Cocoon (Lily ABO) - Chapter 6

The dense pheromones tangled together, battering Ling Yu’s remaining logic.

Suppressants. She needed suppressants.

Han Jingman’s smooth arms broke free, wrapping firmly around Ling Yu’s waist as she sat on the edge of the tub, struggling with herself. Ling Yu reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; she bolted upright in an instant, staring with extreme wariness at the confused Han Jingman.

“I want a hug…”

Not understanding what she had done wrong, Han Jingman gazed up at the nearly-leaping Ling Yu with a look of utter bewilderment. Their voice was incredibly lingering, thick with the seductive air of desire.

Ling Yu’s heart nearly vaulted from her chest into her throat. Too close. It was almost impossible to defend against this.

Seeing that Ling Yu made no move to come closer, Han Jingman leaned against the bathtub wall and began to sob softly. This long night was only just beginning.

When Han Jingman cried, Ling Yu’s heart practically shattered. She hurriedly knelt by the tub to coax her. “Don’t cry, don’t cry, it’s my fault.” She gingerly wiped away Han Jingman’s tears. “You won’t be pretty if you keep crying, and your eyes will hurt.”

Han Jingman, who had been weeping with her eyes closed, heard her say she wasn’t pretty and opened her eyes to glare at her in a fit of pique. Her thick eyelashes brushed against the pads of Ling Yu’s fingers. Ling Yu looked down and met those beautiful, haunting eyes head-on.

Ling Yu hurriedly averted her gaze and fished her phone out of her pocket. She had initially thought she could just stay by Han Jingman’s side until this phase passed. But throughout the night, her self-restraint had been subjected to one violent assault after another. She was no saint, and Han Jingman had no idea just how enticing she was right now.

The only solution Ling Yu could think of was to get Han Jingman a suppressant. With a suppressant, all problems would be solved. Although Han Jingman’s heat was induced by rosemary, a standard Omega suppressant should still be effective.

Ling Yu opened her contacts, found a name, and dialed. It was late; she hoped the other person hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

Amidst Ling Yu’s desperate hope, the call finally connected.

“Hello, Ling?”

Ling Yu was so grateful she nearly wept. “Hi, Diana!”

It felt like finding a savior. Ling Yu breathed a sigh of relief. Diana lived with her sister, and since they were both Omegas, there were bound to be suppressants in their house.

Concentrating entirely on the call, she didn’t notice that the woman in the tub—previously dazed and tormented by lust—suddenly had her eyes light up at the mention of Diana’s name.

Just as she was about to explain the situation to Diana, a pale hand reached out, snatched Ling Yu’s phone, and let go. Ling Yu watched helplessly as her phone went plop and sank to the bottom of the tub.

From the bottom of the bathtub, Diana’s confused voice could briefly be heard: “Hello? Hello?…” A few seconds later, all was silent.

Ling Yu was stunned.

Having succeeded, Han Jingman chuckled softly through her shallow pants, a satisfied flush coloring the corners of her eyes and brows.

Ling Yu, nearly unable to catch her breath, clutched her hair helplessly. Then she snapped out of it and scrambled to fish for the phone—maybe it could still be saved.

But the phone had slid somewhere unknown after sinking, and Han Jingman wouldn’t stop moving restlessly. Ling Yu groped around in the water without luck, forcing her to lean in further. Her upper body was now positioned directly over the curled-up Han Jingman.

Her skin, sensitive to the extreme, felt the proximity of the pheromones. Han Jingman struggled to shift her body, rubbing against Ling Yu. As Ling Yu’s hand searched beneath the water, it was suddenly seized and guided toward a delicate, smooth softness.

“Mmh… ah…”

The fragile pussy was abruptly and clumsily touched. Han Jingman couldn’t hold back the rush of numbing pleasure. Her body, which had been empty all night, found a fleeting comfort but immediately craved more.

As her fingertips pressed against the warm, moist pussy at zero distance, Ling Yu tried to pull her hand back in shock, but Han Jingman held it down firmly. With a slight struggle, Ling Yu’s fingers slipped deeper. She could feel the flowing nectar soaking her fingertips; Han Jingman even tried to push her fingers in further.

In an instant, the bathroom felt like it was filled with overturned milk bottles and the spray of shattered red wine glasses.

Han Jingman was filled with bliss. The thick scent of milk, the warm fingers… she looked at Ling Yu with blurred eyes.

“Hold me…”

Ling Yu stared with a complex gaze at Han Jingman, who was drowning in lust. The woman she had loved for twenty years was now begging her for sex.

But this woman was her mentor. Between them was the most sacred relationship of teacher and student—even if she was the one who had sought it out. She knew that if she took one more step, this relationship would be tainted. From then on, she wouldn’t even be able to stay by Han Jingman’s side as a student.

Completely oblivious to Ling Yu’s internal struggle, Han Jingman only knew she felt wonderful. With every inch Ling Yu drew closer, the burning emptiness in her body eased.

Without hesitation, Han Jingman let go of Ling Yu’s hand, hooked her arms around her neck, and pulled her head down. Her eager lips pressed firmly against Ling Yu’s.

Soft, fragrant lips sealed Ling Yu’s own, which hadn’t had time to close in surprise. A wet, flexible tongue took advantage of the opening to steal the other’s breath, tangling relentlessly with Ling Yu’s tongue.

In her twenty-four years, this was the first time Ling Yu had been attacked so aggressively. Her lips and tongue were completely conquered, her every breath filled with Han Jingman’s sweet, intoxicating scent.

Taking total command, Han Jingman released the startled little tongue and used the tip of her own to gently lick the roof of Ling Yu’s mouth.

Under this stimulation, poor Ling Yu nearly cried out. Her half-suspended body went limp, and she was dragged into the water by Han Jingman just as the latter desired, slumped over Han Jingman’s body in an incredibly intimate position.

The warm water had long since turned cold. Ling Yu’s clothes were soaked through and clung to her skin; against the cold draft from the bathroom’s AC, she couldn’t help but shiver.

Ling Yu felt as if Han Jingman was controlling her breathing. The moment those lips pressed against hers, the breath Ling Yu took was trapped. Han Jingman’s kiss was too lingering, her aggressive actions leaving Ling Yu unable to catch her breath. She was suffocating.

Perhaps sensing the person on top of her was struggling, Han Jingman finally took pity and let her go.

The moment their lips parted, a lewd thread of silver stretched between them as Han Jingman’s tongue withdrew. The sight was… truly…

The desire between Ling Yu’s legs could no longer be contained, protruding forcefully.

Having drained the deliciousness from Ling Yu’s lips, Han Jingman withdrew her tongue and contentedly licked her own plump, red lips. She was very satisfied with the sweet, silky taste.

The seductive little succubus finally broke free of her shackles. She tossed the discarded bath towel aside and guided Ling Yu’s hand to touch her breasts, which were shivering slightly in the air.

The pale, soft flesh deformed and turned pink under Ling Yu’s palm, the unripened nipples becoming more erect. Han Jingman’s body was too thirsty. She hated this self-guided comfort; she wanted something more intense, more forceful—she wanted to be filled more deeply.

“Rub it… rub it a little…”

Han Jingman whimpered and sobbed; she couldn’t stand the emptiness. Ling Yu’s hand was on her chest, but her private parts were already overflowing.

Ling Yu reached out and brushed the damp hair away from Han Jingman’s beautiful face. She leaned in and kissed Han Jingman’s forehead gently, having made a decision in her heart.

“Han Jingman, do you know who I am?”

Ling Yu shook Han Jingman’s soft body. She needed to be sure that what she was about to do wouldn’t cause Han Jingman greater harm.

Han Jingman opened her blurred, moist eyes. Seeing a pair of tempting red lips moving in front of her, she leaned forward without a second thought.

“I beg you… I beg you…”

Ling Yu frowned and continued her persistent questioning. “Han Jingman, look closely. Who am I?”

The person in front of her was being truly annoying—constantly talking in her ear and refusing to touch her. Han Jingman burst into tears of frustration.

“I hate you…”

Ling Yu stood her ground. She didn’t want Han Jingman to do something so intimate while being completely incoherent.

“Be good. Tell me who I am, and I’ll satisfy you immediately,” Ling Yu coaxed.

Han Jingman was being driven mad. She tried hard to distinguish what the person was saying, but her gaze ultimately fell back on Ling Yu’s lips and refused to move.

Ling Yu held Han Jingman’s weak jaw, tirelessly helping her confirm word by word: “Who am I?”

The thick, dense scent of milk was eating away at Han Jingman’s reason. She didn’t know what the person was saying. But she knew Ling Yu was truly bad. She didn’t like Ling Yu anymore. She felt like she was going to die from the discomfort, yet Ling Yu wouldn’t let her have a taste of that milk scent. Ling Yu was a stingy brat.

“Ling Yu… I hate you!”

Han Jingman’s sobbing cry caused Ling Yu’s expression to soften. Good. She still knows it’s me.

Stepping out of the tub, Ling Yu grabbed a clean towel to drape over her arm. She returned to the still-whimpering Han Jingman, leaned over, and scooped the small woman—too busy being sad to struggle—into a bridal carry.

“Be good. I’m going to satisfy you now.”