It’s About You (GL High H) - Chapter 16

Wanqi Lang instinctively wanted to refuse, but when she saw Xing Enxi’s burning eyes, she pursed her lips, and a faint curiosity gained the upper hand.

She obediently flipped over, changing from sitting to lying prone, her elbows propped on the sofa armrest, her waist sinking down as she raised her perfectly curved buttocks high, even twisting them provocatively.

Xing Enxi’s eyes darkened.

With this deliberate seductive pose, she stepped forward and pressed down on Wanqi Lang’s slightly concave lower back, while her other hand picked up the thin belt and skillfully looped it around the front of her waist and abdomen, tying a simple yet secure slipknot just below the navel before gently pulling it.

The belt tightened, sinking into the soft waist flesh and slightly lifting the hem of the nightgown a bit to make the buttock shape more clearly taut under the smooth wine-red silk.

Wanqi Lang’s body tensed; this slight restraint brought a novel tactile sensation.

Xing Enxi stared at the two plump soft mounds where light passed through the thin skirt and almost revealed the delicate skin beneath.

A surge of impulse rose in her heart, and she raised her palm.

Smack—

A clear, loud slap landed on Wanqi Lang’s perky buttock peak.

“Mm!” Wanqi Lang’s body jerked suddenly as she let out a low hum.

That strike had moderate force and brought a spicy sting, but it fell far short of pain and felt more like a strong stimulation.

Through the thin silk, the slapped skin showed the snowy white flesh quickly flushing pink.

When she felt the wetness between Wanqi Lang’s legs with her fingertips, sure enough, the juices had soaked the fabric.

A strange sense of satisfaction and desire for control washed over her as Xing Enxi looked at this enchanting body under her hand, which honestly reacted to her light punishment.

This feeling… damn good!

“Ha…” Xing Enxi let out a light laugh. “Such a big reaction?”

Her fingertips gently pressed on the cl!toris that was about to peek out through the drenched fabric.

“Mm ah… don’t…” Wanqi Lang’s body softened even more, her head buried into the sofa armrest as she felt both shy and embarrassed.

She did not want to admit that just one spank had excited her like this; it was too embarrassing, but this slight stinging sensation made her unable to control her body’s compliance.

Xing Enxi leaned down and pressed her red lips to the hot earlobe. “It seems Boss Lang likes this.”

As she spoke, her hand deftly slipped under the nightgown hem and probed into the wet and muddy secret valley.

“Ah—” Wanqi Lang’s high-pitched moan could no longer be suppressed.

“Aren’t you very arrogant?” Xing Enxi said as her fingertips forcefully rubbed that pitiful little cl!toris, while her other hand raised again.

Smack!

This time it landed on the left buttock flesh; the force still was not heavy, yet it made the skin flush symmetrically pink on both sides, and the crisp sound stimulated both their eardrums.

Xing Enxi delivered several more slaps that made crisp smacking sounds, with pain mixed in with itchiness.

“I didn’t…”

Wanqi Lang hummed in her throat and wanted to curse, but the hot flow from below gushed even more, and the fabric under the nightgown completely stuck and pasted to her crotch; she twisted slightly, and the belt on her waist swayed too.

“Really stubborn mouth.” Xing Enxi raised an eyebrow; her fingers were not idle. She deftly slipped along the edge of the soaked fabric, her cool fingertips pressing on the hard cl!toris.

Wanqi Lang’s upper body arched up, and the belt buckle clinked.

“You were quite able to torment me earlier.” Xing Enxi raised her hand again and delivered a slap with added force.

“Mm!” Wanqi Lang’s buttock flesh tingled and ached, and below she felt rubbed to soreness and swelling; she could not control sinking her waist lower and raising her buttocks higher as her throat spilled intermittent sobs. “Mm… ah… don’t… stop… more…”

“Exactly don’t,” Xing Enxi sped up the rubbing, “or don’t stop?” She fumbled with the slipknot on the belt and gently pulled to loosen it, then grabbed both ends and yanked them apart forcefully.

“Mm ah!” Wanqi Lang cried out in surprise as the belt suddenly tightened around her waist and abdomen; the tough leather embedded into the flesh and brought a clearer sense of restraint.

“Move? Try moving again?” She pulled the belt and forced Wanqi Lang to maintain that shameful kneeling-prone raised-buttocks pose.

Wanqi Lang did not dare move randomly anymore; her breathing became more rapid, and this feeling of being confined while receiving punishment made her scalp tingle.

Xing Enxi looked at her beneath with satisfaction.

She released the hand that rubbed the cl!toris and instead probed deep into the crotch; two fingers carried sticky liquid and inserted into the pvssy without hindrance.

“Ah— too, too much.” Wanqi Lang tensed her body and gasped big breaths.

“Take it.” Xing Enxi commanded hoarsely as her fingers began thrusting inside; the pads scraped over the raised sensitive spot, and each deep thrust hit the depths. At the same time, she raised her other hand and alternated slaps on Wanqi Lang’s reddened buttock peaks.

“Ur ah! … Ha… slow… slower… below… above…” Wanqi Lang got driven crazy by this dual assault from above and below; her body futilely twisted under the restraint as screams and moans mixed into one, and tears mixed with sweat flowed down.

Her mind went blank; her waist and hips thrust upward to match the rhythm of the fingers’ penetration, and each slap made her body more sensitive, the passage clenched tighter, and the water flowed more fiercely.

Finally, in a spasm, Wanqi Lang got thrown to the peak; the room was left only with panting and the clinking of the belt’s metal buckle.

Wanqi Lang was so tired she did not even want to move her fingers; she turned her head with half her face still pressed on the sofa and slanted her eyes to look at Xing Enxi whose fingertips still lingered inside her body, mumbling weakly.

“It’s over… still… not… take it out… tired me to death…”

Xing Enxi then slowly withdrew and brought a squelching water sound.

“Tired?” Xing Enxi snorted and reached to undo the slipknot of the belt on Wanqi Lang’s waist. “You were moaning so loud earlier that people outside almost heard.”

“Get lost!”

Wanqi Lang felt angry from embarrassment and lifted her foot to kick backward, but her legs were soft and limp, and the force felt like tickling.

Xing Enxi easily pressed down her flailing leg; the belt also got undone. She casually tossed the belt aside, and her whole body relaxed too as she sat on the carpet under the sofa with her back leaning against it and let out a long breath; spanking was quite tiring, not to mention she had just gotten dragged to climax once by Wanqi Lang.

The two—one sprawled on the sofa and one on the carpet—had no strength left, and neither looked at the other.

After a good while, Xing Enxi finally nudged Wanqi Lang’s dangling calf on the sofa edge with her elbow.