Imprisoned with a Wife (On the Psychology of Being F***ed) - Chapter 10
Late at night, people are always easily impulsive.
“Sizzle~”
Yan Jingyao finally kissed Ji Lan, pinning her against the wall, cupping her cheeks with both hands, gently covering her red lips.
Lips so incredibly similar to Monica Bellucci’s—coldly seductive, yet so soft and warm to kiss.
Her heart rate quickened slightly. Yan Jingyao’s movements slowed. She pressed a kiss against Ji Lan’s upper lip, secretly opening her eyes.
They were so close, their breaths intertwined, intimately. She saw Ji Lan’s delicate eyelashes trembling slightly, and her brows were subtly furrowed.
Perhaps she was nervous?
A trace of pity rippled in her heart. Maybe women always have this natural gentleness towards other women, especially when Ji Lan was such a high-class beauty.
Her movements unconsciously became even more tender. Yan Jingyao tried kissing the corners of her lips first, touching them intermittently, little by little, to soothe her.
The other person wasn’t rough. Ji Lan could feel it. Her eyelids couldn’t help but flutter, but she still kept her eyes tightly closed.
Only she knew that she wasn’t nervous but afraid, with only a pitiably small amount of shyness mixed in.
Her hands, hanging by her sides, couldn’t help but clench into fists, very tightly. A person who studies psychology, a person who observes and researches people, was actually socially anxious.
Though slight, it was still quite unbelievable.
Yan Jingyao, of course, had no idea the woman she was kissing had so many thoughts. Reasonably assuming she was unwilling, she didn’t delve deeper.
“Professor Ji,” she released her stiff body, a little amused. “Look, you’re not willing either, so we should…”
“I am willing.”
Ji Lan interrupted her, even proactively wrapping her arms around Yan Jingyao’s waist. She told herself this was a tactic. “Let’s go to bed.”
“…”
So close, she naturally saw the stubbornness in the other’s eyes. Yan Jingyao didn’t know why, but this woman was inexplicably cute.
A woman chasing her to go to bed—it was the first time in her life she’d seen that.
“Alright.”
Smiling, Yan Jingyao wrapped her arm around Ji Lan’s waist, gently caressing her faintly pink cheek, her tone flirty. “Let’s make love.”
“…”
Everything was heading in an unpredictable direction. Ji Lan was led into the bedroom, pushed onto the bed, and her clothes were loosened and removed.
Only her intimate lingerie remained. Yan Jingyao also took off her own pajamas, naked. Even if Ji Lan didn’t want to, she saw her figure: well-proportioned and slender, her abdominal curves taut and straight.
As she moved closer, Ji Lan suddenly said, “Can you turn off the light?”
“Sure,” Yan Jingyao ran a hand through her hair, a hint of mockery in her eyes. “Our Professor Ji can’t be seen too much.”
She pointedly swept her gaze over Ji Lan’s body. Ji Lan awkwardly curled up, hugging her knees, until the other person turned off the bedroom light.
“Shy?”
Yan Jingyao walked to the bed, took Ji Lan’s ankle, and spread her legs, then climbed onto the bed, pressing her body against Ji Lan’s, chest to chest.
Her right hand reached under Ji Lan, unhooking her bra, tearing it off, skin touching skin, then leaned down to kiss her.
“Smooch~”
The temperature was unusually soft, with a little unfamiliar dampness lingering on her chin. Ji Lan frowned uncomfortably, her body still stiff.
Go to bed, make love…
Her body also knew nothing of love and intimacy. To suddenly give herself away, even if she didn’t feel conservative in thought, her mind still had a slight resistance.
A woman’s s3x and spirit are not easily separated. Ji Lan had to persuade herself to be more open; it was just a physical act.
She trembled slightly. Yan Jingyao slowly kissed her neck, her lips sensing Ji Lan’s flinch and stiffness, so she stopped.
“Do you really want to do this with me?”
In the darkness, the other person was just a vague shadow, but Ji Lan could hear the disdain and cynicism mixed in her tone.
A physical relationship. She could almost see the slight, mocking curve of Yan Jingyao’s lips.
“…”
She wanted to speak but couldn’t. Her body and thoughts were rebelling against each other, pulling in directions of resistance and acceptance. Ji Lan couldn’t help but tremble again and bit her lip.
Yan Jingyao didn’t wait for her answer. She straightened up, brushed a strand of hair that had fallen forward, and looked at the stiff cold beauty in the darkness, her tone flippant. “Professor Ji, if you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as your consent.”
“…”
Her br3asts were being caressed for the first time. Ji Lan couldn’t stop the goosebumps from rising. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself not to move.
A strange tingling sensation in her n1pples made them slightly pucker. Shame washed over her. She turned her head away, took a deep breath, and squeezed her eyes shut.
It was just going to bed, just going to bed…
Her lower abdomen suddenly tickled, and Ji Lan finally couldn’t hold back. She lifted her leg and kicked out.
“Ah!”
In the darkness, a scream was heard, followed by a dull thud. Yan Jingyao was kicked in the chin, rolled off the bed, face down, and landed squarely on the cool wooden floor.
Spread-eagled, Lawyer Yan was in utter disarray. Her br3asts were squashed and deformed against the hard floor, her knees and elbows aching terribly. She couldn’t get up off the floor for a while.
Her chin felt burning, numb, and painful. Yan Jingyao cursed a thousand times inwardly, then suddenly tasted a hint of sweetness.
Her lip was cut, damn it!
She crawled up from the cold floor, rubbed her chilled, compressed chest, then turned on the bedside lamp and wiped the corner of her mouth.
A few streaks of vivid red on her fingertips confirmed her skin was indeed broken. Yan Jingyao was utterly speechless. She quickly took out a small mirror to examine it. Her lower lip had been cut by her tooth, a small gash, still oozing bl00d.
It was exceptionally gruesome. She pulled a tissue and pressed it to the wound, then turned to see the bewildered Ji Lan on the bed, her anger flaring.
“Are you sick?!”
She was the one clinging, she was the one who wanted to go to bed, and she was the one who kicked her off the bed! She was simply a “piggy bun” brain who’d also been slammed in a door!
Speaking again aggravated the wound. Yan Jingyao hissed in annoyance, continuing to look in the mirror. Not only was her lip cut, but her chin was probably injured too, seemingly with a slight bruise.
This was simply an unprovoked disaster!
Ji Lan finally came to her senses. Seeing how badly Yan Jingyao had been kicked, a wave of guilt washed over her. She quickly got out of bed, wanting to get some ice.
There was no ice in the fridge, only chilled beer. She had no choice but to grab a can and came back, intending to apply it to Yan Jingyao.
“Don’t you fucking touch me!”
In a fit of rage, Lawyer Yan was already being polite by not throwing this “piggy-brained” woman out. She waved her hand in disgust, knocking the chilled beer out of Ji Lan’s hand and onto the floor.
She wasn’t angry. As she bent down to pick up the beer, Yan Jingyao suddenly lunged forward, pushing Ji Lan onto the bed, spreading her legs with her knees, and pinning her wrists with her hands.
“Yan, Yan Jingyao?”
The sudden assertiveness stunned Ji Lan a little, followed by trepidation. She didn’t like this atmosphere. “You, you calm down…”
“Calm down about what?” Yan Jingyao’s mouth was stained with bl00d, her eyes blazing. She raised an eyebrow scornfully. “Didn’t you want to go to bed?”
She stacked Ji Lan’s wrists together, pinning them with one hand, freeing her right hand to touch Ji Lan’s naked body. There was no caress, going straight for her private part below the abdomen.
Her fingers easily brushed aside the pubic hair; there was absolutely no covering there. Ji Lan’s face was flushed. With the light on, she felt a hundred times more ashamed than before. Her body couldn’t stop trembling again.
“No, don’t…”
Her body and mind had never been given to anyone else. Now, to be so hastily penetrated. At the last moment, Ji Lan suddenly regretted it. Her eyes even became slightly moist, unsure if it was due to arousal or fear.
But she herself had said she wanted to go to bed. She had no choice but to close her eyes, resigned, lying on the bed. That day’s events resurfaced in her mind.
The dim KTV, the strange woman embracing her, disrespectfully putting her hand into her underwear, her fingers caressing her private parts that had never been touched, scornfully, “Is this your first time selling yourself?”
Yan Jingyao was exactly the same as she had been then. A sudden surge of panic seized her heart. Ji Lan frowned tightly, enduring all the disgust and discomfort.
She needed to get close to her. This was the fastest way.
She repeatedly gave herself psychological suggestions, but the anticipated penetration and pain did not come.
She… gave up?
Her wrists were released. Ji Lan secretly squinted her eyes, vaguely seeing Yan Jingyao turn off the bedside lamp.
The aggressive scent returned, and Ji Lan felt a little dazed. Yan Jingyao took the opportunity to embrace her, her chest pressed against Ji Lan’s back, one hand slowly cupping her br3ast.
The darkness provided Ji Lan protection. She couldn’t see, but a warm, moist breath brushed her ear, and Yan Jingyao’s voice was unexpectedly gentle.
“Don’t be afraid, I’ll be gentle.”