Control (Futa) - Chapter 10

10. The Conservatory

Tang Ximin had been looking forward to the weekend for a long time and was waiting in the living room early that morning. When her classmate arrived, she carefully and politely held Tang Shuyu’s hand under her mother’s gaze, her eyes unconsciously looking toward her mother with a hint of longing.

“Go and play. Just tell the $\text{nanny}$ if you need anything,” Tang Mingling said lightly.

The two children, having been given permission, eagerly left.

Tang Mingling watched her daughter and Tang Shuyu enter the room, then instructed the $\text{nanny}$ to prepare a fruit box and drinks to be sent in. Just as the $\text{nanny}$ was about to leave, she called her back: “Wait… send those games we bought a few days ago in, too.”

The $\text{nanny}$ agreed and hurried off to prepare as instructed.

The living room was suddenly left with only Tang Mingling. Tang Shuyu was dropped off by a driver today, and Ji Xun’s absence made her secretly relieved. Recalling the images associated with their agreement, Tang Mingling uncomfortably took a sip of tea. Her turbulent thoughts prevented her from sitting still, so she decided to go to the studio for some quiet time.

She was dressed quite casually today, wearing a light blue sleeveless long dress with a thin knit cardigan. Her long hair was casually braided and tied up, falling behind her back. She held a paintbrush and examined the canvas.

Immersed in painting, her awareness of the outside world was at its lowest. Tang Mingling didn’t realize someone had entered the studio until she was embraced. Not expecting such rude behavior in her own home, she was completely defenseless and instantly cried out in alarm.

“Next time, remember to $\text{scream}$ just as loud when we’re $\text{having}$ $\text{sex}$.”

As soon as Ji Xun spoke, Tang Mingling paused. She turned and saw that it was indeed her. The discomfort of having her private space invaded made her face turn cold. She pushed the other woman away forcefully. “Who allowed you to come here?”

This studio was Tang Mingling’s exclusive private space. Normally, without her permission, all the servants would wait outside. Now that an outsider had stepped in, she felt a frustrating sense of spiritual defilement.

Ji Xun keenly sensed her emotions. Under Tang Mingling’s wary gaze, she more brazenly stepped closer and pulled her into her arms. Although she was dressed softly in a sweater and long skirt, her actions were contrastingly forceful. “When I came over just now, I didn’t see you. I asked the butler, and he said you were here.”

It had been a long time since an outsider had stayed overnight. Ji Xun was one of the few recent guests, leading the butler to mistakenly believe she was a close friend of the host. Although he had reminded her of the rules before she came, he hadn’t expected Ji Xun to intrude on her own.

Tang Mingling could generally guess the butler’s thinking, but she couldn’t find anyone to reprimand now. She had to suppress her anger and, while trying to break free, asked her, “What do you want with me?”

“I haven’t seen you for a few days. I missed you.”

As soon as she spoke, Tang Mingling felt the $\text{penis}$pressing against her lower body, and her face flushed with anger. “How can you be so… Are you really Ji Xun?” Although they had $\text{slept}$ together a few times, she hadn’t expected the other woman to stop even pretending.

The difference in her physical $\text{structure}$ had forced Ji Xun to live a highly self-disciplined life, suppressing her true nature to prevent her secret from being exposed. She didn’t deeply associate with too many people, which also contributed to her cold, aloof image.

But perhaps the suppression was too much. Once the mask was torn off, the deeply buried $\text{desire}$ could no longer be concealed. She would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. Since Tang Mingling had witnessed her $\text{masturbating}$ and seen her most private side, Ji Xun acted without any scruples.

After all, they already had an agreement. As a $\text{sex}$ $\text{partner}$, the other woman was obligated to satisfy her needs. Just like now, disregarding Tang Mingling’s thoughts, she pulled her hand down, pressing it against her gradually hardening $\text{penis}$through her skirt. “Of course, I’m Ji Xun. Does this feel like the Ji Xun you remember?” Her words were ambiguous.

Tang Mingling would have never imagined that the once most proper Ji Xun was like this, constantly in heat. Just as she was about to push the person away, a single sentence stopped her action.

“Come with me to Shi Yanliang’s birthday party tomorrow night.” Their relationship was a transaction for mutual benefit from the beginning. Ji Xun naturally intended to uphold the agreement.

Shi Yanliang was a powerful business tycoon currently still in charge, whose businesses spanned both domestic and international markets. Even with the Tang family’s wealth and influence, Tang Mingling’s status was unsuitable for such a business occasion. It was always her parents or brother who attended.

But now Ji Xun said she was taking her… as her female companion.

Tang Mingling took the initiative, gripping the impressively sized $\text{penis}$ through the thin fabric of her skirt and gently $\text{kneading}$ it. “Are you serious? You’re taking me with you tomorrow?”

Seeing her prey take the bait, Ji Xun was satisfied with the other woman’s initiative. She leaned back comfortably, answering in a soft, languid voice, “I’ve handed the dress over to your butler. The beauty salon is also booked. Can I receive my payment now?”

In the conservatory, on the only large wooden chair, Tang Mingling sat on her lap, tightly embraced and passionately kissed. Her clothes had been lifted to her $\text{chest}$, her full $\text{breasts}$ exposed to the air and $\text{fondled}$ by the slender fingers.

Tang Mingling was burning hot from the $\text{teasing}$, and the firm, distinct $\text{pressure}$ under her $\text{buttocks}$ brought back memories of the few nights they had spent together, making her even more aroused. Taking a moment to breathe, she panted, “L-let’s go back to the room…”

Ji Xun pulled up her long skirt. Her finger rubbed her $\text{pussy}$ through the thin $\text{underwear}$ and then she laughed. She said casually, “But you’re already soaked. Let me relieve the itch here first, then we’ll go back.” She helped Tang Mingling turn around, making her $\text{lie}$ $\text{face}$ $\text{down}$ on the wooden table filled with painting tools. “Lie still.”

Tang Mingling endured the shame and $\text{lay}$ $\text{down}$ as instructed. She heard a rustling sound behind her, then her lower skirt was suddenly lifted to her waist. Her soaked $\text{panties}$ were pulled down to her thighs, and the thick, hot $\text{cylinder}$ $\text{inserted}$ between her legs, rubbing against her.

“$\text{Ah}$… so good.” As her $\text{penis}$ was clamped by the soft legs, Ji Xun sighed comfortably.

If the woman hadn’t been so forcefully pinned down beneath her, Tang Mingling would have never imagined that the soft-spoken woman could be so domineering and aggressive. Moreover, her $\text{panting}$ sound was so $\text{sexy}$ it made her numb.

The $\text{penis}$ rubbed her $\text{labia}$, brushing past the gradually heating $\text{clitoris}$. Lubricating $\text{fluid}$ flowed out. Tang Mingling’s legs went weak from the rubbing, and a feeling of emptiness gradually emerged. She wanted much more than this.

“$\text{Mmm}$… $\text{Mmm}$…” Ji Xun slowly moved her waist, $\text{thrusting}$ in and out between her legs. Her $\text{penis}$ was already thoroughly wet, sliding in abnormally smoothly. Her $\text{desire}$ had always been intense, but she had high standards for a partner, preferring to do it herself rather than just casually $\text{releasing}$ her $\text{pent}$–$\text{up}$ $\text{sexual energy}$.

But Tang Mingling, even though she was a little crazy, her beauty and demeanor perfectly matched Ji Xun’s aesthetic. However, many factors prevented them from being friends. Yet, Ji Xun never thought that the woman who had always $\text{competed}$ with her since childhood would obediently be $\text{fucked}$ beneath her.

Ji Xun stopped moving. After finding the already open entrance, eagerly welcoming her, she rubbed against it, then quickly plunged her waist down, $\text{thrusting}$ into the deepest part.

They both gasped simultaneously. Tang Mingling $\text{orgasmed}$ almost instantly. The inside of her $\text{vagina}$ madly $\text{sucked}$ and $\text{gripped}$ Ji Xun’s $\text{penis}$.

Ji Xun was almost disarmed by her. She immediately reached out and $\text{spanked}$ her $\text{buttocks}$ hard. “Relax a little.” Her handprint instantly appeared on the pale $\text{buttocks}$.

But Tang Mingling couldn’t control her reaction. After being $\text{spanked}$, her whole body tensed up. The result was that she gripped the $\text{penis}$ even tighter.

This time, Ji Xun couldn’t hold back. The warm $\text{fluid}$ instantly $\text{gushed}$ into the depths of the $\text{vagina}$.

Premature $\text{ejaculation}$… They both froze.

Tang Mingling pursed her lips, suppressing a laugh, not wanting to embarrass the other woman.

Perhaps such a situation was too humiliating, even though the owner of the $\text{penis}$ was another woman. Ji Xun couldn’t help but let her face sink. She fiercely pinched Tang Mingling’s $\text{butt}$ $\text{flesh}$ and suddenly started $\text{thrusting}$ hard.

Tang Mingling was unprepared and was instantly knocked against the wooden table. Before she could curse, the intense feeling of $\text{penetration}$ in her lower body forced her to replace words with $\text{moans}$.

The thick $\text{penis}$ $\text{thrust}$ in and out between her $\text{buttocks}$, bringing out a gush of $\text{fluid}$ each time. Ji Xun $\text{indulged}$ in $\text{pounding}$ her waist, $\text{fucking}$ the firm, wet $\text{vagina}$.

The upper halves of their clothes were still relatively neat, but their lower halves were $\text{naked}$. They were immersed in $\text{desire}$ in this usually quiet conservatory.

Every time Ji Xun $\text{thrust}$ in and out, Tang Mingling would close her eyes and tilt her head back, as if enduring some kind of pain. Only she knew how intense the feeling of being fully stuffed in her $\text{vagina}$ was. It was like a missing piece of her life had been completed.

“Your body is much more honest than you are,” Ji Xun said. She changed her hands to $\text{graze}$ and $\text{knead}$ Tang Mingling’s $\text{breasts}$. Her $\text{buttocks}$ were still $\text{pounding}$ violently. The sound of their skin slapping echoed in the sealed, frosted conservatory. Although the windows were treated, their shadows could still be seen ambiguously overlapping. “Wet and soft, gripping so tightly. Am I the only one who can satisfy you like this? $\text{Hmm}$?”

“$\text{Mmm}$…” Her $\text{penis}$ was $\text{pounding}$ the sensitive $\text{clitoris}$ deep inside. All her rationality had long been $\text{thrust}$ out of her brain. Her heart was solely chasing the pleasure the other woman was giving her. She responded vaguely, “Satisfied…”

Ji Xun frowned, realizing she was close to $\text{cumming}$ again. She was about to $\text{thrust}$ a few more times and then pull out—she hadn’t intended to $\text{cum}$ inside; the previous time was an unexpected failure to stop—but the other woman seemed to sense her intention and actively began to $\text{gyrate}$ her $\text{buttocks}$ to match her $\text{thrusting}$.

“Don’t pull out. $\text{Cum}$ inside. $\text{Cum}$ for me…” Tang Mingling was $\text{delirious}$ with $\text{sex}$, instinctively pursuing the maximization of pleasure.

Ji Xun was surprised for only a second. She immediately pulled out smoothly, $\text{thrust}$ back in heavily, and, after fully $\text{inserting}$ herself into the other woman’s body, released everything within the warm $\text{flesh}$.

Feeling the $\text{fluid}$ blocked inside her body, Tang Mingling lay $\text{face}$ $\text{down}$ on the table, panting uncomfortably. Too much, too full.

But it was also truly… so good. She had to admit, Ji Xun was really gifted… excellent at everything she did. Even $\text{sex}$.