Cocoon (Lily ABO) - Chapter 13

Seemingly completely unaware that she had been sold out by her own assistant, Wei Zhen held the bone-soft body in her arms. She buried her head behind Jian Ying’s ear, taking a deep breath, and let her thin lips graze the root of the ear.

“So fragrant. Did you change your perfume?”

Hmph!

Jian Ying huffily pushed away the person leaning on her to “eat tofu” (take liberties). Her beautiful eyes looked as though they might overflow with water. “None of your business!”

Gazing with a look of helplessness at the beauty who had shifted attitudes so abruptly, Wei Zhen rubbed the bridge of her nose and asked in a gentle tone, “Why are you angry?”

Jian Ying tilted her chin and glared at her. Nonsense, she wasn’t angry at all!

Every time Wei Zhen took a step forward, Jian Ying took a step back until she was pinned against the wall. She stubbornly averted her head, refusing to look at her. Wei Zhen tried to hug her, but she wouldn’t allow it. Wei Zhen wanted to kiss her, but was pushed away.

Wei Zhen stood still before her, her thoughts racing as she carefully replayed what Jian Ying had just said.

Seeing that the person before her had stopped moving, Jian Ying stole a glance at her. She saw Wei Zhen standing there rubbing her chin in deep thought; then, as if realizing something, Wei Zhen’s lips suddenly curved. Her eyes looked straight over, catching Jian Ying’s “peeking” red-handed.

Wei Zhen simply stared at her with a smirk, making Jian Ying feel a chill run down her spine.

Wei Zhen pressed forward, her knee wedged between Jian Ying’s legs. Jian Ying’s back was flush against the wall with nowhere to hide. Wei Zhen was already tall with long legs; now, Jian Ying was practically sitting on her knee, making her appear even shorter by comparison.

Wei Zhen lowered her head with extreme ease, placing one, then two light pecking kisses on those red lips.

“There is no other ‘beauty’…”

Struggling to keep her body from sliding down, Jian Ying reluctantly reached out to grab Wei Zhen’s collar, enduring the intense yet gentle kiss with difficulty.

“Mmh~” Jian Ying tried to push Wei Zhen away, but her high heels against the corner of the wall slid down uncontrollably.

Wei Zhen stared fixedly at Jian Ying’s panicked eyes, her gaze unwavering. She leaned in and kissed her again.

“There is no ‘beauty,’ only you…”

Perhaps Wei Zhen’s gaze was too tender, or perhaps her own legs were too sore, but by the time Jian Ying regained her senses, her entire body was draped in Wei Zhen’s arms, and they were a tangled mess of kisses.

Wei Zhen’s hands supported Jian Ying’s perky bottom, her knee against the wall bearing the weight of them both. Jian Ying’s arms were around Wei Zhen’s neck, her lower body pressed against Wei Zhen’s lower abdomen.

The two were glued together, their kiss deep and inseparable.

Jian Ying darted her tongue out to lick Wei Zhen’s clean chin. Her eyes were shimmering with moisture, and her red lips—having been thoroughly tasted by Wei Zhen—were glistening. She felt like she was turning into a pool of water in Wei Zhen’s embrace.

Wei Zhen narrowed her eyes at the person panting in her arms. She lifted Jian Ying’s body, pulling her weak legs to wrap around her waist. She then took the room card from Jian Ying’s palm; while lowering her head to find those red lips, she accurately swiped open the door.

The two entered the room in a passionate embrace. This scene happened to fall right into the eyes of Han Jingman, who had just returned from outside. Han Jingman was holding a bag of freshly popped Garrett caramel popcorn, the sweet scent wafting through the paper bag.

The red dress Jian Ying wore provided Wei Zhen with great convenience. As soon as they entered the room, Jian Ying was pinned against the wall, her breath stolen by a barrage of kisses. Wei Zhen’s hand, which had been holding the base of Jian Ying’s thighs, easily slid under the skirt.

Her fingertips roamed over the delicate inner thighs, slowly wandering to the point where their lower bellies met. Wei Zhen’s entire hand covered Jian Ying’s fiery, trembling pussy. Her middle and index fingers scraped back and forth along that small slit, finally pressing accurately onto a hard little bean. She pressed down with force, pinching the little “pearl” through the thin fabric of the panties; instantly, a gush of floral nectar soaked the underwear.

Wei Zhen hooked her fingers into the hem of the panties and used her thumb to catch a bit of the moisture, rubbing it. The liquid from the fabric wetted her fingers.

“You’re soaked through…”

As if feeling Jian Ying wasn’t quite ashamed enough, Wei Zhen withdrew her hand and displayed her glistening fingers in the air, rubbing them together. The transparent fluid stretched into fine threads between her wet fingertips.

Jian Ying’s face flushed a deep red with embarrassment. She hated how Wei Zhen teased her every time—this wicked thing.

Jian Ying tried to bite her through her clothes, but Wei Zhen tilted her head and caught her in another kiss.

Wei Zhen’s hands didn’t stay idle. One hand dove back under the skirt to cause chaos at her pussy. Taking advantage of Jian Ying’s dazed state, she pulled the panties down to her knees in one go. Her fingertips returned to the soft folds, plucking and kneading them. Her other hand skillfully found the hidden zipper at the side of the waist, silently undoing the red dress halfway.

The intoxicated Jian Ying suddenly felt a chill on her chest, only to realize her red dress had slid down to her waist. Startled, she tried to struggle, but Wei Zhen’s finger was pressed against her private parts; with every move, her body trembled, which only allowed the finger to be swallowed deeper.

Jian Ying bit her lip and looked up at Wei Zhen. She had been teased until her “upper and lower defenses” were lost and her clothes were half-undone—yet this person was still perfectly dressed, even her hair was meticulous. Jian Ying’s eyes suddenly welled up with red.

Every bit of Jian Ying’s emotion was caught by Wei Zhen. Her mischievous fingers left her pussy, and both hands supported Jian Ying’s waist. She kissed the brow of the person beneath her and said softly:

“Help me undo them…”

The tightly pressed bodies separated slightly. Jian Ying, face flushing, reached out to unbutton Wei Zhen’s shirt. However, her lower belly was suddenly jerked downward by the other woman, and her pussy crashed into a burning, throbbing cock.

With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned Wei Zhen’s clothes, revealing the magnificent sight before her. With heat rising to her ears, Jian Ying simply decided to go all the way and stripped the indulgent Wei Zhen bare.

Wei Zhen’s collarbones were so beautiful, and the shape of her breasts was perfect. Jian Ying instinctively licked her lips, then unceremoniously leaned in to take a firm bud into her mouth.

“Mmh~” Wei Zhen’s body shuddered, her lower belly tightening as she thrust forward heavily.

Jian Ying’s lips and tongue lingered on Wei Zhen’s collarbone. Suddenly hit by that heavy thrust, her body went soft, and she slumped into Wei Zhen’s embrace.

In a raspy voice, Wei Zhen caught Jian Ying’s fair hand and pressed it over the proud, towering cock of her lower body. “Undo it.”

Jian Ying’s voluminous curls were scattered over her shoulders. Her eyes gazed shyly at Wei Zhen’s lower belly; she knew exactly how big that thing was.

Wei Zhen watched Jian Ying’s fingers dawdling around her cock, stoking the fires of her lust, yet the girl refused to release it.

Consequently, Wei Zhen narrowed her eyes and ground her fingers heavily into those two wet folds of flesh, thrusting her fingers a few times. She unceremoniously poked at the fragile vagina, causing Jian Ying to let out startled cries and constant whimpers.

Knowing this petty person was rushing her, Jian Ying lowered her eyes and undid the fabric binding the cock. She pulled aside the underwear that was propped up like a small tent, and the aggressive cock sprang out, bouncing against the tender skin of Jian Ying’s thighs, making her flinch from the heat.

“Touch it…”

Wei Zhen’s low, gravelly voice carried a soul-stirring charm. Jian Ying buried half her face in Wei Zhen’s chest, and her slightly cool fingertips followed the heat to touch it.

So hot. So hard.

Jian Ying’s hand suddenly retracted, causing Wei Zhen’s dissatisfaction. She found Jian Ying’s lips and ravaged them once more, sucking and biting that fragrant tongue as if in punishment.

With moisture in the corners of her eyes, Jian Ying put her hand back on it. Wei Zhen’s cock was too large for her to hold with one hand, so she used both.

Wei Zhen enjoyed the sensation of the base of her aching cock being gripped by Jian Ying, while the other woman’s fingertips slid up the thick cock all the way to the swollen “bell mouth.” The burning cock was gathered in Jian Ying’s palm, squeezed and kneaded gently—it was very comfortable. But suddenly, those cool fingertips pressed heavily onto the urethra, and Jian Ying began to rub it rapidly. Wei Zhen’s body shuddered; she nearly lost her semen right then.

This succubus. She did it on purpose.

Wei Zhen gritted her teeth, not missing the secret smirk at the corner of Jian Ying’s mouth.

“What, trying to give me a reputation for premature ejaculation?” Wei Zhen’s eyes narrowed dangerously as she stared at the high-spirited brows of the woman beneath her.

To her surprise, Jian Ying poked Wei Zhen’s chest with a finger and said with righteous conviction, word by word:

“As Lawyer Wei’s bed-mate and ‘friend with benefits,’ I have the right to inspect whether you are keeping yourself ‘pure as jade’ for me before our relationship ends.”

“Oh?” A cold smirk curled on Wei Zhen’s lips. “And how was Lawyer Jian’s inspection? Was it satisfactory?”

“It was alright. Passable.”

Wei Zhen’s eyes darkened as she watched Jian Ying continue to court death. She squeezed out each word as she asked her:

“Since Lawyer Jian has completed the inspection, as a qualified bed-mate and ‘friend with benefits,’ don’t you have something more important to do right now?”

Jian Ying, having just won a round, was in high spirits. She asked the black-faced Wei Zhen with a flower-like smile, “What?”

Wei Zhen’s cock was already pressing against that tender area. The flowing fluids had already drenched the cock, and the little hole was pulsing, waiting for the arrival of the cock.

Wei Zhen gave a cold snort and, without hesitation, the thick cock forced its way into the little hole, squeezing the joyful fluids out of the pussy entrance.

“Satisfying me, of course!”

Wei Zhen’s cock plunged in all at once. The tight hole was suddenly stretched wide, and the eager, sweet flesh tightly entwined the invading body, not daring to relax.

However, Wei Zhen continued to thrust inward regardless. The cock plunged into the delicate pussy, thrusting powerfully at the entrance. The back half of the cock wasn’t fully wet yet, getting stuck at Jian Ying’s pussy entrance and unable to go deeper for a moment.

Jian Ying huddled in Wei Zhen’s arms, whimpering and crying out for mercy. Wei Zhen’s cock was too large; it took a great effort for her hole to swallow it all every time. Today, before she was even fully dilated, Wei Zhen had plunged in desperately. Her flesh twisted together, making “Little Wei Zhen” even more irritable.

Reaching out to stroke Jian Ying’s cowering, bare back, a trace of pity appeared in Wei Zhen’s eyes. “Do you know what you did wrong?”

How could Jian Ying possibly know what she did wrong? Now that she was pinned to the stake, she could only nod like a chicken pecking grain. “I know, I know!”

Author’s Note;

Wei Zhen: Do you know what you did wrong?

Jian Ying: I know, I know!

Wei Zhen: Where were you wrong?

Jian Ying: Wuu wuu wuu~