Transmigrating into the Rival's Fanfiction - Chapter 12

Ding!

Congratulations, Host! Completion value +5. Your score remains negative. Keep up the good work!

The familiar System notification chimed in both their ears. Qin Zhi naturally understood these intimate matters, but she had never imagined having to enact them off-screen.

Sheng Mingluo, having studied this scene meticulously, remembered every detail perfectly. She hooked her arm around Qin Zhi’s neck, inching backward until her lower back pressed against the cool windowsill, forcing herself to endure the chill creeping across her skin.

“Then… I’ll be impolite.”

Qin Zhi closed her eyes and bit down on Sheng Mingluo’s soft lips. Their bodies pressed tightly together, feeling each other’s curves. Sheng Mingluo’s entire face flushed crimson.

To be honest, she had never had the opportunity to experience kiss scenes before. Her roles were few and mostly as the male lead’s villainous female foil. In today’s market, where “double purity” is highly valued, intimate scenes are almost exclusively reserved for the male and female leads. She usually just sat on a small stool on set and watched.

Is this what it means to have abundant theoretical knowledge but zero practical experience?

Qin Zhi was even more adorable than Sheng Mingluo had imagined. Before kissing her, she had actually said “Forgive my impudence.” Sheng Mingluo pressed her forehead against Qin Zhi’s, feeling the cool touch of Qin Zhi’s skin, which was soothing on the warm summer night.

Sensing the tremor in Sheng Mingluo’s fingertips against her skin, Qin Zhi couldn’t help but let out a soft groan. Her warm lips then pressed against Sheng Mingluo’s collarbone.

“Slow down…” Sheng Mingluo murmured.

Her hands gripped Qin Zhi’s nightgown, the smooth, silky fabric crumpling into layers of wrinkles under her grasp.

Light footsteps sounded outside the window. Because of the humid summer night, Qin Zhi had only partially closed the window, leaving a barely visible gap. Through it, she saw someone approaching.

“Someone’s there,” she whispered into Sheng Mingluo’s ear, her lips brushing against her earlobe. The earlobe was particularly sensitive, and Sheng Mingluo couldn’t help but tremble all over. Her fingers remained hooked around Qin Zhi’s neck, her body growing weak from the kiss.

Qin Zhi pulled her backward, and Sheng Mingluo stumbled forward, still dazed and unsure of what was happening. She was pulled forward, Qin Zhi’s hand supporting her back.

Her chest heaving, Sheng Mingluo finally listened carefully. Sure enough, someone was walking past the window, their footsteps faint and barely audible without focused attention.

Her fingers unconsciously tightened on the back of Qin Zhi’s head, digging into her hair. Qin Zhi’s heels bumped against the edge of the bed, and she unexpectedly tumbled backward, pulling Sheng Mingluo down on top of her.

“I-I’m sorry…” Sheng Mingluo stammered, her knees pressing into Qin Zhi’s body. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, covering Qin Zhi’s cheek and obscuring most of her face.

“It’s okay,” Qin Zhi murmured, arching slightly. She pinched Sheng Mingluo’s earlobe between her fingers, ready to resume their interrupted pleasure. But just as she captured Sheng Mingluo’s lower lip, a knock sounded at the door.

Their damp breaths mingled, racing across each other’s skin. Sheng Mingluo felt a surge of nervousness; she had always been more familiar with the theory of such things than the practice.

The gentle nibbling felt exactly as she had imagined—kissing was both electrifying and comforting.

Knock, knock… knock, knock.

A familiar female voice called from outside the door.

“Boss, the director said the screenwriter revised some scenes again. He asked me to bring them over for you to review.”

“Boss, are you asleep? Boss?”

Fang Qing was about to push the door open out of curiosity when Sheng Mingluo quickly scrambled out from under Qin Zhi. This scene had indeed occurred in the original novel… but thinking about it now was utterly mortifying.

Back then… Qin Zhi had still been going at it.

“No,” Qin Zhi replied.

The door was ajar, but Fang Qing usually knocked before entering unless it was urgent. Qin Zhi rose from the bed, straightened her collar, and smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes.

Feeling somewhat guilty, Sheng Mingluo stood to the side, tidying her own disheveled clothes. After their earlier entanglement, her clothes were a mess. She carefully adjusted her collar with her fingers.

Her hair was also a mess, but Sheng Mingluo couldn’t be bothered to fix it.

After all, Qin Zhi’s assistant had seen them waking up in the same hotel bed before. There was no point in hiding it now.

“I understand. It’s late. Go get some rest,” Qin Zhi said, opening the door wider.

Qin Zhi’s expression remained calm, but Fang Qing knew better. Having worked with Qin Zhi for years, she could guess her boss’s thoughts even without a word, despite her icy demeanor.

A quick glance out of the corner of her eye revealed Sheng Mingluo sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. Both women were dressed too neatly, lacking any hint of post-shower relaxation.

Fang Qing recalled her earlier knocks on the door, which had gone unanswered.

Oh no, had she ruined something important for her boss?

Fang Qing felt like dying. She hurriedly shoved the revised script into Qin Zhi’s hand and fled like a startled rabbit. Lingering even a second longer, she feared she’d scare herself to death.

Qin Zhi accepted the script and casually tossed it onto the table. Normally, she would have immediately scrutinized the revisions, but her mind was elsewhere.

Her gaze lowered, she replayed the recent events in her mind. Having tasted the marrow, she now knew the allure of sensual pleasures.

No wonder her sister had become addicted. Qin Zhi suddenly felt a surge of self-loathing. A woman with clumsy technique had barely seduced her, and she had already lost control of her desires.

She had wanted to share the bliss of carnal union with her.

Sighing, Qin Zhi murmured an apology to Sheng Mingluo, who was still sitting on the bed.

“I’m sorry… I still feel a little forced.”

Qin Zhi wasn’t sure if it was the influence of the story’s plot, but she couldn’t seem to sort out her feelings.

Ding—Regrettably, your plot completion value is -65%!

Host, please overcome your psychological barriers and keep trying!

Plot completion value has reached -100%—the Punishment Instance will now be activated.

What? A Punishment Instance too?

Sheng Mingluo stared in disbelief. She had only read this one story! How could there be a Punishment Instance? Damn it, could it be based on the author’s other works?

Aaaah!

Someone save me!

Is Qin Zhi really asexual? Even after all this, she still says she can’t? You don’t want to go back, but I do! What kind of Instance… please don’t be one of those Instances with English letters!

Sheng Mingluo couldn’t bear to think about it any further. Naturally, she wouldn’t dare voice these thoughts to Qin Zhi. She knew how absurd it was to suddenly be transported to a parallel world and forced to do those things with someone she had only met a few times.

Sheng Mingluo had spent days mentally preparing herself for this. After all, she was the one being taken advantage of!

Seeing Sheng Mingluo’s resentful gaze, Qin Zhi realized she was being unreasonable. But she couldn’t accept it just yet.

She despised her sister and mother’s casual attitude toward changing lovers like clothes, and this deep-seated aversion made her psychologically resistant.