Cocoon (Lily ABO) - Chapter 4

There was no movement from the person on the sofa.

Han Jingman glanced back uneasily. Ling Yu was sitting sideways to her, her right hand clutching her left arm, her head lowered in a silent, wordless slump. The hair behind her ears swept down over her shoulders, falling against her cheek and neck, obscuring half of her delicate, beautiful profile.

Ling Yu is so thin.

Han Jingman froze for a moment.

In her memory, this person had always been healthy and lively, with a warm smile perpetually on her face and an inexhaustible supply of energy that inspired everyone around her to be just as proactive.

But now, Ling Yu just sat there in silence as if she were utterly spent. Her thin shoulders struggled to support the weight of her head to keep from collapsing. A lonely, depressing aura emanated from her, casting her entire being in a hazy, grey shadow.

Han Jingman’s brow furrowed.

Tonight at the restaurant, her gaze hadn’t strayed from the kitchen entrance for a single second. Her heart had been filled with doubt and confusion. In front of others, she remained the elegant, intellectual Assistant Professor, maintaining perfect social decorum—but her true desire was to walk straight inside, find Ling Yu, and demand an explanation face-to-face.

After dinner, she had politely declined Fred’s invitation for a stroll. Instead, she chose to wait alone outside the restaurant for Ling Yu to get off work. She had considered calling to ask if it was true, but she feared making their already ice-thin relationship even worse over the phone. So, she chose to see it for herself.

Then, she witnessed Ling Yu seeing off a tall Caucasian man at the back door, followed by the pretty Mexican girl who had taken her order, and finally, pushing out the kitchen trash bins to skillfully sort the food waste alone in the narrow alley.

She had watched the entire process quietly from a short distance—watching how Ling Yu worked so diligently during these hours she knew nothing about, and how she worked herself to the point of exhaustion.

Ling Yu must be having a hard time. Regardless of the reason behind her recent behavior, she had worked hard all day, yet she still sent her home, carried her upstairs, and took care of her with such methodical care. The child who used to follow her around all day, calling her “Sister” in a soft, sweet voice, had grown into an adult who could stand on her own.

“Ling Yu…”

Han Jingman’s heart softened as she called her name tenderly.

Ling Yu snapped back to reality as if waking from a dream. She was truly too tired. Upon hearing Han Jingman say the induced heat was almost over, she had felt a wave of relief, followed immediately by a tide of body aches and fatigue that threatened to pull her under. She was on the verge of falling into a deep sleep right then and there.

Seeing Ling Yu look toward her with a dazed expression and unfocused eyes, Han Jingman felt a pang of pity. “There are clothes in the study from when you used to stay over; I’ve kept them in the cabinet. You should go take a shower, too.”

When Han Jingman moved into this apartment closer to the university, Ling Yu had come over to help her organize everything. At the time, she had naturally given Ling Yu a spare key so the plants wouldn’t die from lack of water whenever she went on business trips or to the West Coast to see Chen Yiwei. Later, when lab work got busy and project discussions became tedious, Ling Yu would occasionally just come to her place for meetings. Over time, two sets of Ling Yu’s clothes had ended up staying there.

But tonight was a special case. In this state, she wasn’t sure if it was appropriate for Ling Yu to stay the night. Regardless, she wanted this “dirty kid” to go clean herself up and get comfortable; she liked seeing Ling Yu looking fresh and neat.

Han Jingman entered the master bedroom’s bathroom, leaving the guest bathroom for Ling Yu.

As the warm water washed over her body, Ling Yu let out a sigh of comfort, giving her aching muscles a thorough “Ling-style” massage.

The entire bathroom was filled with the lingering scent of Han Jingman’s red wine pheromones—mellow and intoxicating. Ling Yu narrowed her wet eyes, feeling slightly tipsy.

She propped one elbow against the shower wall while her other hand slowly followed the stream of water down to her lower abdomen, gripping the restless, burning heat.

As an adult Alpha with normal physiological desires, Ling Yu had only ever had one person as the object of her sexual fantasies in the ten years since she presented at sixteen. In her fantasies, Han Jingman would always meet her desires with extreme tenderness—sometimes delicate, sometimes charming—triggering an uncontrollable passion that finally released at the very last moment.

Tonight, the tide of desire was particularly fierce, naturally because she had witnessed Han Jingman in a state of heat—the soft body, the whimpering pants, and the glimpses of glowing, supple skin revealed when she had clung to her.

Ling Yu increased the speed of her movements. Because of her rough handling, the fragile cock pitifully turned from a pale pink to a deep crimson from the excessive force.

Ling Yu gripped the swollen head of her cock tightly as a crystal-clear, slippery fluid seeped from the tip, mixing with the fine streams of water. Ling Yu panted sharply, “Han Jingman… ugh, ah…”

Then, she suddenly tightened her palm with a heavy squeeze. The cloudy white fluid finally sprayed out, splashing against the wet wall.

Ling Yu leaned against the wall, panting softly as she rode out the afterglow of the climax. She didn’t dare look at her cock, which remained perky and spirited despite having just released once. Every time she did this while thinking of Han Jingman, she felt a sense of shame, as if she had desecrated her beloved.

Driven by a guilty conscience, Ling Yu quickly cleaned up the “crime scene” and stepped out in a clean set of clothes.

After this “exercise,” Ling Yu’s spirits had mostly recovered. She used a large, dry bath towel to messily dry her wet hair. Aside from an unnatural flush on her face, one could hardly tell how intense she had just been.

Ling Yu’s hair was soft and long; a single grasp could tie it into a beautiful ponytail, and a casual bun gave her a refreshing Japanese-style look. Even years ago, Han Jingman had complained about why an Alpha had such beautiful hair—smooth and supple like satin.

At the thought of Han Jingman, Ling Yu’s face flushed a few shades redder for reasons she couldn’t name.

Once Han Jingman finished her shower and came out, it would be time for her to take her leave.