I Turned a Competitive Variety Show into a Dating Show - Chapter 35

Jian Zhi trembled violently, bracing herself to push away from him. But Pei Xu held her pinned, allowing only a slight arch of her neck before she collapsed back down. He devoured her softness, his tongue scraping against her tip with scorching heat, as if trying to melt her.

Already weak, Jian Zhi’s mind grew even more muddled. She lost all sense of where she was or what she was doing, her entire consciousness focused on the point of contact. Each surging wave eroded her rationality, leaving her utterly limp and pliant.

Her reactions dulled, her thoughts tangled, and she was completely at Pei Xu’s mercy.

With a slight pressure of his teeth, he heard a soft, seductive moan—utterly unlike Jian Zhi’s usual tone. It was like a feather-light hook, sinking into her heart and stirring a frenzy within him, the sensation spreading from her skin to the marrow of her bones.

The hand resting on Jian Zhi’s tailbone unconsciously curled, her nails tracing across her tender skin. Jian Zhi shuddered again, muttering incoherently.

Xu didn’t need to hear it to guess what she was saying—just drunken ramblings or insincere refusals. There was no point in paying attention; she wouldn’t remember any of it in the morning anyway.

Thinking this, Xu felt a pang of pity for herself, like a secret lover hidden in the shadows. She only received scraps of affection when the other woman was lonely, and after a night of tenderness, she was left alone again, secretly watching from afar, caught in a bitter struggle between hope and despair.

Fortunately, she was a sunny little puppy, endlessly optimistic.

Glancing up at the person beside her, Xu saw her cheeks flushed pink, her eyes rimmed with red. Tears welled in her peach-blossom eyes, making her dark pupils appear even more clear and pure. But those usually bright, sparkling eyes were now unfocused and hazy, radiating a bewitching vulnerability that made Xu want to tease her mercilessly.

Xu opened her mouth to call out, but her throat was dry and tight, and no sound came out for a long moment. The rosy, swaying figure before her reminded her of a ripe peach, shyly peeking out from behind a leaf, glistening with morning dew. It looked so soft and ripe that a single bite would surely fill her mouth with juicy sweetness.

Xu Shun seized the opportunity, latching on like a greedy child, repeatedly sucking and drawing out the sweet nectar. Her lips and teeth tangled and circled, as if she wanted to chew the peach to pieces and swallow it whole.

“Xu Shun… mmm…”

The soft moan, a blend of pain and pleasure, only fueled Xu Shun’s frenzy. Her bl00d seemed to boil, clamoring for her to devour this delectable honey peach.

Xu Shun’s eyes darkened. Her gaze, which had lingered at the elusive spot, probed tentatively until…

The sudden sensation made Jian Zhi flinch violently. She bit down on Xu Shun’s shoulder, letting out a series of fragmented sounds that filled the air with a humid heat, as if saturated with an invisible, thick lust.

Trapped in place, unable to advance or retreat, Xu Shun turned her head and gently nipped Jian Zhi’s ear. In a husky voice, she murmured, “Sister, don’t be so tense.”

Tears streamed down Jian Zhi’s face, large droplets falling onto Lu Xu’s neck and soaking into the expensive sofa. A faint blush spread from the corners of her eyes, disappearing into her temples, while her cheeks and the tip of her nose flushed crimson. Her expression was a perfect blend of three parts coquettishness and seven parts allure, leaving Lu Xu’s mind reeling, unable to distinguish east from west.

“I told you not to…” Jian Zhi sobbed, her tear-blurred gaze inexplicably seductive.

Lu Xu’s throat bobbed. “Should I stop, then?”

Jian Zhi let out a petulant huff. Even that wasn’t what she wanted. Lu Xu’s patience had worn thin; she now only wanted to break through…

“You… mmn!”

This time, the soft cry was tinged with tears, her voice even more delicate and tender, carrying a hoarseness as if scorched by heat, completely revealing her true feelings. Her lips protested, but her heart was only playing hard to get.

Lu Xu was willing to play along. A little dog should amuse its master, and if Jian Zhi didn’t mind, she could play this game with her for a lifetime.

A well-behaved puppy, after being obedient for too long, needs to express its emotions. Now was the perfect opportunity. Every future moment of intimacy would be too. Outside the bed, Jian Zhi was in control; on the bed, it was Xu Nian’s turn to dominate. It was only fair.

“Sister, was that on purpose?”

Xu Nian couldn’t get in again, her fingers nearly burning from the heat.

Jian Zhi looked at her, bewildered, her red lips parting slightly, but no words came out.

As Xu Nian’s wrist moved, Jian Zhi’s eyes widened. A tear fell onto Xu Nian’s lips, which she licked up, savoring the salty, wine-tinged taste. She wondered if other parts of Jian Zhi tasted just as sweet.

Xu Nian’s gaze deepened once more. Her hand slid from Jian Zhi’s slender waist to the back of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. She pried open Jian Zhi’s teeth with brutal force, showing no tenderness.

Fragmented moans were swallowed. Jian Zhi collapsed softly into Xu Nian’s arms, yielding completely to her demands. This rough treatment only intensified her arousal.

A dark glint flashed in Xu Nian’s eyes. Her heart raced uncontrollably, the pounding in her chest painful, her ears ringing. The last shred of her restraint shattered.

“Sister always manages to surprise me.”

Jian Zhi could no longer hear anything. The surrounding sounds seemed like the rustling of wind, leaving no trace after passing. Her mind felt light and airy, a pleasure born from within devouring her flesh, gradually numbing her to the sensation of her own body.

Like a predator who had long stalked its prey, once Jian Zhi fell into her grasp, there was no escape. How could she resist savoring such tender, fragrant flesh, such a tantalizing morsel, piece by piece?

Jian Zhi’s body was acutely sensitive, never able to endure for long. Such a constitution was one in ten thousand, but its weakness was glaring: she tired almost immediately. While Sister was still brimming with enthusiasm, she would turn to find Jian Zhi already asleep.

This time, Sister refused to indulge her. She stopped, but the repeated interruptions had consequences: Jian Zhi erupted in a small fit of anger.

Sister smirked, her lips curling at one corner. She gripped Jian Zhi’s slender waist, lifted her onto her lap, and held her there.

“What’s wrong now, Sister? Why are you so angry tonight?”

Jian Zhi’s entire body was limp, her waist too weak to sit upright. She looked down at the mischievous little dog from her elevated position.

“Naughty puppy.”

Jian Zhi pinched her, not too hard, but enough to make Xu Nian tremble all over. Xu Nian bent one leg, her glass-like pupils swirling with excitement, her face burning with a fervor that seemed to want to consume both herself and Jian Zhi.

“Sister’s going too fast. You’d be better off controlling the rhythm yourself.”

“…What?!” Jian Zhi’s voice caught in her throat, her body swaying as she nearly lost her balance.

Xu Nian smirked mischievously, seizing Jian Zhi’s hand and covering it with her own, slick and wet. She squeezed Jian Zhi’s hand, grinding her fingertips against it, making Jian Zhi tremble violently and arch her back sharply.

“I said… do it yourself. Can’t Sister understand? Do I need to teach you?”

Without waiting for Jian Zhi’s reply, Xu Nian grabbed the swelling flesh in her hand, exposing its vulnerability. “Sister, is your hand just for show?”

Jian Zhi shook her head, denying it. Xu Nian seized her hand again, guiding it inside. The surrounding flesh pressed eagerly against them, and Jian Zhi’s whimpers quickly faded as her hips bucked wildly.

In the vast living room, the sound of water shimmered, and the air hung heavy and humid, as if time itself had stilled. Every wisp of air carried a sultry warmth, steaming their bodies crimson and their breaths ragged and tangled, blurring the line between who was more consumed by passion.

Though clearly in a submissive position, Xu was the one in control. She gripped Jian Zhi’s leg with force, her slender fingers digging into the flesh, intensifying the erotic tension and adding a layer of intensity to the already charged atmosphere.

Her gaze burned with predatory hunger, the flames of desire surging beyond mere greed and fervor. Had Jian Zhi seen it, she would have been terrified. But now, lost in her own world, her mind clouded and unfocused, she could barely concentrate on anything else.

Xu tightened her grip, soft, pale flesh bulging between her fingers. “Lean back a little,” she murmured, “against my legs. Let me see everything.” As she spoke, she bent her knees, supporting Jian Zhi’s limp body and preventing her from collapsing.

Jian Zhi bit her lip, asking softly, “W-why do you want me to do this?”

Xu’s lips curled into a sly smile, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “To make sure you’re not slacking off, of course. You’ll do it for me, won’t you, Sister?”

Her voice trailed off with a languid, confident drawl, yet it was irresistibly seductive. Jian Zhi’s willpower had long been worn thin, making it nearly impossible to resist her enticements.

Giving her no time to think, Xu Nian grabbed Jian Zhi’s leg and pulled her down, causing her to collapse softly onto the bed.

“Good girl. It’s time for Sister to take care of herself.”

Xu Nian withdrew her hand with a pop, leaving Jian Zhi stunned. Her body trembled with shame as she avoided Xu Nian’s gaze.

“Still shy after all this?” Xu Nian teased. Jian Zhi stomped on her shoulder, intending to warn her, but Xu Nian seemed to enjoy it.

When Jian Zhi tried to pull her leg back, Xu Nian grabbed her ankle and kissed the inner side. The lecherous little dog then said, “Sister, will you wear stockings next time?”

Jian Zhi’s lips trembled before she finally managed to say, “No.”

Xu Nian chuckled softly, pressing Jian Zhi’s foot against her chest. “Deliberately stalling won’t work, Sister. You have to play until you come yourself.”

Jian Zhi’s entire body shook, her lower body trembling particularly violently. After a long struggle, she could only stare at Xu Nian with tear-filled eyes.

Xu Nian raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong, Sister?”

“Bad little dog,” Jian Zhi muttered, turning her face away. She shakily tried to get off the bed, but Xu Nian bit the tender flesh of her calf, immediately halting her struggle. Jian Zhi glared at her with furious, watery eyes.

“How am I supposed to know if you don’t tell me? Little dogs are so dense; their masters need to be explicit.”

Jian Zhi bit her lip, her gaze a mix of reproach, shyness, and a hint of proud stubbornness. She nearly drove Baixu to madness.

The standoff ended with Baixu’s defeat. She took the initiative, wrapping her arms around Jian Zhi’s slender waist and lifting her into her arms, pressing her face against the delicate, luminous skin.

“Sister,” Baixu murmured, “lean forward a little more and sit down.”

Jian Zhi’s heart recoiled. She would rather die than assume such a humiliating position. But Baixu’s arms were strong and relentless, pinning her down as she pressed her lips and tongue against hers. The sudden force made Jian Zhi’s bones go weak, and she sank down exactly as Baixu had instructed.

Jian Zhi whimpered, desperate to escape, but Baixu held her captive. “Don’t you like it?” she teased. “But this place says otherwise.”

She deliberately teased with her tongue, silencing Jian Zhi. With a soft gasp, Jian Zhi arched her neck back, her body tilting backward as well. Her slender, pale legs twitched slightly, the taut muscles visible beneath her skin.

Clear, glistening fluid trickled down, unexpectedly washing Baixu’s face.