Cocoon (Lily ABO) - Chapter 23

Han Jingman looked at the person wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon and let out a nearly inaudible sigh. She closed the door behind her, walked to the bedside, and gently tugged at the silk duvet Ling Yu had wound around herself. Feeling the external pull, Ling Yu snatched the blanket back like a startled animal, clutching it even tighter.

She isn’t even afraid of suffocating herself.

Han Jingman didn’t indulge her. Using both hands, she seized an exposed corner of the duvet and yanked it back with force. A “large dumpling” came rolling out from underneath, limbs curled up into a ball.

What, is a defenseless Omega more terrifying than an Alpha in heat? Helplessly watching the person who continued to keep her back turned, Han Jingman extended a slender finger and poked the patch of fair, tender neck exposed on the “dumpling.” Ling Yu “whooshed” away, rolling to the far side of the bed while covering the back of her neck with her hand, terrified of another sneak attack.

What Ling Yu hadn’t noticed was that her nightgown—chosen for its ease of washing—had been hiked up to the base of her thighs. Her long, strong legs were completely exposed. Protecting the head but forgetting the tail, are we? She knew Han Jingman was watching her, but she didn’t dare move or straighten her legs. If she moved even slightly, she would feel the throbbing, painfully hard cock between her thighs jutting up high. She didn’t want Han Jingman to see such a shameful sight.

“Ling Yu, turn around, okay? I have something to say to you,” Han Jingman said, her voice extremely soft, worried that the girl would persist in this passive defense forever.

“No… you should leave,” Ling Yu replied. Otherwise, she couldn’t guarantee what would happen next. She wanted to drive Han Jingman away, but the waves of heat from her heat cycle surged up again and again, steaming her face a deep crimson and making her eyes feel hot.

Hearing the slight nasal congestion in her voice and seeing how she trembled with restraint yet refused to turn around, Han Jingman knew that a normal conversation was out of the question.

In the end, someone had to take the initiative.

Han Jingman stood up. Her fingertips touched her collar as she hesitated, then unbuttoned the first button of her top. Following that, her clothes peeled away like petals from a white jade body, slowly falling to her feet.

Ling Yu, who had been keeping her eyes squeezed shut and her jaw set, suddenly felt the mattress beside her sink. Her own body involuntarily tilted backward. Han Jingman hadn’t left; she had climbed onto the bed.

A pair of hands embraced Ling Yu’s shivering shoulder blades and turned her over. Burning skin touched the slightly cool “cold jade,” greatly soothing Ling Yu’s inner fire. The tender, mellow scent of red wine pheromones slowly spread around her. Ling Yu’s heart relaxed, and she was completely taken into Han Jingman’s embrace.

Han Jingman suppressed her shyness, leaning over the girl and reaching out to touch Ling Yu’s face. “Xiao Yu, open your eyes and look at me.”

Covered by a layer of cool, smooth jade, Ling Yu’s teeth chattered nervously. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, making them ache. Tremblingly, she opened her eyes.

Slender arms propped Han Jingman up on either side. Her beautiful hair slid down from her neck. Her skin was as pale as if it had been soaked in snow. With a flicker of her eyes, Ling Yu saw the supple breasts adorned with two light buds. Ling Yu stared dazed at the woman with the flushed face above her. Only one thought echoed in her mind: Han Jingman… she’s actually naked.

Being stared at so directly, knowing the girl was satisfied with what she saw, Han Jingman couldn’t help but feel a surge of bashfulness despite being the one who took the lead. She averted her eyes and whispered, “Xiao Yu~”

Ling Yu held her breath, unable to move. Heaven knew how long she had lusted after Han Jingman. Was the person she held dearest in her heart really going this far just to help her through her heat? Looking at the woman practically straddling her lower belly, Ling Yu’s tears fell for no reason. Her voice was deep and she spoke with difficulty:

“Don’t do this… you don’t have to force yourself like this.”

Though Han Jingman didn’t quite understand why Ling Yu had started crying silently, she could guess the general reason. She reached out to wipe away the tear tracks and leaned in to press a light kiss on the girl’s parched lips. “As long as it’s Xiao Yu, I’m not forcing myself.”

Ling Yu’s tears flowed even faster. Han Jingman wondered where she got so much water to cry with.

“Are you… really not mad at me?” Ling Yu’s once-clear eyes shimmered under the lamplight because of the tears. Han Jingman had to kiss the tip of her nose again, saying heartfully, “How could I be mad at you? It wasn’t Xiao Yu’s fault.”

Then it’s not a mistake to love you either, is it? In an instant, the grievances accumulated over the years poured out like a flood. Ling Yu threw her caution to the wind, hugged Han Jingman, and began to cry freely. Tenderly stroking the back of Ling Yu’s neck, Han Jingman allowed the girl to bury her head in her chest and cry herself out.

As the sobbing gradually died down, Han Jingman clearly felt the person in her arms starting to rub against her restlessly. She released Ling Yu’s head, only to see the girl’s face flushed deep red and silent. The legs she was straddling were gradually closing and secretly rubbing together. Moreover, Han Jingman realized that the burning heat pressing against her lower belly was steadily expanding.

Han Jingman’s face heated up. She asked softly, “Is it very uncomfortable?” Ling Yu panted, pressing her knees together to hide her lack of restraint, but Han Jingman reached out and pressed down on them.

“It’s okay. Let me help Xiao Yu take a look, okay?”

Han Jingman took a quiet breath, inwardly soothing herself: It’s fine, I’m the sister. These are things a sister should teach her younger sibling. It’s okay, it’s okay. Han Jingman slid her body down until she was straddling Ling Yu’s thighs. She reached under the nightgown and hiked up the fabric; sure enough, a lively cock had already broken free from the constraints of the underwear, standing tall and arrogant in the air.

Wuu~ Ling Yu wanted to cry again. She saw the slight look of surprise on Han Jingman’s face when she saw the gland, yet she herself was shamelessly getting harder. Was Han Jingman disgusted by her? Ling Yu grabbed a pillow and covered her face; she was too embarrassed to live.

To her surprise, as Han Jingman stared at the proudly standing cock, her thought was: Ling Yu’s cock is actually pink. Unlike the common Alphas mentioned in textbooks with their unsightly, gnarled veins, Ling Yu’s cock was as clean as the person herself.

Recalling the last time her own heat was induced and how Ling Yu had used this cock to cause chaos down there, the heat on Han Jingman’s face intensified.

Ling Yu’s cock didn’t care about the internal thoughts of the two involved; it only cared about its own pleasure. Han Jingman’s pheromones made it harder and more erect with excitement. The smooth cock even seemed to show off, seeping transparent, slippery fluid under Han Jingman’s gaze.

“Don’t look at it… it’s ugly,” Ling Yu’s voice carried a hint of pleading. Her cock was swollen with pain, and her lower abdomen was cramping so hard it felt like it would tear. She was very uncomfortable.

Han Jingman moved the pillow away and coaxed her gently, “It’s not. Xiao Yu’s cock is pink. It’s very beautiful.” Han Jingman forced herself not to faint from shame. She parted her legs, kneeling on either side of Ling Yu’s knees. Casting aside her final reserve, she slowly helped Ling Yu shed her underwear, then asked with a trembling yet feigned calm:

“Does Xiao Yu want to help me take mine off, too?”

What? Ling Yu looked at the seemingly nonchalant Han Jingman in disbelief. Her gaze moved down, past the smooth belly, and sure enough, she saw Han Jingman still had one last layer of fabric covering that “Peach Blossom Spring.”

Han Jingman took Ling Yu’s hand, guiding it past her slender waist to hook a corner of the fabric. Han Jingman’s hips swayed slowly, rising and falling as her rosy nipples quivered. Just like that, the panties were easily hooked onto Ling Yu’s fingertip.

Ling Yu stared at the piece of soft fabric clutched in her hand. Her brain roared. She saw that in the center of the panties—the small part that had covered the entrance to the little hole—there was a slippery liquid.

Han Jingman… was wet.

Ling Yu’s cock sensed its master’s excitement and became even more ostentatious, swaying slightly in the air, ready to charge at any moment.

With her last shred of covering removed, Han Jingman went limp and collapsed into Ling Yu’s embrace, hugging her shoulders. She closed her eyes and called her, “Xiao Yu~”

Ling Yu panted nervously and tried to sit up, causing Han Jingman to lose her balance as well. Ling Yu struggled to lean against the headboard, and Han Jingman, who was wrapped around her waist, slid down a few inches. Her bottom dropped, and her warm, slippery pussy accidentally sat right on top of the cock that had been lurking below.

“Ah!” Han Jingman was startled, her legs instinctively tightening. She wasn’t ready yet, but her pussy had just made zero-distance contact with Ling Yu’s cock.

Ling Yu’s cock was instantly enveloped by a wave of moisture. The predatory factors of an Alpha in heat began to swell; the swollen  cock roared for more. A dizzy Ling Yu looked down at their pressed bellies. Her cock was wedged directly between two plump folds of tender flesh. The crystalline cock peeked out from within Han Jingman’s pussy, provocatively meeting Ling Yu’s gaze. The cock embedded in the flesh was already mostly drenched by the fluids from the hole.

Han Jingman, who had intended to be the one in control since Ling Yu was younger, lost all her momentum the moment her hole touched the burning, firm cock. She clung weakly to Ling Yu, her vagina contracting nervously and repeatedly.

Ling Yu looked at the motionless Han Jingman in her arms, her eyes darkening. She raised her legs, corralling Han Jingman’s body against her abdomen, intentionally creating a space to circle her in. Han Jingman felt that as Ling Yu drew her knees up, the cock was wedged even deeper into the flesh, finally pressing hard against the her pussy.

Han Jingman simply huddled her body, hugging Ling Yu and ignoring whatever she planned to do next. Ling Yu held her, letting Han Jingman’s full weight rest on her cock. Then, she tried lifting her hips—once, as her legs squeezed forward. Ling Yu’s cock struck Han Jingman’s pussy even deeper and heavier.

Feeling the restless flinch of the person in her arms, Ling Yu knew she had found the right spot. She began to lift her hips in continuous strikes. The cock ground and crushed the piteous, swollen pussy back and forth. Han Jingman’s hole overflowed, a flood of fluids pouring down, soaking the base of both their thighs along Ling Yu’s cock.

The friction made the folds even more slippery. The burning cock wished it could crush the flesh entirely into fluids. Ling Yu allowed Han Jingman to hook her arms around her neck while she reached out to grab Han Jingman’s delicate calves, hoisting her high so the hole was slightly further from the cock. Then, she used her hips to thrust even more forcefully. After dozens of rapid strokes, she suddenly let go, letting Han Jingman’s body drop back down onto her cock.

While the tender flesh of the hole was still convulsing, Ling Yu’s fingers followed the slippery honey to the stretched entrance. Her fingertips scraped heavily across that untouched, delicate area. Han Jingman screamed and arched her hips upward, only to be yanked back down by Ling Yu. Her pussy snapped onto the pulsing cock. Han Jingman’s legs clamped tightly around Ling Yu’s waist as a torrent of fluids poured out—everything was drenched and slippery.

Han Jingman leaned weakly against Ling Yu, gasping for breath, a fine layer of sweat breaking out on her back.

Ling Yu knew Han Jingman had climaxed; even her own lower belly was drenched in warm honey. Ling Yu held Han Jingman tight and flipped over, pinning her beneath her. Suppressing the urge to pierce Han Jingman right then and there, Ling Yu panted and leaned in for a kiss.

Her tongue pried open Han Jingman’s lips, and the moment the two tongues met, they began to chase each other. Ling Yu kneaded Han Jingman’s breasts with one hand while the other gripped her red, aching cock, probing at the entrance below.

Ling Yu was besieged by waves of heat. After the climax, Han Jingman’s gushing fluids carried a thick, mellow scent of red wine, dismantling her reason piece by piece. Ling Yu sucked on Han Jingman’s bright red lips, pried open the base of her thighs with one hand, and asked in a raspy voice:

“May I?”

Overwhelmed by peak pleasure, Han Jingman only shivered as she parted her legs, then closed her eyes and turned her head gently to the side.

Ling Yu reached down to grope for a moment, causing the delicate body to tremble again. She ran her fluids covered hand over the cock that was screaming to go deeper, ensuring every inch was slick with fluid.

Only then did Ling Yu lean down, pressing her belly against Han Jingman’s narrow hips. She wedged her knees in, bringing the menacing cock face-to-face with the tender hole. She leaned over and whispered into Han Jingman’s ear:

“I’m going in.”