As the words left her lips, Yu Keqing panicked first. Her gaze dropped again, not daring to look at Lin Sheng’s reaction, fearing that if those vibrant eyes turned cold, her newfound courage would instantly collapse.
The faint scent of sandalwood spread cautiously, no longer entirely submissive, yet still devoid of aggression. It moved with a tentative, reaching arc, gently soothing the rich rose fragrance surrounding Lin Sheng.
Lin Sheng’s entire body trembled, fully displaying the uncontrollable urgency and flirtatiousness of her heat.
Propping herself up, she leaned toward Yu Keqing until her burning body almost pressed against her. Her red lips were soaked vivid by desire, the corners of her eyes were so red they seemed ready to bleed. The watery light in her eyes was dizzying, her gaze was sticky and scorching, locked onto Yu Keqing’s profile, her breathing heavy with a hurried tremor.
The rose scent suddenly surged, thick enough to be sticky and hot enough to intoxicate. Driven by primal longing, it frantically entangled the faint sandalwood, hooking and pulling as if trying to knead this sole consolation into its very marrow.
She grabbed Yu Keqing’s wrist with a force born of lost control, her fingertips flushed and scalding.
“Please, please, please…”
Lin Sheng spoke almost instantly, her voice soft enough to melt bones, tinged with an undeniable urgency. The end of her sentences dragged long, mixed with heavy pants and the sweet scent of roses, seductively soul-eroding.
“Baby, please… please take me, want me. I can’t stand it, wu… I beg you, Ke Ke, wifey.”
She proactively leaned into Yu Keqing’s embrace, her shoulder rubbing against Yu Keqing’s neck. Disordered strands of hair swept across skin as her hot breath spilled onto the side of Yu Keqing’s neck. The moisture from her eyes rubbed against the collar, a scorching heat that felt like it would set Yu Keqing ablaze.
These seductive sounds made Yu Keqing’s heart tremble and her throat tighten.
Lin Sheng’s repeated pleas were so enchanting they seemed to dissolve into her blood, the rose fragrance was so thick Yu Keqing felt she might drown.
Yet Yu Keqing gritted her teeth and endured. Her hand had been seized by Lin Sheng and pressed against that burning, soft place, but she remained motionless. She pulled back slightly, her earlobes so red they looked ready to drip blood. Her voice was as light as a breath, yet carried a weak resistance.
“No.”
Yu Keqing’s pheromones spread gently, not oppressive, not fierce, but steady enough to wrap around the agitated rose scent. Like a gentle shackle, they pressed down on Lin Sheng’s frantic movements. Her palm tightened slightly, pressing against Lin Sheng’s restless waist with a light touch.
“I don’t want you right now.”
Yu Keqing’s voice was hoarse, carrying a clumsy sense of control she hadn’t noticed herself. She remained that same tepid, weak figure.
“I haven’t seen enough of you begging me yet.”
Lin Sheng had never begged her before, the only previous time was a command, a scolding. Yu Keqing had loved this gorgeous woman with a humility that reached the dust.
Her love had never been reciprocated; it was only ever thrown away like trash by Lin Sheng.
In the past, she didn’t even hope for Lin Sheng to look her in the eye. Lin Sheng didn’t love her to begin with, so she gave up and left. It was Lin Sheng who trapped her here again, and now it was Lin Sheng begging her, the Queen stepping down from her throne to wag her tail and plead for a commoner like her.
Driven by scorched logic, Lin Sheng pressed closer to Yu Keqing, her breathing completely disordered.
“Ke Ke, please, wu…” Lin Sheng turned into a pool of water, hanging limply off Yu Keqing.
Yu Keqing lowered her eyes and asked, “What are you begging me for?”
“Begging you… to play with me.”
“Anything else?”
“Tease me.”
“Mhm.”
“Want me.”
“Keep going.”
“Mark me.”
Yu Keqing’s eyelashes fluttered as she refused. “I don’t want to mark you anymore.”
Lin Sheng’s breathing grew even more hurried. She captured her lips in a hot kiss, pleading, ” Wu… you want to, you do. Quick, say you want to.”
“I don’t.”
“Ke Ke,” Lin Sheng said, sounding soft as silk and clingy as if crying, calling her name repeatedly. “Wifey, my little ancestor, what exactly do you want? Just tell me.”
She circled Yu Keqing’s neck, her waist rubbing gently, carrying the instinctive flattery and intense desire of the heat.
“I’m begging you.”
“I’m begging you nicely.”
“Don’t leave me hanging like this.”
The rose scent was intoxicating, every strand was an act of weakness, submission, and madness.
Lin Sheng tilted her head back, her lips brushing against Yu Keqing’s jaw. Her voice was light as a sigh, enchanting to the bone.
“I feel so bad, won’t you take me? Ke Ke wifey, take me, hurry.”
Yu Keqing curled her fingertips and withdrew herself from Lin Sheng’s embrace, saying coldly. “If you want me to take you, you can, but first you must show me your sincerity.”
Lin Sheng was being tortured to the point of madness. Layers of fragrant sweat broke out, dampening the black hair at her forehead and neck.
Her red lips were alluringly vivid. She leaned back, slowly opening herself.
Deep within the forest was a secluded, winding path, the rose was budding, and dewdrops condensed on the petals, translucent under the ambiguous lighting.
Yu Keqing pinched her palm and shook her head. “Not enough. Not like this.”
“What exactly do you want!” Lin Sheng grit her teeth, her eyes red and frustrated. She had already gone this far, yet Yu Keqing could still hold back.
Yu Keqing gave her a deep look and opened the drawer. Inside were the toys from last time. She took the remote and stood by the bed, looking down from above.
Lin Sheng crawled over, her beautiful hands desperately fumbling with the toys, haphazardly pressing them against herself. She then looked expectantly at the remote in Yu Keqing’s hand, urging her to press it, but Yu Keqing didn’t move.
Physiological tears slid down Lin Sheng’s glamorous face. The beauty, dominated by desire, twisted her waist on the bed, her former coldness, arrogance, and superiority were nowhere to be found.
The current Lin Sheng was a “thirst trap” siren, the rose vines coiled around Yu Keqing’s body, the flowers about to bloom swaying before her. The fragrance stained her, rich and aromatic.
The “nectar of the gods” stained the small toys, emitting a faint scent.
Yu Keqing’s finger was sucked into her mouth, a silver thread of saliva hanging from the corner of her lips. Lin Sheng looked up with those breathtaking fox eyes, soulful and seductive.
Click!
While Lin Sheng was immersed, a cold metal chain fastened around her ankle, the other end fixed to a lock by Yu Keqing.
The remote stopped working. Yu Keqing took away all the toys, the ambiguity came to a screeching halt.
With a soft sound, Lin Sheng looked disheveled and bewitching. Her pupils were dark and heavy, the mist in them thick with un-dissolvable lust, there was longing, grievance, and an unhidden softness.
Seeing Yu Keqing walk toward the door, she shook her head in panic, pleading. “No, don’t, don’t go!”
The chain made a clattering sound. She collapsed by the bed, her snow-white body flushed with color. Her hair covered her eyes as she cried bitterly, her hands clawing at the chain on her ankle. She was both resentful and anxious. Yu Keqing was playing with her!
Yu Keqing stood by the door. She knew the length of the chain better than Lin Sheng, it couldn’t reach the exit.
She wiped the moisture from her fingers and looked timidly at the wretched Lin Sheng, slowly speaking: “I don’t want you, and I certainly won’t mark you. Lin Sheng, stop trying to seduce me.”
The chain continued to clatter. Lin Sheng violently brushed the hair away from her eyes, her misty, beautiful eyes turning completely crimson.
It wasn’t the seductive red of lust, but a scarlet born of anger, humiliation, and the shock of being manipulated.
She propped herself up to a half-sitting position, her snow-white body trembling slightly with rage. Within the thin flush of color was a hint of ferocity. Her fingertips gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white. Even her voice shook, yet every word carried a sting, the dying struggle of an innate pride.
“Yu Keqing! You dare play with me?!”
When had she ever been treated so coldly? She used to be the person Yu Keqing held in her palms for fear of dropping, and kept in her mouth for fear of melting. When had she ever been teased like this? When had she ever begged Yu Keqing, only to be doused with cold water and told “I don’t want you”?
Yu Keqing was playing her, getting revenge. Revenge for her past indifference, for treating her love like trash, for never being willing to look her in the eye. She should be angry, she should seize Yu Keqing!
She frantically pulled at the ankle chain, the sound of metal rubbing against flesh piercing the air, yet she seemed oblivious. Her eyes surged with resentment and refusal to submit. She tried to release a more intense rose pheromone, trying to force Yu Keqing to yield, wanting her to be like before, where a hook of a finger would bring her crawling back.
But it was useless. All of it.
Yu Keqing just stood by the door. Her weak appearance hadn’t changed, her fingertips were still trembling slightly. Yet there wasn’t a hint of wavering in her eyes, and her breathing didn’t skip a beat. The faint sandalwood scent spread out, neither humble nor arrogant, gently parrying the agitated rose scent. There was no sinking into it, only distance.
“I don’t want to.”