blue.

Song Tai fixed her gaze on the girl’s eyes, forcing herself to break free from that terrifying illusion. Though she managed to console herself, her heartbeat refused to settle, and any desire to continue watching the movie had long since evaporated.

She had originally planned to flirt a little more—young girls were so easy, so naive and passionate, fresh and tempting. She had been in high spirits, but now, she couldn’t muster the energy.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Song Tai pressed a hand to her chest and cut straight to the point: “Did you book a hotel?”

The girl’s cheeks instantly flushed crimson. “Huh?”

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at a hotel near the cinema.

After checking in, the girl went to shower while Song Tai, already finished, leaned against the headboard, listening to the sound of running water.

Abruptly, her thoughts drifted to her deceased wife.

Qu Fengling had been utterly dull in bed. Every night at nine o’clock sharp, without fail, she would fulfill her marital duty.

Qu Fengling was gentle, skilled, and beautiful—there had been some novelty at the start of their marriage. But after three years, no matter how tender or proficient she was, the same predictable positions and the same face had long since bored Song Tai.

Besides, Song Tai suspected Qu Fengling was only gentle on the surface—in reality, she was a bit of a pervert.

Qu Fengling had a strange habit—every time they had s3x, it was precisely timed, as if she had an internal stopwatch, unwaveringly lasting exactly forty minutes.

Song Tai even wondered if her wife had some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder or was performing some bizarre ritual.

And forty minutes was far too long—Song Tai could never hold out.

No matter how sweetly she begged, her wife never relented.

Qu Fengling would soothe her gently, only to tease her into an even more unbearable state, refusing to let her find relief easily.

If she caught Song Tai trying to sneakily take matters into her own hands, she would deliberately pause at the critical moment, extending the torment as punishment.

Only when Song Tai grew restless, began to lose her temper, cried, or angrily bit her would Qu Fengling finally relent and grant her release.

The prolonged denial had led to many humiliating incidents.

Though Qu Fengling would always dutifully clean her up, carry her to the bath, and take care of the aftermath, Song Tai still resented her.

Eventually, Song Tai tried to refuse or escape, but she never succeeded.

She attempted to send her wife away, but Qu Fengling always returned home—and to bed—right on time.

Even when Song Tai used business trips as an excuse to put distance between them, Qu Fengling seemed to anticipate it, following her wherever she went. No matter how far she ran, Qu Fengling always found her.

She had even considered giving up on herself, pestering Qu Fengling for multiple rounds daily in an attempt to exhaust her to death.

Qu Fengling, however, took it all in stride, diligently satisfying her every time.

But after a week of this, Qu Fengling showed no signs of fatigue—not even a tremble in her wrist.

Meanwhile, Song Tai, who had brought this upon herself by willingly offering herself up, was left with aching knees and a sore back, nearly drained to the point of kidney deficiency!

Just thinking about it made Song Tai feel utterly defeated.

But no matter what, she was finally free now. With Qu Fengling dead, how could she possibly control her anymore?

Over ten minutes later, she leaned leisurely against the headboard, enjoying the sweet, tender kisses of a young woman.

The girl nuzzled her nose against Song Tai like a puppy, her skin still slightly damp from her shower, her nose warm and moist. Her movements were clumsy yet full of affection.

Song Tai gently touched her cheek and suddenly realized she didn’t even know the girl’s name.

She only knew there was a “Feng” in it, having overheard a colleague call her that. But she didn’t know which character it was, nor did she know her surname.

Softly, she asked, “What’s your name?”

The girl froze, surprised that Song Tai hadn’t even remembered her name, especially since she’d been working there for two weeks.

A flicker of disappointment crossed her face, but she continued kissing Song Tai carefully, afraid of being pushed away. Her gaze was reverent as she replied, “Qu Fengyue. You can call me Xiaofeng, like everyone else does.”

Qu Yue Feng?

“Which characters?” Song Tai frowned.

“Qu is the one with two ‘mu’ radicals on top, Feng is the character for ‘wind,’ like the sound of wind or a strong breeze, and Yue means ‘joy,'” the girl explained earnestly.

Song Tai’s expression instantly darkened.

Of all names, why did it have to sound so similar to Qu Fengling’s? Unreasonably, Song Tai redirected her anger toward the girl.

Her mood for intimacy vanished. She pushed the girl away and ordered, “Lie down.”

Qu Fengyue looked at her in confusion, unsure why she had suddenly become upset.

Song Tai had no patience. “Hurry up and lie down.”

Though Qu Fengyue didn’t understand what she intended to do, she obediently lay down, watching her with wide, expectant eyes.

Today, Song Tai wore only a long black dress that reached her ankles.

The outfit was modest and plain—part of her act to appear grief-stricken. After all, her wife, Qu Fengling, had died less than a week ago. Even the most indifferent person shouldn’t seem unaffected.

But underneath, she wore only a sheer, delicate scrap of lace.

It was a deliberate act of defiance. She refused to mourn for that woman, Qu Fengling. Not only would she not mourn, but she would also indulge herself with pretty girls.

And she would do it her way—taking the dominant position.

She had long grown tired of being controlled by Qu Fengling.

Leaning against the headboard, she pushed the girl away and leisurely lifted the hem of her dress, bending one leg.

When Qu Fengyue saw what she was wearing underneath, her face flushed crimson. Her lashes fluttered as she quickly averted her gaze, too shy to look.

Song Tai chuckled, her fingertip teasingly tracing the girl’s eyelid. She found this innocent reaction refreshing. “What are you hiding from?”

Qu Fengling, that dull woman, would never make such an expression. She would only sigh helplessly, pat Song Tai’s bottom, and tell her not to dress like that—she might catch a cold.

Back when they first married, Song Tai had still been eager to play around with her. After all, Qu Fengling’s face was stunning, practically tailored to her tastes—

During their first meeting, Qu Fengling had worn a beige knit sweater, her long, black curls cascading softly over her shoulders.

With high-bridged, deep-set eyes that hinted at a mixed heritage, her irises were so dark they almost appeared blue. Yet her demeanor was incredibly gentle, a faint, serene smile playing at her lips.

She looked just like the doll Song Tai had played with as a child.

Song Tai was smitten at first glance.

If it hadn’t been for that face, she wouldn’t have agreed so readily to marriage during their blind date.

But when Song Tai had gone out of her way to try something different with Qu Fengling, the woman hadn’t appreciated it at all—instead, she’d put on that infuriatingly condescending look, as if she knew what was best for Song Tai.

What a boring woman.

Furious, Song Tai had never worn such clothes again.

Now, her interest piqued, Song Tai pinched the girl’s chin and deliberately drawled, teasingly, “Don’t like it?”

The girl shyly lowered her lashes, her ears burning red, unable to speak.

“So… you don’t like me?”

Instantly flustered, the girl denied it anxiously. “I do.”

As if to prove her sincerity, her eyes shone with earnest devotion, her voice soft yet fervent, calling Song Tai by her full name like a marriage vow: “Song Tai, I’ve always liked you.”

“I love you.”

They’d only known each other for a few days—this was nothing more than attraction at first sight, a fleeting infatuation at best. Claiming love was absurd, but Song Tai didn’t mind hearing it.

Everything sounded sweet coming from a fresh, young girl.

Her fingers lightly hooked the silk ribbon as she murmured lazily, “Don’t I look pretty in this?”

“You do.” More than pretty—it was downright enticing.

Qu Fengyue’s breathing hitched unconsciously, her gaze fixed, unable to look away.

Song Tai had a great figure, though not overly slender. She sometimes complained about her legs being a little chubby, but they were beautifully shaped—smooth, full, and undeniably alluring.

Her skin was naturally fair, and the black lace, tied into a delicate bow, trembled slightly against her jade-like complexion. In some places… the thin ribbons had even left faint red marks.

“Then why are you avoiding me?” Song Tai feigned confusion, a slight frown on her brow.

Her fingertips brushed the back of the girl’s neck, her calf lightly hooking around her waist. “Don’t you want a taste?”

The words, along with Song Tai’s movements, were far too explicit. Qu Fengyue’s ears flushed crimson in an instant.

Teased to the point of mortification, and seeing that Song Tai had no intention of letting up, Qu Fengyue let out a weak, pleading whimper. “Jiejie…” Hoping Song Tai would spare her.

Only then did Song Tai relent with a satisfied smirk.

“Jiejie…” Qu Fengyue was staring at her intently when suddenly, the fabric of the skirt descended like a seductive net, covering her face without warning.

Song Tai settled herself, a hint of frustration in her tone as she commanded from above, “Hurry up.”

Caught off guard, Qu Fengyue let out a muffled, helpless whine as Song Tai took her seat.

……

The girl’s upturned nose pressed insistently through the thin fabric, deliberately nudging against her.

At first, Song Tai had intended to enjoy herself, but she quickly found herself overwhelmed, biting her lip in embarrassment as she tried to call it off.

“Stop…”

But whether Qu Fengyue hadn’t heard or was simply being wicked, she showed no signs of stopping—even gripping Song Tai’s waist to keep her in place.

At some point, the two delicate lace ribbons had been deftly undone.

The barrier of fabric vanished.

Angry yet unable to control her own reactions, Song Tai’s voice came in broken gasps. “Stop… no more…”

“Qu Fengling!” She couldn’t take it anymore, teetering on the edge of losing control, her mind blank, voice trembling as she instinctively called out that familiar name. Yet she failed to notice that the girl wasn’t angry at all—instead, she grew even more excited, intensifying her actions relentlessly.

Song Tai completely lost control. A surge of pleasurable electricity shot up her spine, her waist going weak as she nearly collapsed to her knees.

The girl’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her pupils darkening into an almost inky blue. She closed her eyes knowingly, and in the next moment, her lashes were dampened into clumped clusters.