It’s About You (GL High H) - Chapter 14

Only the two of them remained in the room.

“Don’t be angry anymore.”

Wanqi Lang looked at Xing Enxi’s trembling back in her fury and wanted to say something to ease the tension.

“Wan! Qi! Lang!” Xing Enxi whirled around suddenly. Her usually calm and composed face flushed beet red, all her fur standing on end like an enraged little cat as she charged back to Wanqi Lang in a few strides.

“Are you satisfied now? Was it fun? Watching me get played for a fool, spun around in circles by you! You wrecked my car! And now you’re dragging me down with you, making me your dancing monkey, turning me into a joke for President Shen!”

Xing Enxi’s voice rose higher with each sentence until she nearly roared them out. She reached out abruptly and shoved Wanqi Lang’s shoulder hard.

Wanqi Lang reeled backward from the push but barely steadied herself. She looked into Xing Enxi’s eyes, brimming with fury and tears, and her playful expression faded. A strange emotion welled up in her heart.

Her mind blanked for two seconds, and then Wanqi Lang kissed her without hesitation.

“Mm!”

The kiss landed too fiercely. Xing Enxi found herself pressed back against the sofa again, her mouth sealed tight, unable to catch her breath. She pounded Wanqi Lang’s back twice before Wanqi Lang eased up a little. But her lips stayed pressed close, her tongue still inside, now switching to slow, sucking nibbles on Xing Enxi’s lower lip.

That burst of wicked anger in Xing Enxi deflated like a punctured balloon, leaking out most of its air, though her chest still heaved with residual rage.

Wanqi Lang sensed her softening and lost her own flicker of unease. She freed one hand and, heedless of Xing Enxi’s willingness, went straight for the buttons on her shirt. She undid a few in quick tugs. Her fingers slipped inside, unhooked the bra clasp, and seized one br3ast in a full grasp, her warm palm cupping and kneading it.

“Mm…” A sound rolled from Xing Enxi’s throat, unclear whether it stemmed from anger or something else.

She wanted to pull away, but Wanqi Lang’s other hand pressed firmly against the small of her back, holding her immobile.

The kiss dragged on for a long time before her lips finally gained release. It trailed down her jaw, all the way to the soft patch at the base of her neck, licked wet and hot. The hand kneading her br3ast stayed busy too, its thumb scraping the hardened little nub through the fabric.

“Ha…” Xing Enxi tried to twist away but got pinned down harder.

Once Wanqi Lang had her fill of the neck, she dipped her head low. Through the layer of shirt, she took the stiff little nub into her mouth, her teeth grazing it lightly while her tongue circled and teased.

“Ah! You…” Xing Enxi went limp, her hand nearly slipping for support, held up only by the body pressing against hers.

Wanqi Lang seemed addicted to the game. Her hand slid down Xing Enxi’s waist, reaching the waistband of her suit pants. Her nimble fingers undid the button and zipper in one go, and her fingertip delved straight inside the waistband.

Xing Enxi shuddered all over as she felt that finger brush her lower belly, sliding downward into the edge of her panties, touching the embarrassingly soaked spot.

“Mm…” She clamped her legs together, her face burning crimson.

Wanqi Lang let out a low chuckle. Her finger rubbed along the drenched slit, then her middle finger bent, carrying that sticky slickness as it thrust toward the pvssy.

“Ha ah…”

Wanqi Lang’s finger had just entered one knuckle when she slowly circled and dug inside, teasing Xing Enxi into a frustrating limbo. At the same time, the mouth buried at her chest did not stop; it switched to the other n1pple, sucking it with wet sounds audible even through the fabric.

Xing Enxi, caught in this pincer attack from above and below, soon buckled. Her waist went boneless, her throat’s soft hums turning into fragmented moans, thin and enticing.

Wanqi Lang saw her dazed state and pulled out the slick finger, waving it before Xing Enxi’s eyes. The glistening thread stretched long and shiny, and Xing Enxi turned her face away in shame.

No more teasing. Wanqi Lang’s free hand reached into the nightstand drawer beside the bed and pulled out a little pink thing, shaped like a small clamshell and attached to a remote. She pressed the switch at one end, and the clamshell buzzed to life, the sound quite loud.

“Don’t be scared.” Wanqi Lang murmured against her ear, her voice huskier than before.

She held the buzzing clamshell between her fingers and trailed its slick tip along Xing Enxi’s soaked slit, pressing it against the swollen, erect cl!toris.

“Ah… ah ha…”

Xing Enxi writhed uncontrollably under the assault, that relentless buzz pinning her most sensitive spot. She could not take it, her throat spilling whimpers of mingled bliss and torment. Her neck arched into a beautiful curve, her hands clutching wildly at the fabric of Wanqi Lang’s nightgown on her back.

Wanqi Lang watched the woman in her arms lost to passion and could not help the upward curve of her lips. She buried her face in the crook of Xing Enxi’s neck, inhaling her pleasant scent, and mischievously nudged the remote up a notch.

The vibration intensified suddenly.

“Ah—stop! Too… too fast!” Xing Enxi cried out, her mouth agape as she gulped air, unclear if from overwhelming pleasure or genuine overload. Her grip on Wanqi Lang’s back tightened, nearly tearing the clothes.

Wanqi Lang herself felt a scalp-tingling numbness from the noise, but seeing Xing Enxi’s total surrender filled her with wicked delight.

She swooped down to claim Xing Enxi’s nonstop crying mouth, muffling the sounds in her throat. Her other hand slid down the smooth root of Xing Enxi’s thigh, her middle finger slick with the earlier fluids as it aligned with the drenched pvssy and plunged inside.

“Wu…!”

Xing Enxi’s body tensed from the thrust, her mouth sealed by Wanqi Lang so only muffled grunts escaped.

The clamshell tormented her little nub from outside, while the finger plunged deep and fast inside, its joint bending to scrape the fleshy wall folds, each stroke precisely grinding over her sensitive spot.

Xing Enxi could not hold out. In moments, she arched her waist sharply, her body shuddering violently as the pvssy clenched and contracted, waves of hot fluid gushing out to soak Wanqi Lang’s hand.

Wanqi Lang felt her finger gripped vise-tight by the spasming little mouth, unable to withdraw. She waited another ten seconds or so, until Xing Enxi’s rigid body began to slacken, before slowly pulling her hand free.

The clamshell finally stilled too, and the break room fell into sudden quiet without the buzz.

Xing Enxi slumped on the sofa, drenched in sweat, her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving dramatically. Even her breaths trembled, her lips still parted slightly, making her look utterly pitiable.

Wanqi Lang felt spent herself, her back slick with sweat. She leaned against the sofa back and lifted her offending hand, her wrist aching badly, her fingers still twitching uncontrollably, her palm red.

She shook out her sore wrist and could not help admiring Xing Enxi’s stamina.

After a heartfelt moment of admiration, Wanqi Lang turned her head and saw Xing Enxi still sprawled there in a daze.

She pursed her lips and poked Xing Enxi’s sweat-damp cheek with one finger.

“Hey, snap out of it!”