Transmigrating into the Rival's Fanfiction - Chapter 15

“I haven’t filmed any idol dramas before, so I’m not very experienced with this kind of thing. I hope… you’ll be understanding.”

Despite Qin Zhi admitting her inexperience, Sheng Mingluo couldn’t help but feel annoyed. This girl is totally showing off, right? What does she mean by “never filmed an idol drama”? With her acting skills and status, she’d never even be considered for such roles.

“Teacher Qin, even though I often film idol dramas, intimate scenes like this never fall to supporting characters like me.”

“So I’m a newbie too. Please be understanding.”

Sheng Mingluo stepped forward gently, cupping Qin Zhi’s cheeks in her hands.

“Our mission for today is… to start with three kisses.”

“Teacher Qin, do you have any objections? If you do, please speak up.”

Blinking, Qin Zhi felt the girl’s fingers brush against her ears. She forced herself not to look away, silently telling herself to treat this like acting.

Sheng Mingluo switched her demeanor almost instantly.

“No objections.”

Her voice was soft and gentle, like that of prey allowing itself to be manipulated, rolling on the ground and exposing its belly to please its master.

Sheng Mingluo leaned down slightly, resting her knee on the bed. She bit Qin Zhi’s lip, the lingering sweetness of the tea still on her breath.

Qin Zhi’s hands gripped Sheng Mingluo’s shoulders, their body heat rising rapidly. Sheng Mingluo pushed Qin Zhi onto the bed, deepening the kiss.

Her fingertips traced Qin Zhi’s collarbone.

Qin Zhi gasped, her mind feeling like a taut string about to snap. The chaotic noise of snowflakes drowned out all thought. The lost doll from her memories seemed to return to her side. Defying convention, Qin Zhi tilted her head back and pressed her forehead against Sheng Mingluo’s brow.

Her slender fingers pressed against Sheng Mingluo’s back, feeling the butterfly-like bones beneath the thin fabric.

The butterfly immediately fluttered away, as if the childhood doll were trying to escape her grasp. Qin Zhi’s eyes clouded with a hint of ferocity, and in an instant, their roles reversed.

Qin Zhi was on top, pinning Sheng Mingluo beneath her, leaving her almost unable to move. Qin Zhi’s breathing was erratic, her chest heaving unevenly.

“What’s… wrong?” Sheng Mingluo asked, the intimate atmosphere shattered. She was about to check if Qin Zhi was having another bout of embarrassment… but instead, Qin Zhi’s hands tightened around her wrists, holding her captive.

“After kissing me… will you kiss others?” Qin Zhi’s ear pressed against Sheng Mingluo’s chest, her long hair cascading down to cover most of Sheng Mingluo’s exposed chest. She couldn’t suppress the question, nor could she control her turbulent emotions.

What a strange thing to ask, Sheng Mingluo thought.

“Teacher Qin… we’re professional actors. If future scenes require intimacy, we’ll naturally follow the Director’s instructions.”

Being pinned down like this was incredibly uncomfortable. Sheng Mingluo sighed inwardly, wondering if her plans for the night were about to fall apart again.

Three kisses.

And we’ve only had the first one.

Her response was met with a long silence, until Sheng Mingluo began to drift off to sleep.

“I’m sorry… I lost control again.”

“Let’s start over,” Qin Zhi said.

Her fingers traced Sheng Mingluo’s cheek as she adjusted her position and leaned in for another kiss. It began like a gentle drizzle, then quickly escalated into a torrential downpour.

The sudden ferocity left Sheng Mingluo breathless, her body instinctively struggling against the onslaught.

“Qin… Zhi…!” she gasped, her voice barely audible. This time, Sheng Mingluo was the one to call a halt. The look in her eyes as she gazed at Qin Zhi had shifted, becoming wary.

This woman seemed different from the fanfiction’s portrayal—more unhinged, more… indescribable. The line between genius and madness was razor-thin.

The desperate plea snapped Qin Zhi back to reality. The haze in her eyes gradually cleared, replaced by lucidity, though an unnatural flush remained on her cheeks.

Sheng Mingluo pushed her shoulders away, clutching her nightgown tightly to create distance between them. Both were disheveled.

“What’s wrong with you?” Sheng Mingluo demanded, struggling to regain her composure as she tightened the collar of her nightgown. Qin Zhi stumbled backward, nearly falling off the bed.

Qin Zhi bit her lip tightly. Once she experienced prolonged intimacy with someone, she couldn’t control her possessive urges, wanting to completely claim the person or thing as her own.

“I’m fine. Do you want to continue?”

Wiping her damp lips with the back of her hand, Qin Zhi lifted her teary eyes to meet Sheng Mingluo’s gaze. In that moment, she appeared utterly vulnerable, leaving Sheng Mingluo speechless, unsure of what to say.

“You… you’re clearly not okay…”

No wonder rumors circulated about Qin Zhi’s eccentricities: her refusal to film intimate scenes with male or female actors, and her preference for films with strong female leads.

Is she unable to be intimate with others?

Yet sharing a bed with me seems to pose no problem…

“I told you I’m fine, Miss Sheng. Must you keep pressing? I believe you’re intruding on my privacy.”

Qin Zhi wiped the lingering moisture from her lips, a faint, enigmatic shadow darkening her eyes. She seemed slightly irritated, her vulnerability exposed before Sheng Mingluo.

She hated others knowing her secrets.

But her body and instincts had already betrayed her. Qin Zhi bitterly regretted her lack of restraint.

“Miss Qin, I was just showing ordinary concern. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“You were the one who insisted on practicing today, and you’re the one who can’t handle it. Have you even considered my feelings?”

“I want to go back too…”

She hadn’t felt particularly upset before, but saying it aloud made her feel deeply wronged. She hadn’t done anything wrong—Qin Zhi had been the one to propose the practice session in the first place.

For the first time, Sheng Mingluo felt tears welling up in her eyes. Her voice unconsciously turned sharp and aggrieved.

“I just want to go back.”

That was why she had accepted all this absurdity.

“I…”

Qin Zhi wanted to say something, but the words caught in her throat.

She seemed to have messed things up again. Her perpetually cold demeanor stemmed from her difficulty controlling her emotions. By avoiding emotional connections with others, she could maintain her composure most of the time.

Was kissing too intimate?

The overwhelming desire to possess and consume her had surged through her mind, and Qin Zhi clenched her palm tightly to regain control.

“Let me calm down…”

Qin Zhi stood up wearily, her bare feet touching the cold floor as she retreated a few steps.

Sheng Mingluo leaned back in her chair, propping her cheek with her hand, her shoulders mostly bare. Qin Zhi ignored her state. Her feet remained on the floor, without slippers.

Seeing her like this, Sheng Mingluo’s heart softened again. Qin Zhi had already apologized for what happened before and even transferred a substantial sum as compensation for emotional distress.

Remembering her newly acquired collection of designer handbags, she thought, For their sake, maybe I should forgive her.