It’s About You (GL High H) - Chapter 25

Xing Enxi finally tied the last beautiful knot. She stepped back, admiring her handiwork—the snowy br3asts lifted and bound by the red ropes, the legs forced wide apart, the expression of utter shame and furious helplessness… She hooked the corner of her lips in satisfaction.

This was just the beginning. Since Wanqi Lang had prepared all these toys, why not use them?

She approached the equipment wall again, this time returning with a low-temperature candle, a long-handled feather brush, and a pair of n1pple clamps adorned with tiny soft spikes and bells.

She first clamped the n1pple bells onto Wanqi Lang’s already erect n1pples. The silicone soft spikes brought a faint tickling sensation, and the bells tinkled with an itch-inducing chime at every tremor of her breathing.

“Mm…” Wanqi Lang could not help twisting her body, which made the bells ring more crisply, shaming her into biting her lower lip.

Xing Enxi picked up the feather brush, soft as the gentlest cloud, and trailed it over her forehead, eyelashes, and sensitive earlobes. The feather tip lingered at the pulse in her neck, drawing shivers.

“Mm… don’t…” Wanqi Lang squirmed in torment; the brush’s teasing felt like countless ants crawling, the itch burrowing straight to her core.

The feather slid down along the patterns of the chest ropes, sweeping around the areolae, brushing ever so lightly against the tips guarded by the clamp bells, setting off a chaotic jingle.

Xing Enxi lit the candle; the warm yellow flame danced, illuminating her focused profile. She tilted her wrist slightly, and a drop of milky wax fell onto the flat skin below Wanqi Lang’s abdomen.

“Ah…” Wanqi Lang let out a soft cry. The mildly hot touch did not hurt, but it registered clearly, like a small brand searing in, leaving a round white spot.

More wax followed like warm raindrops, landing on the insides of her thighs, on the sensitive tender flesh, on the edges of her spread petals.

“Mm ah—!!” Wanqi Lang’s body arched upward, only to be yanked back by the restraints. She panted in great gulps, the leg frame clanging with her struggles.

Xing Enxi savored her torment under this gentle torture, a smile playing on her lips. The feather brush descended again, sweeping over the wax spots still warm from the heat. The feather tips scraped at the wax and skin, blending two utterly different sensations into an even more maddening pleasure. Wanqi Lang teetered on the brink of madness, a fierce longing surging from deep within her body, the emptiness nearly devouring her.

She writhed helplessly, the bells ringing in a frenzy. “Xing Enxi… please… give it to me…”

She finally whimpered her plea, tears swirling in her eyes.

Wanqi Lang was thoroughly steeped in desire, pitiable yet brimming with allure.

Xing Enxi finally blew out the candle and set down the feather brush. Her fingers traced the chest outlined by the red ropes, slid over her sweat-beaded abdomen, and came to rest at the entrance of that garden already a muddy mess.

“Want it?”

Xing Enxi’s fingertip circled the soft flesh, feeling the heat and yearning there.

“Then I’ll give you one more chance. Tell me, what are we now?”

She fixed her gaze on Wanqi Lang’s eyes, as if peering into her soul.

Wanqi Lang teetered on the edge of collapse from desire, the questioning, the teasing.

She met Xing Enxi’s eyes, filled with complex emotions—anger, forbearance, even hurt.

“I don’t know…呜呜…” Wanqi Lang shook her head helplessly, tears spilling down. “I only know… right now… I want you…”

She lifted her bound wrists, reaching futilely for Xing Enxi’s cheek, her voice broken and sincere. “Stop torturing me, little Xi… please…”

At that moment, a shrill phone vibration erupted from the pocket of Xing Enxi’s suit jacket, tossed at the foot of the bed.

Both froze. Xing Enxi paused, her desire dimming slightly in her eyes. She stretched for the jacket; the screen displayed “Mom.”

Xing Enxi’s gaze swept over Wanqi Lang’s face, full of desperate need.

She neither answered immediately nor hung up.

Wanqi Lang’s heart leaped to her throat, staring in horror at the flashing screen. If Xing Enxi’s mother found out what they were doing, they were done for.

She thought Xing Enxi would hang up, but instead, Xing Enxi rose and grabbed the silent egg from the nightstand. With no time to read the instructions, she intuitively used its attached silicone strap to secure the egg against Wanqi Lang’s trembling cl!toris.

Wanqi Lang shuddered violently, staring at Xing Enxi in terror, uncomprehending.

Xing Enxi gave her no time to react; she swiftly flipped the switch on the egg.

“Ah!”

Wanqi Lang gasped sharply and clamped down on her lower lip, stifling a greater moan. Her eyes held both terror and shame.

Xing Enxi made a “shh” gesture, drew a deep breath, and swiped to answer.

“Hello, Mom?… Mm, I’m out, talking business with a friend… Almost done… Mm, I know; I’ll be careful…”

Her voice stayed steady, betraying no anomaly, even managing a few caring words to her mother on the line.

Wanqi Lang tensed like a fully drawn bow. The damn egg below vibrated relentlessly, pleasure layering upon layer, instantly shoving her to the cliff of climax.

She bit her lip fiercely, mustering every ounce of strength to suppress the moans in her throat. Her thigh roots ached from tension, her abdomen spasmed, and tears surged uncontrollably. It was utter torment.

Xing Enxi stood by the bed, a few steps away at the window, back turned, seemingly absorbed in the call. But Wanqi Lang sensed wicked amusement in her posture.

Time stretched endlessly. What was just a minute or two of conversation felt like half a century to Wanqi Lang; the egg had flung her to the clouds repeatedly, once, again.

Xing Enxi finally hung up.

Wanqi Lang exhaled in relief, thinking salvation had come.

Several seconds passed before Xing Enxi turned slowly, the flush of desire faded mostly from her face.

Wanqi Lang lay drenched in sweat, as if fished from water.

Her cheeks burned crimson enough to drip bl00d; tears and sweat smeared her face. The br3asts, bound and lifted, rose and fell in the red ropes with her ragged breaths. On the sheet, centered at her core, a dark stain bloomed.

Wanqi Lang’s eyes were unfocused and dazed, as if hollowed out yet still mired in unfinished aftershocks. Her consciousness blurred as she gazed at Xing Enxi, mouth opening, but only a sobbing gasp emerged.

Xing Enxi’s eyes darkened. She leaned down, brushing Wanqi Lang’s sweat-slick, feverish cheek, wiping away the tears.

“You’re soaked like this?” Her fingers trailed down the cheek to Wanqi Lang’s heaving chest. “I was worried you’d get bored.”

The touch set Wanqi Lang shuddering again. She wanted to retort but lacked the strength to speak, could only accuse Xing Enxi with her eyes.

“I have to go.”

With that, she untied the straps from Wanqi Lang’s wrists, removed the n1pple clamps, and unfastened the leg frame clips.

Finally, the knots binding her br3asts. The red ropes loosened and slid away, leaving faint red marks on the places they had constricted, stark against her snowy skin.

Wanqi Lang lay like a marionette with cut strings, staring blankly as Xing Enxi manipulated her. Her br3asts, freed, rebounded slightly, their tips swollen and flushed from the clamps’ torment.

Xing Enxi eyed the marks on her body and drew a tissue to wipe the mess between her legs.

Her motions remained gentle. She pulled over the blanket tumbled nearby and draped it over Wanqi Lang’s naked form, concealing those intimate traces.