Imprisoned with a Wife (On the Psychology of Being F***ed) - Chapter 11
Yan Jingyao hadn’t originally intended to do anything with Ji Lan.
An unfamiliar woman, repeatedly pestering you to go to bed, wanting to live together—it just felt wrong no matter how she thought about it.
The thought was instantaneous. As she watched Ji Lan, pinned on the bed, her eyes teary and helpless, biting her lip nervously and shyly, the forbidden barrier of desire suddenly broke.
She stared at Ji Lan’s lips, captivated. Such a cold face, yet such sexy lips, making one want to brutally ravage them.
Yan Jingyao turned off the light. In the darkness, she embraced Ji Lan, catching the faint, elegant fragrance from her neck—a delicate, serene scent.
It was just a hint, but desire blazed like fire in a cave. She thought of Ji Lan’s lips again: full, sexy, coolly alluring, tasting like the fragrance of jasmine.
Ji Lan didn’t resist. Yan Jingyao’s left hand slid beneath her, slowly kneading one of her br3asts, while her right hand stroked along Ji Lan’s spine, her fingertips exploring inch by inch.
The smooth, warm skin was so wonderful. She gently brushed aside Ji Lan’s long hair and kissed the back of her neck, carefully leaving a hickey.
Ji Lan trembled.
“Have you done this with anyone before?”
Yan Jingyao’s hand reached Ji Lan’s buttocks, lingering slightly at the tailbone. Her middle finger teased the coccyx. “Or have you inserted anything yourself?”
The question was blunt. Ji Lan gripped the quilt beneath her tightly, saying nothing.
It’s truly the same Yan Jingyao…
“Have you touched here?”
Suddenly, her hand moved between Ji Lan’s legs from behind. Yan Jingyao tried to provoke, pressing two fingers on her labia, slowly and deliberately squeezing towards the center.
Ji Lan remained silent, seemingly calm, but her fingers secretly tightened their grip on the quilt, her body trembling slightly.
Her heart raced abnormally, not from arousal, but from the stress response of her private parts being touched. She’s truly experienced, Ji Lan thought.
The cl!toris was a bit sensitive. Yan Jingyao’s kneading was rhythmic. Her labia tingled slightly, constantly stirring her body to react.
“Do you like this?”
Suddenly, Yan Jingyao changed her technique, using her middle finger to rub Ji Lan’s cl!toris. Ji Lan trembled, instinctively biting her lip.
That area was being played with by Yan Jingyao, who clearly felt her expansion. Her middle finger glided and rubbed gently within Ji Lan’s tender slit, almost penetrating several times.
Would she insert into me—”Is this your first time selling yourself?”
Her consciousness suddenly split. Ji Lan’s fingers, clutching the quilt, gradually tightened. The unfamiliar physiological pleasure collided with the insult of their first meeting, beginning to pull at her fleeting regret.
Should I really give myself to her so carelessly? She wasn’t agonizing over her virginity, but rather felt ashamed, felt despicable. She suddenly began to despise herself.
Selling my body to achieve my goal? Perhaps what I want to know isn’t that complicated. Perhaps I should just ask Yan Jingyao directly. Perhaps…
The wavering thought lasted only a moment. However, just as she thought of escaping, Yan Jingyao suddenly flipped over and pressed on top of her, hands gripping her wrists and pinning them to the bed.
Their breaths were suddenly so close, creating a heart-pounding intimacy. Ji Lan lay stiffly, instinctively clenching her fists, turning her head to one side.
Good thing the light’s off, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing.
“Professor Ji is very stiff.”
Yan Jingyao’s tone carried a hint of teasing. In the darkness, she couldn’t see Ji Lan’s expression, but the chaotic rhythm of her heartbeat was clear.
Her body was noticeably rigid. Yan Jingyao was somewhat amused. “Professor Ji, you haven’t dated anyone before, have you?”
“…”
“No boyfriend or girlfriend?”
“…”
“No intimate relationships?”
“…”
No matter what she asked, there was only silence. Yan Jingyao couldn’t help but laugh out loud, finding this “ostrich-like” Ji Lan quite interesting.
“Is Professor Ji preparing for a desperate struggle?”
“…”
Still silence. Yan Jingyao stopped asking. She slowly moved closer, relying on instinct, Ji Lan’s lips were within reach.
“Professor Ji, relax a little.”
She kissed gently, touching Ji Lan’s lower lip, which also seemed stiff. She wasn’t in a hurry to explore, patiently caressing.
Their breaths were slightly moist, gradually warming. Yan Jingyao found this woman truly awkward, yet she inexplicably enticed her desire.
Their lips softly met, separated, then met again. Her tongue obediently did not invade, merely touched. Ji Lan was a bit confused about what she intended, but her eyebrows relaxed slightly.
Her lips were damp and warm from their breathing. Yan Jingyao tried to caress, gently rubbing her lips against Ji Lan’s, back and forth, softly and tenderly.
Still no invasion, only repeated seduction. She reveled in it, rubbing Ji Lan’s lips until they were slightly warm, and her tightly clenched fists gradually loosened, presenting an opportunity.
Like a patient hunter, she finally opened her mouth to take Ji Lan’s lips, simultaneously seizing her hand, her fingers sinking deep into Ji Lan’s, gripping tightly.
“Mm…”
Fingers intertwined was too close a posture. Ji Lan’s body trembled. As her stiffness eased, she clearly felt Yan Jingyao’s soft pressure and her fragrant warmth.
Her body was completely pressed against hers.
Her lower lip was enveloped again. Yan Jingyao deliberately moistened her, intertwining softly, then slowly releasing, undisguised lust spilling with her breath onto Ji Lan’s moist lips.
Ji Lan’s breathing grew heavier again. Yan Jingyao continued her game, progressing step by step, taking Ji Lan’s lips into her mouth, gently pulling, letting threads of saliva stretch between them.
“…”
More lingering than a direct French kiss, intoxicating like warm water, Ji Lan instinctively wanted to clench her fist, but instead found herself intertwining her fingers with Yan Jingyao’s, as if willingly.
Her lower lip once again fell into moistness. This time the entanglement was long. Yan Jingyao slightly adjusted her position, tilted her head, moistened Ji Lan’s lips, exchanged breaths, and then suddenly began to suck.
Sip~ A sudden sucking sound. Ji Lan frowned. She was inexperienced and couldn’t help but lift her chin. Her lips felt a strange, not-quite-painful sensation, as if all the bl00d had rushed to one spot, making them unsettlingly hot.
Her heart pounded fiercely. The feeling of resistance weakened more and more. Perhaps she was enchanted. Yan Jingyao suddenly bit Ji Lan’s lip lightly, pressing her body even tighter, one leg unconsciously sliding between Ji Lan’s.
Step by step, conquering territory. Ji Lan began to panic a little. Yan Jingyao suddenly released her right hand and caressed Ji Lan’s face. Seemingly gentle but actually domineering, she extended her tongue and thoroughly invaded Ji Lan’s mouth.
“Mmm~”
In the darkness, someone made a sound. Desire suddenly intensified. Ji Lan couldn’t stop it. Yan Jingyao’s tongue slid into her mouth, easily breaking past her teeth, teasingly hooking inside.
Her tongue tingled. Yan Jingyao began to skillfully tease, repeatedly flicking the tip of Ji Lan’s tongue. When Ji Lan resisted, she passionately entwined and licked, finally taking a heavy suck.
Mm… Ji Lan frowned even deeper.
Fortunately, such a deep kiss didn’t last long, or she would have suffocated from forgetting to breathe.
“Professor Ji,” Yan Jingyao pulled back, her breath also a little ragged, but still with a hint of teasing. “My kissing skills aren’t bad, are they?”
“…”
Silence. In the darkness, her expression was invisible anyway. Ji Lan turned her head away again, her brow still deeply furrowed, carefully steadying her breathing.
Yan Jingyao secretly curved into a smile. Knowing when to stop, she didn’t kiss her again. Instead, she lowered her head and began to kiss Ji Lan’s neck, again and again.
Her skin was warm. Ji Lan was clearly less stiff than before, but Yan Jingyao didn’t go beyond her collarbone, stopping there.
Releasing the woman beneath her, Yan Jingyao rolled over and pushed Ji Lan aside, pulling the quilt out from under her.
“Time to sleep, sleep,” she let out a huge yawn, lay down, and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, turning her back to Ji Lan and not leaving her an inch of the blanket.
“I’m cold. Professor Ji, you’ll have to figure it out yourself. There are no extra blankets.”
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