I Don't Want to Have Little Mushrooms with You - Chapter 23

Song Tai nearly dropped the chain in her hand, taking a step back in alarm.

She didn’t understand or care much about social circles, but that didn’t mean she was completely ignorant.

Qu Fengyue’s posture, expression, and words—everything before her—combined to create an unmistakable, heavy implication.

Qu Fengyue hadn’t expected her rejection. Her eyes flickered with hurt, and her voice instantly dropped. “Elder Sister doesn’t like it?”

Of course I don’t like it, Song Tai thought. She had no interest in such things.

Besides, she hadn’t even watched the video.

This reminded her of a former girlfriend, the one before Qu Fengling.

The girl had a sweet, docile appearance. Song Tai had met her at a book club.

Originally, Song Tai had wanted to avoid the blind date arranged by Song Xuehe, thinking this girl might have the kind of looks Song Xuehe would approve of.

But less than three days into their relationship, the girl’s true nature was revealed. Song Tai discovered a room filled with spine-chilling implements and was enthusiastically invited to try them out with a whip.

Song Tai: “……?”

Song Tai’s eyes widened in disbelief. She immediately broke up with the girl and dutifully went on a blind date with Qu Fengling.

Song Tai: “Alright, hurry up and take it off.”

The collar looked uncomfortable. She reached out to help Qu Fengyue remove it, but Qu Fengyue suddenly gripped her wrist.

The chain in her hand tightened, then tightened further.

Her neck constricted, her breathing grew rapid, and Qu Fengyue’s expression showed discomfort. Yet she offered no resistance, instead leaning close to Song Tai’s ear and whispering seductively, “Elder Sister can do anything she wants to me.”

The soft, breathy words tickled her ear, carrying warmth and a slow, coaxing tone.

“I’ll be very obedient.”

Song Tai should have dropped the chain, but she didn’t. Instead, she gripped it tighter, as if possessed.

This display of submission left her stunned, as if her innermost desires had been exposed.

Qu Fengyue knew all along that Song Tai only liked the way she obeyed her.

Yet simultaneously, she felt a sense of absolute control. Qu Fengyue had handed her the chain herself, implying that she knew and consented to being controlled.

Song Tai tugged sharply, forcing Qu Fengyue to rest her head on her shoulder due to the restraint.

Qu Fengyue tilted her head back to look at Song Tai, obediently resting her chin in her palm. She nuzzled against Song Tai’s hand, then suddenly called her, “Master.”

Master.

Song Tai lowered her gaze, a chill running down her spine.

A sudden dizziness washed over her, a giddy sensation born of overwhelming pleasure. The excitement surged beyond her brain’s threshold, causing a disorienting rush.

Her heart clenched and pounded, like standing on the edge of a precarious cliff, gazing down into the abyss. Fear and exhilaration crashed over her, overwhelming her rationality.

Her consciousness slipped from her brain’s control, now governed by her senses.

She still gripped the metal chain in her hand when Qu Fengyue suddenly cupped her face and kissed her.

The kiss was too hasty, too reckless. Qu Fengyue bit Song Tai’s tongue.

Stung by the pain, Song Tai instinctively tightened her grip on the chain.

Qu Fengyue froze for a moment, her breath catching in her throat, like a leashed dog. Yet she deepened the kiss, her urgency intensifying.

The tip of Song Tai’s tongue throbbed, numb from the intense suction.

Minutes later, Qu Fengyue, panting softly, whispered into Song Tai’s ear, “Elder Sister, I want to kiss you so badly.”

Song Tai leaned against the headboard, her breathing ragged and rapid.

Qu Fengyue buried her face against Song Tai’s chest, her clothes pulled up, nipping at her skin with a slight sting.

Song Tai knew she should push her away, but she didn’t. For once, she felt she could forgive.

Qu Fengyue’s breathing quickened, clearly sensing Song Tai’s unusual state tonight.

Perhaps Song Tai believed that having the metal chain in her hand meant she held the initiative, making her unusually tolerant, even indulgent, toward Qu Fengyue.

Qu Fengyue’s pupils dilated and contracted repeatedly, bursting with exhilaration. This indulgence thrilled her, fueling her desire to escalate.

A portion of the mycelia originally used for mimicking skin extended slightly, clinging to Song Tai’s soft, delicate skin like a drunken vine, rapidly climbing upward and wrapping tightly around her…

This brought her a sense of pleasure and satisfaction.

But it wasn’t enough.

Unconsciously releasing more mycelia, the clustered, snow-white strands eagerly sought to burrow deeper, into more hidden places.

“Elder Sister, I want to devour you,” Qu Fengyue whispered sincerely into Song Tai’s ear.

Song Tai closed her eyes weakly, dismissing it as merely an overly passionate declaration of love.

But it wasn’t.

Every time she saw Song Tai, Qu Fengyue longed to completely envelop her within her body, swallowing her whole like an animal devouring its prey, binding her tightly, leaving her unable to move or struggle.

If only she were an animal.

With an animal’s saliva and gastric juices, she could swallow Song Tai whole, digest her completely in her stomach, making Song Tai entirely hers, fused into one with her.

Then Song Tai would never leave her, forever belonging to her.

Instead of this—this was too slow.

Song Tai, unaware of Qu Fengyue’s thoughts and barely able to hear her words, tugged sharply on the metal chain. She desperately wished Qu Fengyue would slow down, be less reckless.

But it was no use.

Her resistance only fueled Qu Fengyue’s frenzy.

With a muffled groan, Song Tai finally broke. Tears welled up helplessly as she leaned against Qu Fengyue’s shoulder, tugging again at the chain.

The metal chain, wrapped around her wrist and ostensibly connected to the collar around Qu Fengyue’s neck, now served no purpose at all.

“Qu Fengyue…”

Qu Fengyue paid no heed.

Her mind reeling, Song Tai lowered her gaze, trying to grasp Qu Fengyue’s wrist to stop her.

But through her blurred vision, she suddenly noticed something coiled around her lower abdomen.

Snow-white, fragile, their tips converging into a dense, writhing mass, tendril-like, probing inward.

Mycelia!

Just like in her dream.