The Wife Insists On Being My Top (GL) - Chapter 21

Ever since the female lead joined the company, she frequently had to report her work to Wang Yishu. In this regard, Wang Yishu treated her more like a teacher than a superior.

And there were also requirements for her to be this teacher. The most important point was that the female lead could not own any shares in the company. If they divorced one day, she could only leave empty-handed, unable to take anything away except her salary and work experience.

These were Wang Yishu’s original words during their study meeting last time. But Wang Yishu also said that work experience was also part of life’s wealth, “How much you can learn depends on your own fate.”

The female lead had no objection to this, and just lowered her head and said, “Don’t worry, Grandma, I don’t need the Wang family’s money.”

These words didn’t sound like a declaration of loyalty at all, but rather like a provocation.

Wang Yishu glared at her and said coldly, “Fine, that’s for the best.”

This day, the female lead was going to Wang Yishu’s place again. Sister Ya went with her. The cannon fodder originally wanted to accompany her, but the female lead asked her to stay at home and wait for her to come back. After saying that, she looked at her with a meaningful look.

The cannon fodder understood.

Because tonight would be their first time making love.

This was what they agreed on last time, and it was she who personally agreed.

After the good morning kiss that day, the female lead asked her, “Besides the good morning kiss, can we also have s3x like ordinary couples?”

“Yes! Of course!”

“When?”

“Huh?”

“When?”

“Well… tomorrow, no, the day after tomorrow will be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“What am I not sure about? On the contrary, Xiuchun, are you sure you really know how?”

Speaking of this, the female lead narrowed her eyes, and then raised a charming and gentle smile, “Don’t worry, I’ve practiced secretly.”

“Wh-what…”

“Are your things packed? Let’s go.”

“Hey, what do you mean by practice? Can this kind of thing be practiced?”

The female lead smiled and didn’t answer.

While taking a bath, the cannon fodder couldn’t stop thinking about this question.

She imagined many different scenarios, such as the pure and beautiful female lead watching porn videos online, the female lead masturbating, or even the second female lead teaching the female lead how to be the dominant one, like…

Female lead (spreading her legs and looking down): Slow down, I need to see your movements clearly…

Second female lead (clicking her tongue impatiently, then separating the labia): Watch carefully, like this, like this, and like this.

Female lead (moaning): Ah~ uhn… teacher… you… you’re so amazing…

Second female lead (speeding up): You can do it too with practice. Come on, try it yourself.

Female lead: Okay, thank you, teacher…

Thinking of this, the cannon fodder shuddered.

She scrubbed her body vigorously, washing herself until she was squeaky clean, then came out of the bathroom and lay stiffly on the bed. Her eyes rolled around, and those strange images resurfaced.

It’s so strange, so sinful. Does sleeping with the protagonist’s woman really not have any problems? Did I agree too impulsively?

No, it’s fine, she convinced herself. Anyway, she’s a pillow princess without hands. If the second female lead asks about it later, I’ll just say I never touched the female lead. It’s the truth anyway.

Yes, that’s settled. I must resist the female lead’s temptation later, absolutely, absolutely no touching!

The cannon fodder nodded firmly.

However, gradually, her willpower was worn down by the long wait.

It was already eleven o’clock, and the female lead hadn’t returned yet.

Unable to hold on any longer, she yawned and got up, wanting to call the female lead to ask, when she finally heard the sound of the door opening downstairs.

The female lead said good night to the aunt who got up in the middle of the night, then walked up the stairs to the second floor.

Her footsteps grew closer and closer, and the cannon fodder held her breath. She gripped the quilt tightly, feeling like a concubine waiting for the emperor’s favor.

Pah, pah, pah, what kind of crappy metaphor is this?

The footsteps were already at the door, and she buried her head in the quilt again, pretending to be asleep.

After a moment, there was a click of the doorknob turning from outside, and the cannon fodder’s heart skipped a beat. The person had come in, and she lay stiff, afraid to move.

Perhaps seeing that she was asleep, the footsteps immediately became lighter. The female lead tiptoed to the bathroom next door, and the door closed gently. The cannon fodder finally breathed a sigh of relief and poked her head out.

Half an hour later, the sound of water stopped.

The female lead returned to the bedroom.

She didn’t turn on the light, but walked straight towards the bed.

The cannon fodder swallowed her saliva, and the bed behind her sank slightly.

She said softly, “Still want to do it? I know you’re not asleep.”

“Do it! Of course, I’ll do it! I’m not afraid of you!”

The female lead laughed, softening her tone gently, “That’s good.”

Then her hand climbed onto the cannon fodder’s shoulder from behind.

She didn’t immediately turn her body over, but slowly stroked her wife’s body in this position, wanting to make her comfortable with her touch.

But the moment she felt the female lead’s body temperature, the cannon fodder’s breath caught in her throat. She gripped the pillow tightly, changing the subject to try to relax, “How did you know I wasn’t asleep?”

“Because you never cover your head with the quilt when you’re sound asleep.”