When the Scumbag A Got the Dog-Licking Script - Chapter 32

Neither woman turned on the lights as they entered the room, leaving it pitch black. Yu Jinzhao half-carried Pei Daowan and collapsed onto the bed, the muffled thud sending a jolt through Pei Daowan’s body and mind.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Pei Daowan asked, biting her tongue to cling to the last shreds of her rationality.

Receiving no answer, Yu Jinzhao only burrowed deeper into her embrace, her head pressed against Pei Daowan’s chest. With a sigh, Pei Daowan arched her back, offering herself more fully to Yu Jinzhao.

“I’m too weak. Prop me up with a pillow.”

Yu Jinzhao complied, immediately placing two pillows beneath Pei Daowan’s hips, forcing her body into a pronounced arch like a bridge supported by its piers.

“Bite into my gland with your canines… but not too deep…”

Still no response. Only the sound of Yu Jinzhao’s ragged breathing filled the air. After a long moment, a dry, strained voice finally broke the silence.

“Who am I…?”

Pei Daowan’s thoughts swirled in confusion. She couldn’t immediately grasp the meaning behind Yu Jinzhao’s question. Why dwell on such trivialities at a time like this? she wondered, grateful for the darkness that concealed her disheveled state.

Yu Jinzhao took Pei Daowan’s hand and placed it on her own waist, then pressed her other hand against Pei Daowan’s chin. “I know who you are,” she said, her voice rough. “And I know exactly what I’m doing. So stop with the pointless questions, okay…?”

Having received Pei Daowan’s instructions, Yu Jinzhao’s blindly groping head finally paused for a moment. Then, like a wild beast unleashed, she acted without hesitation, bending down to half-lift Pei Daowan and abruptly flipping her over.

Pei Daowan’s slender, vulnerable back was now completely exposed to the Alpha’s grasp. Yu Jinzhao could restrain her waist with a single hand.

“Hiss—!”

Without warning, Pei Daowan felt a sharp pain at the nape of her neck—Yu Jinzhao’s teeth had sunk into her flesh.

“Don’t rush…”

Forcing herself to focus, Pei Daowan switched off all the lights in the room, leaving only the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains to illuminate their vague outlines.

Yu Jinzhao seemed impatient, tugging at Pei Daowan’s long dress with hurried, clumsy movements. Her shoulders slipped further down with each tug, threatening to reveal the straight line of her collarbones and the curve of her exposed shoulder.

Whether Yu Jinzhao was unfamiliar with the proper methods for relieving a heat cycle or deliberately tormenting Pei Daowan, the result was the same: Pei Daowan’s discomfort intensified. Suspended halfway in the air, neither fully supported nor released, her breathing grew heavier, and her bloodless fingertips clenched desperately against the bedframe.

“Yu Jinzhao!”

Pei Daowan was genuinely furious, gritting her teeth. Even if Yu Jinzhao was a novice, she was a novice too! Didn’t Yu Jinzhao realize how torturous this was for her as well?

Yu Jinzhao remained silent, as if mute, relentlessly teasing Pei Daowan. She bit the gland on the back of Pei Daowan’s neck repeatedly, never granting her any relief.

Pei Daowan clenched the bedsheets, crumpling them before releasing her grip, repeating the motion several times. Her knuckles turned white, and faint blue veins bulged slightly.

Already weak, Yu Jinzhao’s inaction was rapidly draining her remaining strength.

“You bastard!” Yu Jinzhao deserved to die!

Yu Jinzhao finally spoke, her voice low, hoarse, and muffled: “Good sister… I don’t know how… Will you teach me…?”

Pei Daowan felt her breath catch in her throat, wanting to strangle Yu Jinzhao. How could she not know?

How could she not know when she was tormenting her like this? How could she not know when she had pinned her down and reduced her to this state?

This passage described Pei Daowan’s dress being forcibly pulled down to her hips, leaving only one shoulder strap. Despite numerous revisions, it still failed to pass censorship. You can imagine the scene—it was quite suggestive, but now I can only describe it verbally.

Her skin flushed a deep crimson against her will, yet her expression remained stubbornly defiant. Her eyes, however, were fragile and helpless, as if she were sinking… beyond rescue.

Imagine fifty-nine words here, detailing the parts Jinjiang forbids describing, concerning…

“Yu Jinzhao…” Pei Daowan bit her lip, her voice hoarse and trembling, tinged with a hint of >_< .

She felt like a desert traveler, parched and dehydrated, repeatedly deceived by mirages. As the pheromone grew increasingly intense, her… arousal climbed to ^^* .

The wine she’d drunk earlier that evening simmered within her, making her feel hot both inside and out. Her usually clear, cold eyes, sharply defined in black and white, now shimmered with shattered light, their depths flushed with a seductive crimson.

The room was plunged into darkness, save for the faint moonlight filtering through the window. Yu Jinzhao couldn’t see clearly, but if there had been light, she would have witnessed those usually indifferent eyes brimming with springwater…

Yu Jinzhao’s hands hovered near Pei Daowan’s gland before finally releasing her. Pei Daowan froze, her support gone, utterly drained of strength.

In the darkness, a soft chuckle echoed, laced with teasing and provocation. “Sister, you don’t seem to be doing so well~”

Pei Daowan: “……”

Pei Daowan was starting to regret her actions. She hadn’t realized Yu Jinzhao was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The woman who seemed so docile in everyday life had transformed into a completely different person.

A surge of anger rose within her. Was this Yu Jinzhao’s first time? How could she torment Pei Daowan like this without feeling any remorse?

Fueled by a sudden burst of strength, Pei Daowan grabbed Yu Jinzhao’s collar, flipped them over with a forceful twist, and pinned her beneath her.

If one ignored the subtle assistance Yu Jinzhao had provided during the maneuver, the reversal could have been considered flawless.

The amusement and indulgence in Yu Jinzhao’s eyes hadn’t faded, glowing even in the darkness as she gazed up at Pei Daowan. For some reason, Pei Daowan felt her anger falter.

Furious, she wrenched her hand free from Yu Jinzhao’s grip, straddled Yu Jinzhao’s waist, and pinned her hands to the bedsheets with one hand while gripping her collar with the other. “Tell me!” she demanded fiercely. “Is this your first time? How are you so skilled?”

Yu Jinzhao tried to lean closer in a conciliatory gesture, but Pei Daowan held her firmly in place. Yu Jinzhao, amused, readily complied, her smile radiant.

“It really is my first time,” she said, her voice teasing. “But, dear sister, you’re even less capable than I imagined. I thought it would last longer.”

“Yu Jinzhao! Do you want to die?”

Enraged, Pei Daowan bent one leg and tried to kick Yu Jinzhao off the bed.

Yu Jinzhao smoothly drew her legs up, cradling Pei Daowan against her thighs as she coaxed, “Good sister~ I was wrong. Please give me another chance? I’ll be good this time, I promise. I won’t do that again.”

The desire in Pei Daowan’s body hadn’t subsided; Yu Jinzhao’s teasing only intensified her discomfort. Yet, pride prevented her from backing down. Furious, she buried her face in Yu Jinzhao’s collarbone and bit down hard.

“Ssshh~” Yu Jinzhao winced, enduring the pain as she pulled Pei Daowan closer. Seizing the moment while Pei Daowan’s teeth were occupied, she completely slipped off the long skirt that had been hanging loosely around her waist. The soft, full curves pressed firmly against Yu Jinzhao’s chest, forcing her to summon every ounce of self-control to prevent the situation from spiraling out of control.

Pei Daowan lifted her head, her hair disheveled across her shoulders, her entire upper body exposed. Though she had initiated the bite, her lips were swollen and parted slightly, as if they had been ravaged. Even as she tried to restrain herself, ragged breaths escaped her.

Yu Jinzhao continued to coax her, “Alright, alright, don’t be angry anymore, okay? I’ll be gentle this time. I won’t tease you on purpose. Trust me.”

Pei Daowan had no idea where her rationality had gone. Perhaps it was Yu Jinzhao’s overly doting tone, combined with her usual upright and gentlemanly demeanor, that had lowered Pei Daowan’s guard so drastically. She nodded almost imperceptibly.

Though the movement was barely noticeable, Yu Jinzhao sensed it and couldn’t help but reveal a sly smile.

She continued her gentle persuasion, “Would you rather do it yourself, Jie-jie? I’m afraid I might be too rough and make you uncomfortable.”

Pei Daowan wasn’t thinking clearly at that moment. She just wanted this to end quickly. If Yu Jinzhao didn’t act soon, she was seriously considering taking a cold shower and applying a suppressant patch.

Unable to think straight, Pei Daowan ultimately fell for Yu Jinzhao’s sweet talk. She bit her lower lip and moved her hand from Yu Jinzhao’s waist to her own.

“Pei Daowan!”

In the darkness, a sigh of lamentation echoed from an unknown source. Yu Jinzhao finally made her move, drawing Pei Daowan into her arms with a tender yet possessive embrace.

Heartbeats merged, bodies pressed together. Yu Jinzhao’s clothes were still damp, and though she had left a shirt on, its unbuttoned state proved more of a hindrance than a comfort.

The rustling of fabric against skin felt like an itch through a boot, leaving both women restless. Pei Daowan was the first to break, her trembling hand reaching to unbutton Yu Jinzhao’s shirt.

Yu Jinzhao tilted her head slightly, her eyes unwavering. Beside her lay Pei Daowan’s gland.

An unfamiliar tenderness welled up in Yu Jinzhao’s heart. She hesitated, her teeth hovering near the gland, but she didn’t bite down.

Fine beads of sweat grew thicker, and between them, the curve of Pei Daowan’s waist and abdomen rippled with movement. Yu Jinzhao’s focus wavered…

Pei Daowan’s strength waned, her waist collapsing, her legs too weak to support her. The pillow beneath her hips finally served its purpose, trapping her against its curve with no escape.

In the end, Yu Jinzhao’s teeth sank into the gland. The kiss deepened, and a flood of pheromones surged into Pei Daowan’s body. She trembled uncontrollably, an unprecedented sensation coursing through her entire being.

Perhaps being an Omega truly could bring one to the peak, just like death…

That was Pei Daowan’s only thought in that moment.

“Yu Jinzhao…”

When Pei Daowan did such things, she seemed to particularly enjoy calling out Yu Jinzhao’s name, as if through gritted teeth, yet also as if pleading for mercy.

The moonlight streamed softly through the window, while the river breeze, carrying a hint of moisture, drifted into the room, gently stirring the gauze curtains and brushing against their hearts.

It was still intensely painful. Pei Daowan writhed in agony, reaching out to punish Yu Jinzhao, but her struggle only seemed to reward her with even fiercer kisses.

“No! Please… stop…”

To describe this scene in plain language would be impossible. Let your imagination fill in the details.

Imagine a roller coaster plummeting from its peak, the stomach-churning drop and weightless sensation.

Picture the churning sea, its black waves surging relentlessly, obliterating all traces of human passage in an eternal, seething frenzy.

Feel the raging wind tearing through everything, lifting people into the air without anchor, the terrifying sense of being adrift, utterly beyond control.

Caught between the descent of reason and the indulgence of the body, Pei Daowan truly felt herself teetering on the brink of death.

“Yu… Jinzhao!”