Whoever Falls in Love First is the Dog - Chapter 26

Chapter 26:  Will a Monk Who is Bound by the Precepts also be Tempted by Beauty and be Fascinated?

Still in that position, they slowly finished a glass of wine, sip by sip.

If it were just drinking, it would have been fine, but Chen Yanxing deliberately teased her, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, leaving Shen Mengke hanging.

Shen Mengke’s body was overly sensitive; a slight touch would send shivers through her.

… It made Shen Mengke feel both shy and awkward.

Shen Mengke’s eyes reddened, and she shifted uncomfortably…

It gave her a strong sense of its presence, as if reminding her of what had just happened.

She pursed her lips, and when she looked at Chen Yanxing, she frowned slightly, tears from her arousal still clinging to the corners of her eyes, making her look wronged and pitiful.

…

In an instant, Shen Mengke’s body went limp. She fell into Chen Yanxing’s arms, her chest heaving violently.

Sweat drenched her body, and her hair clung to her forehead, obstructing part of Shen Mengke’s vision.

Chen Yanxing’s hand gently patted her back, her fingers slowly sliding down her exposed arm, intertwining with her hands… behind her back.

Shen Mengke rested in Chen Yanxing’s arms for a while. The club music changed its rhythm again, suddenly becoming lively, as if reminding Shen Mengke that everything was over.

Music always had this way of subtly stirring one’s heartstrings, hinting at one’s emotions.

Shen Mengke’s eyes slowly cleared, and rationality returned in an instant.

Her body suddenly stiffened. After realizing what was happening, she instinctively held her breath.

Chen Yanxing felt the momentary stiffness of the person in her arms, lowered her head slightly, and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

As she spoke, her warm breath brushed against Shen Mengke’s ear.

Her body, which hadn’t fully calmed down, couldn’t handle any more teasing. With that stimulation, her body trembled again.

Having her body controlled and her desires dominated—this feeling of being out of control wasn’t actually very pleasant.

Shen Mengke, mortified, looked up and bit Chen Yanxing’s neck. Chen Yanxing winced in pain, her hand movements pausing for a moment, but after realizing what was happening, she silently tightened her grip on Shen Mengke’s hand.

The bitten skin gradually became wet with warmth. Chen Yanxing knew that Shen Mengke was crying, but she said nothing, pretending not to know.

Shen Mengke couldn’t explain why she was crying. Perhaps it was embarrassing to be played to climax by Chen Yanxing in public.

She bit for a long time, until a bit of bitterness seeped into her mouth, then she愣愣地 loosened her grip. She had actually drawn bl00d.

Shen Mengke stared at the bleeding spot, blinking.

Chen Yanxing wasn’t particularly fair-skinned. Unlike Shen Mengke, she probably didn’t specifically do skin care. Yet, it was precisely this quality that gave Chen Yanxing an inherent wildness, especially with the beads of bl00d on her delicate neck at this moment.

As if possessed, Shen Mengke extended her tongue and licked it.

A jolt of electricity instantly shot to her heart. Chen Yanxing’s eyes widened for a split second, then lowered and immediately lifted again, her grip unconsciously tightening, hurting Shen Mengke.

Shen Mengke hissed softly, frowning. She struggled to sit up, but Chen Yanxing held her down. “Don’t move, I’ll take it out for you.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Mengke uncontrollably blushed again. “I’ll…”

She wanted to say she’d do it herself, but Chen Yanxing had already made her move.

Fingers gently brushed over her petals. The unique sensation made Shen Mengke’s breath catch, and she closed her eyes in mortification.

But the sensation was too unique. Even with her eyes closed, her heart couldn’t stop.

Scene after scene flashed before her eyes: from them sitting together drinking, to inexplicably kissing, and then to…

…

Shen Mengke couldn’t stop trembling. She called out Chen Yanxing’s name, cursing her as a bastard, but Chen Yanxing didn’t care at all. In fact, the moment Shen Mengke’s curses escaped her lips, Chen Yanxing intensified the pressure of her hand.

The wine in the glass swayed precariously, accidentally spilling out. The lights cast into the wine, and also swayed into Shen Mengke’s heart.

…

Shen Mengke hummed softly, a slight frown on her face…

She couldn’t tell if it was a slip of the hand or intentional.

“What?”

Shen Mengke asked softly, but Chen Yanxing’s hand stroked upward, gently caressing her hot, reddened earlobe.

There was a bit of liquid on her hand, and when it touched, it felt a little cool.

The contact of ice and fire, the most unbearable was Shen Mengke. She twisted her body restlessly, looking up to continue asking Chen Yanxing, but Chen Yanxing lowered her head and kissed her lips.

Their lips brushed, their breaths intertwined. Shen Mengke slightly tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

She suddenly found herself liking it here, liking this place that constantly whispered of ambiguity, liking this carnival of desire.

Here, there were no big stars or rich young ladies; no one knew anyone else, and no one needed to understand anyone else. They didn’t need a soulful connection, only a physical complement.

Here, everyone was a slave to desire, everyone wagged their tails in supplication to desire.

This feeling of being equally lowly, equally indulged, was truly good.

This kiss was extraordinarily long. Chen Yanxing held Shen Mengke tighter and tighter, as if wanting to completely merge Shen Mengke with herself.

Shen Mengke opened her eyes and struggled slightly, and Chen Yanxing released her.

She sat up, looking at Chen Yanxing.

“The key?” she asked.

Chen Yanxing smiled and nodded.

The props in the club were specially made; the key wouldn’t be as sharp as usual, but no matter how dull or round it was, a thin piece placed inside was still impossible to ignore.

Shen Mengke unconsciously licked her lips, her beautiful eyes glaring at Chen Yanxing. Her tears finally dried, making her look less pitiful and more stubborn.

She didn’t know why Chen Yanxing had so many tricks. She felt a bit cowardly, so she began to change the subject. “I just came here to drink,” she said.

But Chen Yanxing just chuckled softly, pretending not to understand her hidden meaning. “I’m here to drink with you, Young Miss.”

With that, she leaned slightly, embraced Shen Mengke, and slowly poured wine into the glass from behind her.

Before this, Shen Mengke had always thought that hugging was a pure and loving gesture, that hugging was just hugging, that hugging gave warmth and encouragement, that hugging was beautiful.

But when their bodies were almost touching, Shen Mengke inexplicably felt an impulse, unrelated to love, only to desire.

Chen Yanxing seemed to care about nothing, yet the sexual attraction she exuded was absolutely fatal, a feeling like an ascetic monk.

Would a monk, bound by precepts and doctrines, also be tempted by beauty and become utterly captivated, lost in enchantment?

Shen Mengke slightly raised her eyes, staring at Chen Yanxing’s face. Her breath was close, yet Shen Mengke instinctively held hers.

However, breathing can be artificially controlled, but heartbeats cannot.

All the bl00d in her body flowed backward at this moment, entwined with Chen Yanxing’s heartbeat, following the rhythm of the music in the hall. The white orchid brooch on her chest felt exceptionally strong at this moment—it was given to her by Chen Yanxing.

She didn’t know how Chen Yanxing got into Yaozhou without the white orchid brooch, but she knew that Chen Yanxing came specifically for her.

A hand suddenly touched her waist. Shen Mengke couldn’t help but tremble, her eyelashes fluttering.

The cool wine glass touched Shen Mengke’s lips. She pursed her lips, then lowered her head, and in that position, took a sip of wine.

Chen Yanxing suddenly chuckled, then moved the glass away. Shen Mengke watched her take a big mouthful of wine.

…She held it in her mouth, a slight curve on her lips, looking at Shen Mengke with a smile.

The hand that had lingered on her waist suddenly disappeared. Shen Mengke looked longingly at the hand she had slightly raised.

She leaned back against the sofa, one hand resting on it, the other suspended in the air, still holding half a glass of wine.

Shen Mengke looked at her. Her shirt had long been ruined by Shen Mengke, wrinkled, messy, and a bit wet.

Two buttons on her chest were undone, her bra peeking out.

Shen Mengke’s undisguised gaze swept over Chen Yanxing, then lingered on her face.

That face held a triumphant, disdainful, arrogant smile as she looked at Shen Mengke.

Shen Mengke naturally understood what she meant. She leaned forward slightly, but because she had lost the use of her hands for balance, her only point of support was her knees, which were kneeling on the sofa.

Chen Yanxing deliberately leaned back a bit, as if teasing her. Shen Mengke, momentarily careless, bumped into her.

The moment their lips touched, her body tilted, hitting Chen Yanxing’s shoulder. The pain instantly brought tears to her eyes, but before she could react, Chen Yanxing had already clasped the back of her head and passed the wine into her mouth.

The wine was sweet, sliding down her throat the moment it entered her mouth, without any hindrance.

Desire is endless. Under Chen Yanxing’s guidance, Shen Mengke wanted more and more. They drank, kissed, hugged…

They did everything that couples do, but they weren’t a couple; they were just friends with benefits who hit it off.

The battlefield finally shifted. The wine Chen Yanxing had ordered when she arrived was almost finished between the two of them. These two people, who weren’t particularly fond of drinking, surprisingly had good alcohol tolerance.

A little dizzy, a little flushed, but both still maintained their last bit of sobriety.

The soaked contract was taken by them. It wasn’t until they entered the elevator and left the dim environment that Shen Mengke saw the wet patch on Chen Yanxing’s pants caused by herself.

She leaned against the elevator wall, smiling silently.

The handcuffs were not removed. Chen Yanxing was like a bandit, controlling the key, controlling Shen Mengke’s desire.

…

Chen Yanxing then flipped through a few pages of the sticky contract, looked up at her, and asked, “Are you still looking at the contract?”

Shen Mengke pursed her lips, stared at her, and then chuckled. “Will you trick me?”

“I won’t,” Chen Yanxing said directly. “But I don’t know about Ren Zhou; she’s a businesswoman.”

Shen Mengke blinked. “I thought you and Ren Zhou were birds of a feather. What, you brought the contract but didn’t even read the content?”

“No, that’s between you two.”

Shen Mengke smiled and said nothing more.

She leaned against the wall, closing her eyes, but the alcohol went to her head in this quiet moment.

Chen Yanxing looked at the contract, hesitated, then crumpled the papers into a ball and threw them into the trash can by the door when she exited the elevator.

Shen Mengke was already satiated, but Chen Yanxing, who had watched for so long without tasting anything, was burning with impatience.