The female leads who were scummed by her all turned blackened (GL) - Chapter 22

Putting on clothes is slow, but taking them off only takes a few seconds.

Chan Xi held onto the woman’s waist in front of her for support, her shirt half-open, her skin exposed to the slightly cold air, making her shiver involuntarily.

But soon, warm breaths replaced the cold air on her skin.

Her palm gently stroked the back of Chan Yiye’s head, the wetness between her br3asts from being licked making her want to use more force, her fingertips slightly inserted into the fluffy hair, the soft touch of the hair being a buffer zone for desire.

“Yiyi…” Chan Xi couldn’t help but moan softly.

“What’s wrong, Sister?”

Her legs were a little weak, but luckily there was a door panel behind her for support, so she wouldn’t fall backward.

“It’s so cute, red and already hard.”

Chan Yiye lightly flicked the erect n1pple, staring at the woman in front of her with a smile in her eyes, the dimples on the corners of her mouth faintly visible.

She was in a really good mood today~

“……Mmm.”

The restrained response only resulted in worse treatment.

The sensitive n1pple was pinched by cool fingers and pulled outward, a little painful, accompanied by a tingling sensation.

The female lead has really turned bad, Chan Xi thought with tears in her eyes.

“Comfortable or painful?” Chan Yiye asked close to her ear, her voice low, and then she blew air restlessly, like a feather brushing against her neck, which was already a sensitive area of her body.

Perhaps it was the evening rush at the dress shop, the voices outside the fitting room were rustling, and there were occasional footsteps passing by. The door between them made Chan Xi finally realize what she had agreed to.

Chan Yiye’s deliberately slow voice added a sense of illicit love to this exciting experience.

Chan Xi decided to be concise and kept silent most of the time: “……Both painful and comfortable.”

“How is it both painful and comfortable, Sister, tell me in detail?”

“……Yiyi, this is not easy to explain with words. Let me try it for you, and you’ll know how it feels with your body.”

Chan Xi snorted and took the initiative to put her hand on Chan Yiye’s right br3ast, gently pinching and stroking it through the velvet skirt.

“Is this Sister’s attitude as an assistant?”

“……” Why mention the assistant at this time, what’s the difference between a boss and an assistant in bed!

Are we doing role-playing Cosplay!

The woman in front of her seemed to know what she was thinking and changed her technique as if to oppose her.

Her left br3ast was completely covered by her palm, her br3asts were not big, and with a gentle grab, her soft br3asts were all held in Chan Yiye’s palm, and even the n1pples were pressed inward.

“Hiss—don’t plant it there, Yiyi!” Her neck was sucked by her lips, the itchiness and slight stinging made Chan Xi frown. This place could still be seen even if the buttons were fastened to the top, and the hickey would be seen along with her face.

“Sister, the ones from a few days ago have faded, you need a new mark.” Chan Yiye explained calmly after planting the strawberry, continuing to slowly knead the woman’s br3ast with her left hand, shifting the person in front of her attention to desire.

“Am I your dog, do you have to mark me?” Chan Xi smiled, but she couldn’t smile for long, because her other br3ast was also bitten.

“……Don’t bite this—” The shame of being sucked made Chan Xi’s whole face turn red.

Okay, this place can’t be seen, it can be covered with clothes, but she felt like she was going to explode. Like feeding, are her br3asts a 288-month-old baby?

“Don’t—Wuwuwu”

Chan Xi looked down and saw an even more embarrassing scene.

Chan Yiye’s red mouth wrapped around her n1pple, and even stuck out her tongue. Not only that, but she also looked at her eyes while doing these things.

Chan Xi covered her mouth, not letting herself make a sound, and closed her eyes, not wanting to see the other person’s eyes full of smiles. That angelic soft face was doing such unspeakable things to her.

Hiding her ears and stealing the bell.

But this kind of thing, the more you want to hide it, the more obvious it becomes.

The sound of footsteps and conversations coming and going outside the back door; the hot breath in front of her, the intimate licking and sucking.

The closed eyes kept replaying the scene just now… Chan Yiye seemed to be particularly fond of the cinnabar mole on her left br3ast, kissing it several times.

Chan Xi felt like she was in a double heaven of ice and fire.

The n1pple had already pulled her into the sea of desire, her breathing became more and more rapid, she covered her mouth harder and harder, as if trying to suppress the desire, and those who violate physiological reactions are destined to be punished.

The physiological tears at the corners of her eyes accumulated more and more.

Unknowingly, Chan Yiye’s hands had reached her back, her warm palms stroked her back, and with a little force, her whole upper body leaned forward. The originally erect n1pples outlined a seductive curve in the air.

The white shirt she had carefully selected and ironed was already wrinkled and out of shape, and the clothes were no longer a graceful half-open, but barely hung on her body. The hem of the clothes swayed in their interaction, but neither of them paid attention to this detail.

It was just the upper body, but Chan Xi felt that she had experienced a climax, her nerves were highly tense, always paying attention to the movements outside, afraid that someone would find out about the absurd love affair in this room. The surging desire was pulling her, tempting her to submit to the physiological reaction.

Until Chan Yiye knelt in front of her on one knee and kissed her waist, all rational restraint collapsed.

Physiological tears fell on her face.

Suppressed moans couldn’t help but overflow.

“Mmm—Yiyi…”

[Female Lead’s Hatred Value: 69%.]

Chan Xi had no intention to calculate how much the value had dropped this time. The system’s electronic voice no longer dominated her thinking. She just wholeheartedly enjoyed what the woman in front of her brought her.

She looked down at Chan Yiye, whose skirt was scattered on the floor around her, like a bud about to bloom. And her eyes were sparkling as she looked at her, asking her expectantly in a low voice, “Is it okay?”

In a trance, it seemed to return to the love period when nothing had happened.

She was a novice who didn’t know the sense of proportion when she first started the mission; and Chan Yiye hadn’t experienced her terrible scumbag deeds.