Obsessive Pleasure - Chapter 16
A casual, “friends-with-benefits” arrangement between a Star and a Moon?
Liang Yun felt a sting of irony, yet she was also undeniably excited by his suggestion.
His desire was conquest and satisfaction; hers was release from pressure. It was just a game between adults. Who couldn’t play along?
“Start anytime, end anytime. Neither of us owes the other responsibility, right?” Liang Yun deliberately adopted a casual, indifferent attitude. “So, we can keep our emotional lives separate and not interfere with each other, correct?”
Chen Yang raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected Liang Yun to ask that question.
For his part, he had no intention of pursuing parallel relationships, either within or outside the community, for the time being. Chen Yang didn’t have the energy to spend on managing relationships and emotions. He simply didn’t want to lock himself into a position where he was fully responsible for another individual’s well-being again; that position had brought consequences so severe they had nearly ruined him.
But what did Liang Yun mean? Did she plan on dating a normal boyfriend while maintaining this dynamic with him? Did she view him merely as a service provider?
Chen Yang suddenly felt a ridiculous twinge of irritation. This was exactly the kind of emotional clarity many Dominants hoped for in a submissive. Many Stars worry about their Moons bringing too much of their external lives into the dynamic, leading to unnecessary complication and disturbance.
Shouldn’t he be happy to find a sub who clearly understood the rules of the game?
Yet Liang Yun was too captivating. If one didn’t know her M-side, she could even be described as intensely dominant in her demeanor. A girl like this was highly effective at provoking a man’s desire to conquer.
Chen Yang suddenly recalled Chen Bin’s eager interest in her, and his expression involuntarily darkened.
He didn’t answer Liang Yun’s question, simply saying, “Want to try?”
Liang Yun shrugged, neither accepting nor refusing.
The desire for Chen Yang that she hid in her heart was not as aloof as her outward display suggested. Liang Yun actually wanted to know him more deeply.
She had used provocation to ask her question, but hadn’t gotten a straight answer from Chen Yang. It was like punching cotton, frustrating and deflating. But this result also showed his attitude: it would be pointless if she acted too clingy or immature.
“Then let’s start.” Chen Yang raised his hand to unfasten his shirt cuff, then began rolling his sleeve up, section by section, up his arm.
“Start what?” Liang Yun instinctively flinched backward. Didn’t we already have a session in the car?
“The Baptism Whip. Haven’t heard of it? This is our first formal step into a defined dynamic.” Chen Yang had rolled his sleeves above his elbows, exposing a strong, muscular forearm, making Liang Yun’s scalp prickle with anticipation.
What is a Baptism Whip? Is he going to use a cane this time?
“Go take a shower,” Chen Yang’s voice dropped a degree, issuing a low, commanding tone. “When you come out, you are not to wear any clothes.”
Liang Yun kept her face composed as she turned toward the bathroom, but Chen Yang caught the unmistakable spark of excitement in her eyes. Despite her efforts to conceal it, she wasn’t successful.
What a stubborn little thing! After seeing so many subs eagerly welcome punishment from their Master, Chen Yang was so amused by Liang Yun that he almost wanted to laugh. Is it really that hard for her to openly admit what she likes? Does she have to be beaten into submission every time?
When Liang Yun emerged from the bathroom, she was flushed a beautiful pink—whether from the hot water or from nerves and embarrassment, it was hard to say. Though she was in her own home, every step felt like entering an unknown swamp.
She had obediently worn nothing, no thin bathrobe, no underwear.
As Liang Yun walked into the living room, facing Chen Yang under the bright light, a wave of intense shame washed over her. Her hands moved to cover her body: one hand shielded her crotch, and the other arm bent to try and conceal her br3asts.
Chen Yang had subtly scanned Liang Yun’s apartment and hadn’t spotted any suitable implements. Today was a chance encounter, and he wasn’t a pervert; he didn’t walk around carrying his “tool chest” everywhere.
He would have to use what was available.
Chen Yang suddenly remembered the heavy commuter bag he had taken from Liang Yun’s car and placed by the coat rack when he entered.
He walked over, retrieved the bag, unzipped it, and rummaged inside, pulling out a rubber-like, retractable, portable pointer.
A subtle smile played on Chen Yang’s face: A pointer is a whip, too. I’ll use this today!
Hearing Liang Yun emerge from the bathroom, he held the pointer, flexing it a few times. He seemed satisfied with the elasticity of his impromptu tool.
When he looked up, he saw Liang Yun trying to shield her body with her arms.
Undeniably, her body was beautiful, long and lean, yet not sickly thin. Her br3asts and hips were full in just the right proportion, with a healthy layer of subcutaneous fat without being excessive.
— Short Scene —
Liang Yun: Want to play? Who’s afraid of whom?
Chen Yang: Is it really that hard to tell the truth?
Liang Yun: Why don’t you say it first?
Chen Yang: Why should I say it first?