It’s About You (GL High H) - Chapter 24

She pulled open the car door, shoved the person inside, and quickly slid into the driver’s seat herself. The confined space filled instantly with the familiar scent from the other woman’s body.

Wanqi Lang twisted her body abruptly, bracing against the seat back beside Xing Enxi, pinched her chin, and kissed her fiercely.

This kiss brimmed with aggression, encompassing all the complex emotions pent up over the past month—anger, grievance, unwillingness, and the longing she refused to acknowledge.

She sucked hard on Xing Enxi’s lips, her tongue tip forcefully prying open her teeth, as if staking a claim or venting frustration.

At first, Xing Enxi’s body stiffened as she passively endured the rough kiss, but soon the familiar flame ignited within her too. She could sense everything embedded in Wanqi Lang’s kiss, bearing the weight of her emotions, yet she refused to yield; she felt aggrieved and furious as well. She kissed back with fervor, their lips and teeth tangling with a metallic tang of bl00d, the intensity like a battlefield. In the dim car interior, the two vied silently against each other.

Vroom—

The engine roared. Wanqi Lang floored the accelerator, and the sports car shot out of the garage like a red bolt of lightning.

On the drive home, the cabin lingered with heated remnants of panting.

Wanqi Lang drove fast, speeding all the way back to her apartment.

The elevator went straight up, and the doors opened.

The two stumbled inside, entangled, shedding expensive gowns in a heap at the entryway.

They kissed their way to the bedroom before Wanqi Lang pushed Xing Enxi away, gasping for breath. “Wait a moment.”

She pressed a button by the headboard.

A whole wall of black velvet curtains slid apart to both sides, revealing a sight that left one dumbfounded.

A massive glass display case, illuminated by spotlights like treasures in a museum, showcased dozens of adult toys of varied shapes, meticulously categorized. Materials ranged from silicone to metal and leather, their functions comprehensive; the devices gleamed with an alluring yet perilous sheen, the scene delivering a powerful visual impact.

Xing Enxi: “?”

Even with her composure, she drew in a sharp breath at the spectacle.

Wanqi Lang eyed Xing Enxi’s languid reclining pose, and that defiant streak flared up again. She fetched a strap, knelt behind Xing Enxi, crossed her wrists in front, bound them with a slipknot, and left a playful tail.

“Don’t move!” Wanqi Lang said sternly, her fingers brushing Xing Enxi’s smooth shoulder. She picked up a massager with a cool touch, switched it to the lowest setting for gentle vibration. The rounded head carried a faint electric current, which she lightly pressed against the soft edge of Xing Enxi’s br3ast, tracing slow circles.

“Mm…” A soft hum escaped Xing Enxi’s throat. Her body relaxed into Wanqi Lang’s embrace, chin lifted to expose her vulnerable neck, as if savoring the attention.

Wanqi Lang’s fingertips joined in, sliding from the shoulder hollow to the collarbone, then down along the curve of her ribcage, grazing the sensitive side of her br3ast with feathery touches. Her exploration earnest, each contact elicited faint shivers from Xing Enxi’s skin.

Wanqi Lang’s voice carried a suppressed grievance as it sounded by Xing Enxi’s ear, her breath tickling the shell. “Why did you leave me alone in a place like that that day?”

Xing Enxi kept her eyes closed, feeling the cool vibration on her chest and the wandering hand. “Then why didn’t you contact me?”

“You left first!” Wanqi Lang’s touch grew heavier, her fingertips pinching the soft flesh at Xing Enxi’s waist, drawing a dissatisfied hum from her.

“Because of your attitude.” Xing Enxi still had her eyes shut, tilting her head to offer her sensitive earlobe to Wanqi Lang’s lips—an unwitting invitation.

Wanqi Lang swallowed, forgoing the tempting earlobe. Instead, the words stung her, and her voice rose a notch. “That’s exactly it—we have fun together, everyone knows the score; it’s just friends with benefits. Do I have to send you good morning and good night texts every day?”

With that, she grabbed a small silicone suction device from nearby, activated the suction-vibration mode, and in a fit of pique, clamped it directly onto one of Xing Enxi’s n1pples, already slightly erect.

“Ha…”

The suction device’s pull hit just right, its soft silicone lips sealing tightly around the n1pple. The continuous vibration waves pierced deep into the tip, igniting sparks of desire.

Wanqi Lang’s palm worked in tandem with the device, kneading and circling the other br3ast.

So soft; the feel was exquisite.

“Mm… slow… slower…” Xing Enxi’s breathing quickened, her body arching upward involuntarily, craving more. Her fair skin flushed with an enticing pink.

“Isn’t this what friends with benefits are for?” Wanqi Lang asked her, and herself.

She watched Xing Enxi immersed, brow slightly furrowed in exquisite torment, her fingers trailing over the taut plane of Xing Enxi’s abdomen, sensing the subtle spasms there.

The teasing suction and vibration on the sensitive spot, layered with the kneading on the other side, built a rising tide of arousal that pushed Xing Enxi to a small peak. A warm trickle surged from between her legs.

She panted, face flushed with red. Wanqi Lang basked in triumph, unaware that Xing Enxi had already slipped free from the loose slipknot around her wrists.

The strap fell away. Wanqi Lang stared in shock as Xing Enxi seized her wrist—the one holding the suction device—flipped her over, and pinned her down on the bed.

“Had enough fun?” Xing Enxi’s voice rasped with arousal, carrying an impending storm’s pressure. She loomed over Wanqi Lang, gaze sweeping her surprised parted lips and heaving chest.

Before Wanqi Lang could reply, Xing Enxi snatched a longer strap from the headboard and swiftly secured her right wrist to one bedpost with a solid cross-knot.

“Let me go!” Wanqi Lang panicked, her left hand pushing futilely.

“No rush.”

Xing Enxi easily caught her flailing hand and bound it just as deftly to the opposite post. Wanqi Lang lay like a beautiful butterfly pinned to a specimen board, arms spread wide, utterly defenseless.

But that was not all. Xing Enxi rose from the bed and approached the awe-inspiring wall of equipment. She scanned the rows before settling on a black metal leg spreader.

She extracted it, adjusted the height and angle, and returned to the bedside. Under Wanqi Lang’s gaze of horrified indignation, she positioned the cool metal frame between her legs, clipping the ends to the insides of her knees. It forced her thighs apart into an elegant M shape, leaving her utterly exposed, all secrets laid bare.

Wanqi Lang writhed in shame, but it budged not an inch.

Xing Enxi ignored her protests, even leisurely picking up her phone to study a technique called “br3ast bondage.” She watched with utmost seriousness, as if conducting rigorous research.

Wanqi Lang’s pose, under the dim amber light, struck a breathtaking beauty.

Arms extended and bound, wrists faintly reddened from struggle, like an angel with broken wings. The black metal frame restrained her long, pale legs; her supple waist traced mesmerizing arcs in the light, her abdomen rising and falling tensely.

Most captivating were her perfectly shaped br3asts, quivering slightly in the air, their tips erect and flushed from arousal and chill, like two tempting pink pearls.

Her cheeks burned crimson, eyes misted with moisture, anger and shame intertwining to heighten a tantalizing, unspoken allure.

Xing Enxi’s gaze lifted from the phone screen to this vivid, fragrant masterpiece. She took up a bundle of deep red velvet rope with an exquisite texture and approached the bed.

“Xing Enxi, what are you doing…” Wanqi Lang’s voice trembled.

“A return gift.” Xing Enxi pinched her chin and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Friends with benefits mean reciprocity, after all.”

Wanqi Lang felt the cool rope against her skin. Xing Enxi’s aptitude stunned; her fingers wove deftly, the red cord like living vines wrapping and crossing at the base of Wanqi Lang’s br3asts, lifting the already full, snowy mounds into even greater prominence.

Erotic, utterly erotic.

Wanqi Lang sensed her br3asts swelling under the constriction, a peculiar thrill of being cherished yet desecrated.

She watched Xing Enxi’s focused fingers knotting the chest ropes, her heart in turmoil.