The Paranoid Film Queen Doesn’t Want to Remarry - Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Yan Muyu lowered her head, meticulously observing Xu Weishuang’s expression. She saw that the person before her frowned slightly due to the feeling of suffocation.
Her usually cold face gradually revealed a look of pain.
Each of her breaths became heavier, and her lips parted unconsciously, like a fish out of water, instinctively and urgently searching for life.
Yan Muyu’s fingers tightened, causing a faint blush to appear on that clean, pale face.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have instinctively struggled by now, instinctively making aggressive moves toward Yan Muyu.
But Xu Weishuang knelt beside Yan Muyu, her hands clinging to the edge of the table and chair, desperately suppressing her instincts, allowing Yan Muyu to do everything to her.
She was still conscious at this moment, consciously aware of what she was experiencing, which allowed her to restrain her physiological resistance.
However, she did not emit the painful moans Yan Muyu expected. Even when her eyes could no longer focus properly, and her entire vision had turned white, Xu Weishuang remained utterly silent.
Yan Muyu looked at Xu Weishuang and smiled—a wicked, maniacal smile, as if she had found some precious treasure, full of extreme joy and cherish.
She lowered her head and kissed Xu Weishuang’s face, then slowly leaned closer to Xu Weishuang’s right ear, whispering to her, “If you can’t bear it, push me away.”
This sentence was a concession to Xu Weishuang, a master’s warning.
After saying this, Yan Muyu exerted even more force, almost to an unbearable degree for a normal person.
This was also a test, not of Xu Weishuang’s endurance, but of how submissive Xu Weishuang could be.
The result was as she expected: Xu Weishuang immediately showed an expression of extreme pain, unable to bear it. Due to lack of oxygen, her body went numb and lost control, becoming completely limp, almost to the point of fainting.
Yet, there was still no intention of stopping Yan Muyu.
Xu Weishuang said she had never done anything like this with anyone, but Yan Muyu had long ago noticed that Xu Weishuang would inadvertently show a state of almost perverse obedience.
Humans instinctively fear and resist people and things that harm them. Even if a person has been subjected to long-term brainwashing, their body’s inherent pain nerves will continue to remind them that this is harm, this is pain.
But Xu Weishuang was able to consciously restrain this instinct.
Either she was born this way, lacking fear of pain and danger in her personality, or she had been in such pain and fear for a long time that she had lost the courage to resist.
Yan Muyu had not wanted to delve into Xu Weishuang’s past before, but at this point, Xu Weishuang had forced her to expose her hidden truth, her strong desire for control, making her want to control not just the other person’s body.
Yan Muyu wanted to control Xu Weishuang’s mind, Xu Weishuang’s truth.
She desperately wanted to know everything about Xu Weishuang. She felt as if she had acquired a never-before-seen new toy, eager to possess it, even to disassemble every part of it to thoroughly understand its structure.
Yan Muyu was even more delighted by Xu Weishuang’s current appearance: no resistance, clearly in immense pain, yet still trying hard to please.
From Xu Weishuang’s expression, Yan Muyu couldn’t tell if the latter enjoyed this kind of thing, but she had given Xu Weishuang leeway and hadn’t forced anything. Since Xu Weishuang still obediently remained there, she must naturally like it, right?
So Yan Muyu’s hands tightened further and further until Xu Weishuang could no longer bear it and was almost on the verge of fainting. Only then did she release her fingers.
Xu Weishuang coughed physiologically, her bent back like that of a beautiful bird with broken wings.
Her painful sounds and the physiological tears gathering in her eyes caused a ripple in Yan Muyu’s eyes.
Looking down at Xu Weishuang in this state, Yan Muyu’s long-suppressed obsessiveness and desire for control were now satisfied as never before.
She was not a good person, so she tried desperately to act like one. She was utterly cold, arrogant, and obsessive, so she adopted a persona of generosity and gentleness.
She had played this role for many years, and everyone else believed it, even she herself almost believed it, but everything was now completely exposed.
She didn’t enjoy tormenting people; she just wanted something that completely belonged to her, or someone.
Someone completely trusting, unconditionally, belonging only to her.
Xu Weishuang was certainly not such a person, but at this moment, she was enough to satisfy this perverted need.
Because Xu Weishuang’s desire to live was low, and she sought “peace” from Yan Muyu.
She and Xu Weishuang, each getting what they needed, a perfect fit.
Yan Muyu allowed herself to become gloomy and terrifying in front of Xu Weishuang, no longer restraining her greed.
She once again lifted Xu Weishuang’s face. This face, flushed from suffocation, now had red eyes, smudged lipstick, scattered tears, and slightly disheveled hair.
This touch of disarray was surprisingly captivating.
Xu Weishuang was already very fair, and her features were not soft. Her clear, cool, and indifferent face, with this bit of color, now resembled a winter plum blossom blooming on a branch in frost and snow.
Delicate yet bearing the chill of ice.
“You’re truly beautiful,” Yan Muyu praised her.
The entertainment industry was full of beauties, and Yan Muyu had access to the crème de la crème. Yet, in her eyes, Xu Weishuang’s face was among the most stunning.
Yan Muyu had seen Xu Weishuang on screen, like an uncarved yet flawless jade.
Her investigative gaze at this moment also carried a sense of scrutiny. She admitted that after Xu Weishuang’s icy expression broke, every expression she revealed was perfectly suited for the big screen—a face audiences would love.
She also adored the face before her.
Yan Muyu’s fingers slowly slid across Xu Weishuang’s face, as if caressing a valuable work of art. She was careful, yet possessive and infatuated.
Xu Weishuang was forced to look up at her, her half-closed eyes hazy from alcohol, yet still alert from the previous pain.
Many people who knew Yan Muyu thought she was gentle as water, but Yan Muyu felt that Xu Weishuang before her was the true clarity, like pure water from melting high mountain snow, as if untouched by a speck of dust.
Yan Muyu’s fingertip touched the corner of Xu Weishuang’s eye, wiping away an unshed tear.
“Your eyes…” Yan Muyu began but didn’t finish. Her words hung there, and Xu Weishuang didn’t hear the rest.
Although a subtle confusion arose instinctively in her heart, Yan Muyu’s subsequent actions made her unable to think of anything else.
Yan Muyu stood up, carried Xu Weishuang to a chair, and found a red rope from somewhere, using it to bind Xu Weishuang to the chair.
Xu Weishuang watched calmly. After Yan Muyu finished tying her, she looked up and met Xu Weishuang’s gaze, a slight frown appearing on her brow.
The calmness in Xu Weishuang’s eyes was the only thing that dissatisfied her. She wanted this person to cry, to become completely insane.
So, Yan Muyu found a piece of cloth and blindfolded Xu Weishuang, then smoothly inserted her fingertip into Xu Weishuang’s mouth.
The warm, wet mouth enveloped Yan Muyu’s index finger. Not satisfied with this, she used two fingers to part Xu Weishuang’s lips, forcing her to open her mouth and accept Yan Muyu’s teasing.
With her eyes unable to see, Xu Weishuang’s senses were infinitely amplified. Yan Muyu’s thumb lifted her lips and tongue, roaming freely in her mouth.
The sudden intrusion of a foreign object into her mouth made her uncomfortable, and she instinctively tried to push it out with her tongue.
“No resistance allowed,” came Yan Muyu’s stern reprimand.
Not “don’t,” but “no allowed”—it was a command, demanding Xu Weishuang’s immediate submission.
Xu Weishuang could only comply. She couldn’t see, only feel the faint fragrance close to her nostrils, while her throat was tightly constricted, and the feeling of suffocation returned.
“Be a good girl, and you’ll get a reward,” Yan Muyu whispered, biting her earlobe and playing with her sensitive ear.
Xu Weishuang couldn’t breathe, yet she could clearly feel the persistent tickle in her ear, and Yan Muyu’s low, seductive voice in her ear.
She was already being led by Yan Muyu to imagine what kind of reward she would receive if she was a good girl.
Her heart couldn’t help but tremble slightly.