Whoever Falls in Love First is the Dog - Chapter 25

Chapter 25: “Young Miss, What Do you Want to Play Today?”

“Whether we’re a match or not, it’s not like we’re talking about marriage, so why mention being ‘well-matched’?”

Listening to Chen Yanxing’s answer, Shen Mengke sneered and closed her eyes.

She was escaping, escaping Chen Yanxing, escaping all the problems, escaping this world.

When she didn’t speak, Chen Yanxing also remained silent. Various sounds converged around them—noisy, chaotic—but this one space they occupied seemed to form a barrier, isolating all external sounds.

They remained silent, their breathing growing heavier, their heartbeats irregular and erratic.

“Do you know what kind of place this is?”

She suddenly remembered Chen Yanxing asking her that just now. She knew, of course she knew.

The people in the club never bothered to hide it. From the moment she sat down and started drinking, many people came up to talk to her.

While she was proud of her charm, she was also uneasy in such an environment. Luckily, Chen Yanxing appeared. In this setting, Chen Yanxing’s presence actually brought her immense security.

Chen Yanxing had obviously come looking for her. She had brought a contract, and unlike the contracts Chen Yanxing magically produced after every unexpected encounter, this time, Chen Yanxing’s target was Shen Mengke.

Shen Mengke didn’t know how Chen Yanxing knew she was here. Whether it was tracking or surveillance, she didn’t care. Many questions, she didn’t want to know the answers to. Many questions, once the answers were known, would inevitably lead to a falling out, without a peaceful end.

The wine bottle on her shoulder was finally removed. Shen Mengke heard the sound of the bottle hitting the table. The sudden lightness on her shoulder felt like a released seal. Shen Mengke abruptly opened her eyes and met Chen Yanxing’s gaze.

Chen Yanxing was caught off guard, unable to hide the emotions in her eyes, which Shen Mengke saw completely.

Shen Mengke curved her lips, smiling provocatively. “Of course, I know what kind of place this is. The question is…” As she spoke, the unrestrained hand touched Chen Yanxing’s lips, then slowly slid down, from her neck to the buttons on her chest, slowly, slowly, down to her abdomen. Her finger gently poked, and she said with a smile, “Can you handle it?”

Chen Yanxing raised her hand and caught Shen Mengke’s mischievous hand. With the restraint of the handcuff, she squeezed her fingers between Shen Mengke’s.

Shen Mengke was surprised for a moment, but the hand paid no attention to her struggles, forcefully clasping their two hands together.

In an instant, a tingling sensation traveled along the nerves of her fingers to her heart, then spread throughout her body with her heartbeat. Shen Mengke couldn’t help but shiver. She couldn’t explain the origin of this tingling, only that she couldn’t stop staring at their intertwined hands.

Shen Mengke’s hand was pressed against the sofa by Chen Yanxing. When the light shone down, Shen Mengke could only see the back of that veined hand. She didn’t know if it was the lighting, but that hand was eerily pale, like a vampire who hadn’t seen light in a long time.

Yet it was disproportionately strong. When it pressed Shen Mengke’s hand, no matter how hard Shen Mengke tried, she couldn’t break free an inch.

She finally yielded under Chen Yanxing’s control, looking up at the woman pressing down on her.

The moment their eyes met, Chen Yanxing immediately lowered her gaze, as if her eyes were full of lies, guilty to be discovered with just a glance.

“What did Chen Yanxing tell you?” Chen Yanxing asked.

From Shen Mengke’s mention of “Chen family,” Chen Yanxing knew it must have been Chen Yanxing causing trouble. Although there weren’t many people in the Chen family, besides herself, the only other Chen person Shen Mengke could have met was Chen Yanxing.

She was giving Shen Mengke a chance, but Shen Mengke just wouldn’t speak. She looked at Chen Yanxing, then suddenly broke free from the gripped hand, reaching out to cup Chen Yanxing’s chin.

Slowly, she straightened Chen Yanxing’s gaze, forcing her to look only at herself.

At this moment, the emotions in Chen Yanxing’s eyes had nowhere to hide. From the moment they met, the desire in her eyes had burned hotter and hotter, until now, in the moment of eye contact, the blazing fire instantly ignited the surrounding air, igniting the entire club.

She kissed her, in the club, in the main hall, on the sofa.

In this corner, which was neither truly public nor truly private, they kissed each other wildly, lost in the moment.

Shen Mengke’s hands wrapped around Chen Yanxing’s back, as if to embrace Chen Yanxing in her arms. Chen Yanxing also changed her position, kneeling on Shen Mengke’s legs.

Did what Chen Yanxing said matter? It didn’t.

At least at this moment, no one else mattered.

Fueled by the alcohol, the suddenly mellow music in the venue, and the ambiguous atmosphere around them, Chen Yanxing carefully and tenderly brought her lips down.

Their intertwined hands seemed to grip even tighter now, as if holding an extremely precious jewel, wishing to crush it and melt it into their very bones and bl00d.

Shen Mengke slightly frowned, a soft hum escaping her lips, but it was quickly muffled by Chen Yanxing.

Tonight, Shen Mengke was extremely unusual in Chen Yanxing’s eyes, but then again, Chen Yanxing was hardly normal herself. Neither of them spared the other, turning a gentle and tender kiss into a mix of resentment, anger, and all unspeakable emotions.

A kiss truly is a magical thing. Any emotion that cannot be expressed in words can be conveyed through it, mixed with flesh and bl00d, intertwined breaths, colorless fluids, stubbornly blending colorful emotions completely.

Black, red, pink, yellow…

Their positions shifted in an instant. Shen Mengke was now sitting on Chen Yanxing’s lap, their clasped hands controlled by Chen Yanxing behind Shen Mengke’s back.

Shen Mengke looked at her and suddenly smiled, her free hand slowly reaching out, tracing Chen Yanxing’s brows and eyes. “It’s a good thing you don’t look like her, otherwise…”

Her words were unfinished but perfectly stopped.

Chen Yanxing chuckled softly. “For the past twenty-plus years, I’ve been grateful for that.”

“Young Miss, what do you want to play today?”

Shen Mengke sighed, leaning against Chen Yanxing, her hand mischievously tugging at Chen Yanxing’s clothes over her chest.

“I want to play with you…”

Drunk and tipsy, the crowd’s noise, anxiety and delight intertwined, a subtle atmosphere gradually spread between the two.

The handcuffs eventually ended up entirely on Shen Mengke’s hands. Her hands were behind her back, kneeling on Chen Yanxing’s lap, her face flushed with desire, her eyes blurred with mist. She couldn’t see many things clearly.

In the midst of everything, she felt a sudden increase in the number of people around them. They swayed around Shen Mengke, as if watching a magnificent performance. The lights formed one halo after another, floating before Shen Mengke’s eyes.

She parted her lips slightly, letting out a breath. Shame surged within her to an extreme degree; being watched was not a pleasant feeling.

She couldn’t help but close her eyes, her lips tightly pressed, lowering her head as if in escape.

Her hair fell over her chest, revealing a hint of color on the back of her neck. Chen Yanxing’s gaze darkened.

The loss of sight led to an infinite amplification of other senses. The sudden vibration made Shen Mengke tremble, pleasure instantly peaking, and her tightly pressed lips were utterly broken by a prolonged moan.

She frowned slightly but lifted her head.

She trembled, tears welling from the corners of her eyes, rolling down her cheeks, passing her slender neck, and landing in the hollow of her collarbone.

A small puddle seemed to collect there, swaying along with Shen Mengke’s desire, reflecting the various colors of the lights, and falling into Chen Yanxing’s eyes.

She licked her somewhat dry lips, then poured herself a glass of wine to moisten her throat.

The white wine was gulped down fiercely, a burning sensation rushing down her throat into her heart, adding more fuel to the already stirring desire.

The two figures in front of her seemed to slowly overlap. Chen Yanxing looked at Shen Mengke sitting on her lap, a wrapper clenched between her teeth.

Shen Mengke, seeing the item, glared at her with a mix of shame and annoyance, yet still cooperated, leaning slightly and biting the other side of the wrapper.

Their noses brushed against each other. As they ground together, with a slight force, a soft “hiss” sound echoed in their ears, and a smooth bullet vibrator rolled out of the wrapper, falling into Chen Yanxing’s hand.

Chen Yanxing released her mouth, letting the half-open wrapper remain dangling from Shen Mengke’s lips.

Shen Mengke looked at the object in her hand, her lips pressed together, unable to tell if it was fear or shame.

“Shall I help you?” Chen Yanxing looked at Shen Mengke. Though she asked, she didn’t wait for Shen Mengke’s answer, her hand already reaching over.

Chen Yanxing was not a pampered young lady; the calluses on her hands, though not thick, were definitely not few.

…

Shen Mengke’s face flushed, and the plastic bag in her mouth made a frantic rustling sound…

She released her mouth, accompanied by an unbearable moan, and the wrapper fell onto Chen Yanxing.

The two sounds completely merged at this moment, those reddened eyes exceptionally captivating.

After a long while, Shen Mengke’s breathing finally calmed down. She slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was blurred by a layer of mist, but it didn’t hinder her from seeing Chen Yanxing clearly, or her surroundings.

There was no one else there. Everything was merely Shen Mengke’s shame at play.

She was shy, she was ashamed, she had never exposed her desires in public, so she was afraid.

But in such an ambiguous place, it’s likely that no one would care even if someone were making love in their corner. They had their own destinations, their own places of pleasure. They weren’t interested in other people’s partners, and they were even less interested in others’ processes.

The people in this place were extravagant yet gentlemanly, each adhering to a set of unwritten rules, seeking their own desires in a state of frenzy and haziness.

The mist in front of her eyes gradually disappeared. She looked at the undisguised desire in Chen Yanxing’s eyes and curved her lips triumphantly.

See? No matter how lowly she was, there would always be someone who would fall for her.

Shen Mengke found release for her desires because of Chen Yanxing, while Chen Yanxing, in turn, found herself in a self-induced climax because of Shen Mengke’s release.

She glanced at the wine glass in Chen Yanxing’s hand. “What’s the fun in drinking alone?”

Her voice was somewhat hoarse, yet she clearly hadn’t used her voice moments ago.

Perhaps the inner screaming was reflected in Shen Mengke’s body.

Drinking alone was certainly no fun. Chen Yanxing poured another glass of wine and held it to Shen Mengke’s lips.

Shen Mengke’s eyes had been fixed on her. She lowered her head slightly and sipped along the rim of the glass, but before she could taste it, Chen Yanxing suddenly pinched her neck and poured a large gulp into her.

Shen Mengke was caught off guard and forced to tears. Before she could swallow the wine in her mouth, Chen Yanxing grabbed her and kissed her again.

Her tightly closed lips were pried open. As their tongues touched, wine flowed out, dripping onto Chen Yanxing, yet Chen Yanxing still stole a bit of wine.

Shen Mengke was first choked, then got wine all over her. Her moist eyes glared at Chen Yanxing with a hint of anger, but when she saw Chen Yanxing’s equally flushed cheeks as they separated, all her displeasure suddenly vanished.

“This is how wine should be drunk,” Chen Yanxing said.