The Wife Insists On Being My Top (GL) - Chapter 23

This question kept swirling in her mind.

The female lead’s fingers moved lower and deeper, and when they reached beneath her pubic hair, they pressed against her vulva.

That same bone-deep thrill washed over her, and she began to feel lightheaded. She involuntarily gripped the female lead’s shoulders, holding on tightly, fearing she might lose control and touch the female lead’s body.

“Mmm…uh…” she moaned, the pressure varying in intensity, deepening the pleasure.

She was clearly aroused. Even before parting her labia, Lu Xiuchun felt the wetness on her fingertips. The soft, thick folds of flesh, even pressed tightly together, couldn’t contain the overflowing juices.

Her kisses left her wife’s lips, trailing down her chin, nibbling at her skin. Her wife tilted her head back, her throat rising and falling with her breath.

It was a captivating sight. Only then did her fingers slide into her v4g1na.

It was already soaked, the warm, soft flesh feeling like an open wound, still contracting and pulsing.

“Lu Xiuchun…” she called out helplessly.

She seemed finally afraid, her voice trembling.

“I’m here,” Lu Xiuchun said, gliding her fingertip over the wet v4g1na. “Don’t be nervous, I’ll take it slow…”

“I feel a little…” A little what? she asked herself.

A wave of bitter guilt washed over her, a sadness for engaging in intimacy with someone she shouldn’t. But this sadness amplified the physical sensations.

Her body forced her mind to indulge in lust, and this force became part of the pleasure.

“A little what?” Lu Xiuchun asked, adding another finger, kneading within the folds of her vulva. Her lips kissed her collarbone, her chest, then she looked up. “If I make you uncomfortable, tell me.”

“Don’t say anymore…” Her voice was suddenly fearful again. She lay on her side, her upper leg lifted by Lu Xiuchun’s hand, allowing her fingers freer access.

Her swirling motions quickened, kneading for a while, then sweeping her fingers across her labia, or pinching her swollen cl!toris, then finding the right spot, she began rapidly rubbing and pressing against her cl!toris.

The pleasure became uncontrollable, her lips parting involuntarily. “Hah…” she gasped, trembling.

So shameful, she bit her lip tightly, but moans, like sprouting buds, pushed their way out of her throat, one after another, crisp and clear. “Mmm, uh-huh…Lu Xiuchun…”

“You’re gripping my shoulders so tightly, it hurts…” Lu Xiuchun breathed slightly. “Can you loosen your fingers, hold me, or hug me…”

Lu Xiuchun smelled so good, and she was so close, her voice so gentle, so ambiguous, as if every word carried a fragrance.

She didn’t want to listen, she was being played with like this, why should she listen? But her body wouldn’t obey.

Her arms limply wrapped around her neck, clinging to her.

Just as she was about to climax, Lu Xiuchun’s movements slowed.

Her fingers leisurely stroked and teased, like soothing a trembling, abused animal.

The entrance of her vulva contracted, the contractions rippling through the surrounding soft flesh. Gradually calming, the fingers resumed their faster pace.

She couldn’t take it anymore, the approaching climax was both sharp and soft, making her hips twitch uncontrollably.

The sound of wetness filled the air.

She hugged Lu Xiuchun tighter, moaning helplessly and trembling in her ear, “Where, where did you…mmm, uh…where did you learn all this…”

“Masturbation.”

Just those one word stunned her for a long time.

Finally, she climaxed, a sob escaping her throat, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Lu Xiuchun’s other hand gently stroked her back. “I’ve tried many times, every time after you fell asleep, watching you, your nape, your neck, I couldn’t help myself.”

She didn’t proceed further, but slowly withdrew her fingers, got up, turned on the light, and took two tissues from the bedside table to wipe her wetness.

Her mind was still a daze.

After helping her put on her underwear and pull down her skirt, the female lead said, “Want to know how I masturbate?”

“What?”

“If you want to know, I can show you.”

During the masturbation, Lu Xiuchun’s mind wasn’t filled with lust, but with the phone call she received from Jiang Jinqiu before returning home.

Initially, Jiang Jinqiu used work as an excuse to invite her to inspect the scenic area together in a few days. It was supposed to be a discussion on how to renovate the area, but it was essentially a disguised public-funded trip. But later, the tone changed. Lu Xiuchun said she wanted to go with her wife, and Jiang Jinqiu laughed, “Just half a day, do you two have to be glued together? Is it necessary?”

“I suggest you come alone, Xiuchun, you’re new to the company, always going everywhere with Wang Luran will make you look down on, people will see you as her appendage.” She paused and added, “I admit I have my own agenda, but it’s also sincere advice.”

Lu Xiuchun was silent.

“Or are you worried about your wife being alone with me in the mountains?”

Of course she was worried. “Then I’ll go with our company’s design director.”

Jiang Jinqiu burst out laughing. “You’re quick-witted, I’ll be blunt, I only want to go into the mountains with you alone.”

“Jiang Jinqiu!” she hissed.

“Don’t get angry yet, how about this, I’ll ask your wife for her opinion first, if she agrees, you’ll go with me, okay?”

She didn’t answer, but it wasn’t a refusal, it was acquiescence.

She felt a strange sense of fear.

And this fear kept her from going home to face her wife for a long time.

Author’s Note:

Because it’s the first time, it’s a relatively pure experience. Later, the foolish cannon fodder will be thoroughly… changed. There will be a counterattack, but only after the divorce.