Whoever Falls in Love First is the Dog - Chapter 1
Chapter 1
The taste of being overwhelmed by desire is never pleasant—reason often bows in defeat at such moments.
Most of the time, adults don’t need to say “One, two, three—start!” for things to begin.
A soft ding from a phone message alert broke the air. Shen Mengke instinctively looked up to find her phone, only to have her chin caught and turned back by the other woman.
Her thin spaghetti-strap dress slipped off easily, exposing her pale shoulders under the glow of the light, making her skin look even whiter. The woman bit into Shen Mengke’s neck, whispering a warning: “Focus.”
Outside, it had started raining again. Amid the soft hum of the air conditioner, Shen Mengke heard a sound not belonging to the machine—perhaps even a distant rumble of thunder.
Wind pushed raindrops against the windowpane, adding a distinct rhythm to the intimate mood within.
It was August—the peak of summer’s heat.
Shen Mengke was already drenched in sweat. Despite the air conditioning, she felt unbearably hot, almost as if she were the one drugged.
Pinned beneath the woman, kisses landed between her brows.
The whole process wasn’t violent, but it wasn’t exactly gentle either. Her back ached from the impact with the headboard, and sweat ran into her eyes, soon washed away by tears. In the haze, she opened her eyes and looked at the beautiful woman above her.
Strands of black hair fell onto Shen Mengke’s face, brushing her eyes and brows, as if outlining or caressing her features.
A hand traced her cheek, down to her collarbone, igniting sensations that spread through her whole body.
Moans of pleasure drifted in the air. Shen Mengke wrapped her arms around the woman’s neck, pulling her down for a kiss.
But in the haze of lust, the woman dodged Shen Mengke’s lips, leaving only a soft kiss on her cheek.
Her heart trembled. Shen Mengke closed her eyes and buried her face in the woman’s embrace, surrendering to the madness that consumed her body.
The phone rang again, its soothing ringtone blending with the rain outside. For a moment, it was hard to tell whether the sound came from the phone or the storm.
It was the third time that night. Shen Mengke frowned and reached out to turn it off, only for a hand to beat her to it.
That hand was long and slender, with clearly defined joints and fair skin under the light. A sticky substance on her fingers smeared the phone as she ended the call. Silence returned. Shen Mengke could now hear the cicadas buzzing outside, tangled in the chaotic rainfall, making it hard for her to stay sane or rational.
Just a second later, the storm’s roar broke through again and swept between the two of them.
Shen Mengke frowned—she hated people making decisions for her—but this wasn’t the time to argue. The woman’s hand pressed against her lips, stroking and wetting them, reigniting her arousal.
Shen Mengke didn’t even know this person. On that sultry night, she had drunk a little, walked into the wrong room, and stumbled upon a scene where a drugged CEO had just kicked out a girl trying to crawl into her bed. Too bad the CEO couldn’t resist Shen Mengke’s charm.
Shen Mengke was beautiful, with a figure to match—so stunning that her acting was often overlooked in favor of her looks.
The two of them were like wild animals in heat, rolling into bed without a second thought. They kissed, bit, touched—doing everything that could be done. Everything happened so fast, there was no time for regrets.
Desire’s grip was unbearable, and logic had long given up.
The night passed quietly under the rain, fading into dawn like any other night after a storm.
A sudden ringtone shattered the morning calm. Shen Mengke frowned but didn’t open her eyes. She groped for the phone and ended the call.
The woman beside her stirred.
Shen Mengke felt her sit up and was just about to go back to sleep when the phone rang again. Her hand reached out from the covers but was unexpectedly grasped.
She opened her eyes abruptly, meeting the gaze of the woman leaning over her.
She was naked, her body covered with marks left from the night before. Shen Mengke’s eyes traveled from her collarbone to her chest—where a red handprint stood out starkly.
A sudden rush of heat surged through her chest. Shen Mengke lowered her eyes, licking her lips hungrily.
The woman seemed not to notice, simply taking the ringing phone before her. “It rang all night. If you don’t pick up, they’ll keep calling,” she said.
Shen Mengke frowned, pushing her away and snatching the noisy phone.
Still groggy, her vision blurred. She stared at the screen for a moment, confirmed it was a call from Yuncheng, and hung up, blocking the number.
Peace, at last. The woman said nothing and went to shower.
Shen Mengke tapped her phone aimlessly, the irritation on her face evident.
There were also unread messages from Yuncheng. She deleted and blocked them without reading.
The sound of running water drew her attention. She sat up in bed, staring blankly at the bathroom door.
She was fully sober last night. That little bit of alcohol wasn’t enough to cloud her mind. One-night stands were nothing new to her—life is short, pleasures should be enjoyed. She refused to be alone, and even more so to be tied to just one person.
But the other woman probably didn’t see it the same way.
Only when the woman reappeared did Shen Mengke snap out of her thoughts.
Now fully dressed, she looked different. In the dim lighting and heat of passion last night, Shen Mengke had only noted she was attractive. Now she saw she wore a white linen shirt with matching wide pants, sleeves rolled up—clean, simple, and youthful, like a college student. That is, if you ignored her sharp, predatory eyes.
She gathered her accessories from the night before. A black beaded bracelet wrapped several times around her wrist, ending in a tassel—was it a Buddhist bracelet?
A simple white orchid brooch sat on her chest, elegant and refined.
Shen Mengke narrowed her eyes, staring at the brooch. She finally recognized it—it was the one sold for 790,000 at Chengxi Auction last year. Shen Mengke had been there and thought it looked pretty plain. She hadn’t expected it to be so valuable.
The woman—Chen Yanxing—stood at the bedside, looking down at Shen Mengke and said, “About last night… I can offer you compensation. Whatever you want—money too. Just give me your account number. I only ask one thing: don’t talk about it.”
She sounded like a first-time criminal, clumsily trying to clean up a crime scene.
The “victim” chuckled. “What is this? Hush money?”
“Compensation,” she replied.
Shen Mengke nodded. Fine, clean and simple. Saves her the trouble of figuring out how to deal with this.
“No need for compensation. I was willing. Besides, you’re good-looking and skilled. I didn’t lose out,” she said bluntly.
The woman paused—apparently not used to such honesty—then turned to leave.
Watching her walk away, Shen Mengke clicked her tongue. After a night of passion, how could someone be so cold?
Then a Weibo notification popped up on her phone. She checked it absentmindedly, then frowned deeply. “Wait! Don’t go out…”
Chen Yanxing’s hand was just reaching for the doorknob when she paused and looked back.
“There are… paparazzi outside,” Shen Mengke said, turning her phone to show her.
Chen Yanxing walked back and looked at the screen. It was Weibo:
#ShenMengkeseenstayingathotelwithunidentifiedwoman
#ShenMengkelesbian
#ShenMengkefindsnewsugarmommy
#ShenMengkemessyprivatelife
#ShenMengkemeetingsugarmommybetweenfilmshoots
#ShenMengke…
One after another, Shen Mengke’s name filled the trending topics. Several were already exploding.
Chen Yanxing looked up at her. “Shen Mengke?”
Shen Mengke smiled and nodded, refreshed the feed twice more, and seeing her studio had already responded, finally set the phone down. “Let me introduce myself: Shen Mengke, the one always trending on Weibo.”
Chen Yanxing simply nodded. Truth be told, she didn’t use Weibo and didn’t know who Shen Mengke was.
Shen Mengke was an actress, the type whose fame exceeded her work.
You could say she was infamous—always trending, yet never truly famous. It was as if someone was suppressing her rise. But every time she trended, it was over scandals that harmed her career.
So this latest viral post was no surprise to her. She tilted her head, looked at Chen Yanxing, and said, “Out of courtesy, isn’t it time for you to introduce yourself too?”
“Chen Yanxing,” she replied flatly.
That stunned Shen Mengke. “The Second Miss of the Chen family—the one who became a nun?!”