Peach (Lily ABO) - Chapter 7
“…Mmm… Ah!” The honeyed fluid sprayed from Molly’s pvssy mixed with Su Qing’s semen splattered on the glass, flowing down in rivulets, a scene too lewd to behold.
Su Qing didn’t hesitate for a moment, almost mercilessly releasing Molly’s hand, which had been both a restraint and a support, and turned towards the office desk.
“…Hah… hah… hah.” Molly, still immersed in orgasm, slid down the glass curtain wall like a rag doll that had been fucked to pieces, collapsing weakly onto the floor, gasping for air.
The ceaselessly flowing honeyed fluid between her legs soaked a large patch of the carpet. Her inner thighs, which should have been fair, were now chafed red.
Molly lay slumped on the carpet she had dampened, her gaze following Su Qing, like a cat whose attention was entirely captivated by a teasing wand, with only Su Qing filling her eyes.
“…Sis, Sister, will you kiss me, please?” She stared at the already composed Su Qing with her deer-like eyes, filled with lingering lust and profound indignation.
Su Qing knew Molly had always wanted to kiss her. Even when pressed against the glass, barely able to lift her head, she still twisted her body, teary-eyed, begging for a kiss.
Su Qing also knew she should remain vigilant, but those slightly pouted lips, with a deep tooth mark on the lower one, like the earliest ripe cherry on a branch, beguiled her.
She unconsciously leaned down.
Molly eagerly pouted her lips for a kiss, but kissed air. Su Qing, half-crouched in front of her, swiftly placed a pheromone-blocking patch on her scent gland.
The peach scent in the room instantly faded, no longer thick enough to seem like one could suck peach juice from the air.
What a pity.
This thought popped into Su Qing’s mind, only to be expressionlessly suppressed.
“Get dressed and come to the hospital with me.” Su Qing tossed Molly’s clothes carelessly onto her, looking down at her, perfectly embodying the meaning of “ruthless after screwing.”
For an Omega in estrus, two orgasms were enough to keep her lucid long enough to make it to the hospital.
Current strong inhibitors could fully restore an Omega deep in estrus within 5 minutes, but they were prescription drugs and required an Alpha’s accompaniment to be dispensed.
“To the hospital?” Molly hugged her clothes, chin resting on her knees, looking up at Su Qing expectantly. “Can’t we not go?”
“Don’t waste time,” Su Qing responded coldly.
“Then… then Sister, kiss me, and I’ll go.”
This time she was clever. Before Su Qing could refuse, she suddenly jumped up and pressed a kiss on Su Qing’s cheek. Though it was just a fleeting touch, she was already excitedly beaming, giggling as she prepared to run off.
But after only two steps, Su Qing pulled her back into her embrace.
Su Qing scrutinized her expressionlessly. Molly stiffened into a rigid block, secretly glancing at Su Qing, cautiously pinching her sleeve with her fingertips.
“Sister, don’t be angry, I just really li—”
Su Qing’s thumb, without warning, pressed against Molly’s lower lip.
So soft, she thought.
Her fingertip involuntarily slid and stroked the wet lips. Molly seemed stunned, her mouth half-open, looking at Su Qing timidly, as if afraid of displeasing her. First, she stealthily swept her tongue over Su Qing’s fingertip, like a tiny kitten stealing milk for the first time.
Only after realizing Su Qing wasn’t angry did she boldly cup Su Qing’s thumb with her lips and gently suck.
“Sister…” she called out vaguely, her rosy eyes inexplicably full of deep affection. Su Qing felt that refusing her any further would be truly too cruel.
The moment their lips met, Su Qing was so satisfied she almost groaned and sighed. Molly, however, remained stunned, staring at her with wide eyes. They were so close they almost looked cross-eyed.
Su Qing’s lips couldn’t help but curl upwards. “Close your eyes.”
She reached out and covered Molly’s eyes. Molly’s thick, upturned eyelashes brushed against her palm, leaving a ticklish sensation.
Beneath that tickle, Su Qing pried open Molly’s teeth, her tongue sliding into her mouth. First, it swept over the sensitive roof of her mouth, then invited Molly’s timid tongue to dance.
An increasingly rich peach scent filled Su Qing’s mouth and nasal cavity. She was almost intoxicated by it, a rare sense of ease and languor coursing through her veins, making her brain feel drowsy.
“Hah, Sister, you fell for it!” This was the only sentence Su Qing heard before losing consciousness, uttered with a joyful laugh.