Cocoon (Lily ABO) - Chapter 26

This was the first time Ling Yu had weathered a heat cycle without taking suppressants, and the sensation was profoundly foreign and disorienting. In the past, under the influence of medicine, her heat involved nothing more than physical lethargy and a tendency to doze off; in all other aspects, her studies and daily life remained virtually indistinguishable from normal.

Now, deprived of suppressants, all her emotions seemed infinitely magnified. The primal impulses of an Alpha, incited by pheromones, had become uncontrollable. The fragile avoidance born of insecurity, the childishly deep-seated attachment and love, the sublime yet greedy union of flesh and soul—even the dark undercurrents of a hidden desire to monopolize a person—were all sketched out bit by bit during this decadent, humid night, exposed in their rawest form.

Ling Yu kissed Han Jingman’s burning earlobe, slowly withdrawing her cock from Han Jingman’s pussy. As the cock pulled away from the tender pink hole, both women let out a muffled groan simultaneously. The intimacy just concluded in the water had been fierce; the accumulated frustration and restlessness in Ling Yu’s heart were finally expended along with her thick release.

The person who had finished venting embraced the dazed and groggy Han Jingman while panting. Her gaze gradually cleared as the peak of passion receded, only to be submerged by a tidal wave of self-reproach and regret rising from within.

Recalling her own behavior—which bordered on coercion—and looking at the red marks and finger indentations scattered across Han Jingman’s porcelain-white body from her frantic ravaging, Ling Yu was paralyzed. She had even wanted to mark Han Jingman. If she truly never forgives me in this life, what will I do? Ling Yu held the delicate body, staring blankly, unable to believe she possessed such a despicable side. She wanted to weep; even if Han Jingman slapped her twice more, she deserved it.

Ling Yu’s eyes reddened. What difference was there between her and those Alphas who forced themselves upon Omegas?

The person in her arms frowned and moved uncomfortably, her damp hair brushing against Ling Yu’s chest. The outpouring of passion had left the exhausted Han Jingman’s consciousness blurred; she had actually drifted into sleep shortly after reaching her climax. Sensing the water temperature in the tub dropping, Ling Yu hurriedly grabbed a towel to wipe Han Jingman clean.

The soft towel brushed over the small, lovely navel before eventually approaching Han Jingman’s pussy that had been entangled with Ling Yu’s cock all night. The folds that had been repeatedly thrust into were slightly red and swollen; the two delicate “petals” were covered in shimmering fluid, engorged and vivid in color. The narrow little hole was even more of a mess, with a large amount of semen blocking the hole, making it almost impossible for the flesh to close.

Ling Yu’s face turned white. I truly am a beast.

Choosing a position that allowed Han Jingman to lean comfortably, she slid beneath her and gently parted the two long legs. To her surprise, Han Jingman instinctively retracted her knees, closing them inward as she gasped and sobbed, “No more… please…”

Guilt and heartache nearly killed Ling Yu. Han Jingman’s unconscious plea for mercy felt like a sharp blade carving into her heart, blood flowing freely.

Ling Yu was forced to slow her movements, gently separating Han Jingman’s knees while softly coaxing her, “No more, no more. I’m just checking, okay? Just a look. Don’t be afraid.”

Han Jingman’s sleep was fitful; after muttering that one sentence, she sank back into a deep slumber. Ling Yu parted the limp thighs. The disarray at the core of the legs was a naked accusation of her earlier animalistic behavior.

Clumps of thick semen congested the little hole, and the base of the thighs was covered everywhere in milky-white stains. This was Han Jingman’s first time receiving such pleasure, yet she had been worked into this state—the cock hadn’t spared her for the entire night.

Ling Yu’s lips suddenly trembled. What if she gets pregnant? Although she hadn’t marked her, every “knot” had resulted in a firm injection inside, even striking the cervix.

Yes, she loved Han Jingman. Perhaps from the very first moment she took that fruit-flavored lollipop, she could never let go of this person. But the reality was she knew Han Jingman did not love her—at least, not right now. If Han Jingman became pregnant, she wouldn’t just refuse to forgive her; she would loathe her, never wanting to see her again for the rest of her life.

Ling Yu was thrown into a state of mental chaos by her own disorganized conjectures. The more she thought, the more terrified she became; a dark, desolate loneliness hit her where she was most vulnerable.

She extended a finger to the little hole of Han Jingman’s pussy, using slight pressure to wipe away the semen at the little hole before probing inward bit by bit. As soon as her finger entered, the flesh began to contract in fear, refusing to let her in. Ling Yu held her breath and leaned closer, her eyes staring nervously at the tender walls as her finger hooked and swirled, gradually scooping out the semen shot into the vagina. The semen clinging to the walls mixed with the fluids, daintily suckling against Ling Yu’s fingertip.

Despite Ling Yu’s efforts to keep her movements extremely gentle, Han Jingman still felt the intrusion of a hard object at her shy, fragile spot. She whimpered and struggled, which only caused the finger to be swallowed deeper by the shifting hole, sinking all the way to the base. Han Jingman’s body went limp, and she lay powerless in the tub, panting softly.

Ling Yu seized the time to continue her task. Clumps of thick fluid were scraped from Han Jingman’s little hole. As the long finger moved back and forth in Han Jingman’s vagina, Han Jingman’s legs trembled, and soft moans escaped her. When Ling Yu’s finger probed inward again, the hooked pad of her finger happened to slide over a protrusion. Han Jingman’s belly quivered as she instinctively pressed that spot against Ling Yu’s fingertip, rubbing it twice. The vagina suddenly contracted violently, pulsing against the deep-set finger as a wave of warm fluids surged out. Han Jingman arched her hips, her sensitive body shivering as she reached the clouds once more. Without a shred of strength left to move an inch, Han Jingman’s head tilted to the side as she fell into a total coma-like sleep.

Ling Yu stared in astonishment at the deeply sleeping Han Jingman. Her finger, released by the flesh walls, was gently withdrawn; the surging fluids brought out the white turbidity from the depths of the vagina, which flowed shyly out along the little hole. Ling Yu stared at her soaked fingertip and realized, quite shamefully, that she was hard again.

If this continues, I’ll definitely fall back into heat. Racing against her fading rationality, Ling Yu quickly gave Han Jingman a simple cleaning, wiped her dry, and carried her back to the large bed.

Gazing at the mess—sheets soaked everywhere with fluids and semen—Ling Yu felt her face flush and her heart race while holding the unclothed Han Jingman. Last time, it was also on this bed, she and Han Jingman together… no, it was her doing it to Han Jingman…

She didn’t dare think further. Ling Yu loathed her own unseemly behavior; the uncontrollable desire of a heat cycle was truly heart-shaking. She hurriedly placed Han Jingman on a dry spot and got up to find some clothes to put on. Then, she returned with clean sheets and laboriously completed the change. She light-footedly helped Han Jingman into soft, comfortable pajamas and dried her wet hair. When everything was finished, she glanced at the wall clock; it was nearly midnight.

Greedily inhaling the scent at the side of Han Jingman’s neck, Ling Yu leaned down to kiss her exquisite features, then gave a quick peck to the warm, pink lips. She whispered a sentence into Han Jingman’s ear before standing up and leaving the bedroom.

The window in the room wasn’t fully closed. A late-night breeze slipped in, toyed with the thin curtains, seemingly wanting to peek at the beauty on the bed.

The living room door was opened and then closed. Shortly after, the sound of a car engine starting came from below the apartment building.

The hands on the wall clock ticked away until the two overlapped, marking the beginning of a new day.