Control (Futa) - Chapter 18

18. Proposal (End)

In the dimly lit room, two $\text{naked}$ $\text{bodies}$ embraced on the large bed. Tang Mingling was deeply asleep from exhaustion. Ji Xun listened to her heartbeat in her arms.

Thump, thump, thump… Each beat entered her ear solidly, deafening in the quiet world that held only the two of them. Until it was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Ji Xun got up, casually grabbed a $\text{robe}$ and put it on, then walked to the door and opened it.

Tang Ximin stood at the guest room door and, seeing that it was Ji Xun, asked her innocently, “Auntie, have you seen Mom?”

She didn’t consider herself a person who liked children, but looking at the miniature version of Tang Mingling’s face, Ji Xun always had endless patience. “Mom is resting. What is it?”

“We want to go play in the greenhouse and see the pretty flowers!” Tang Shuyu, who was beside her, spoke first. “Ximin said she had to ask Auntie if she could.”

The old Tang Ximin wouldn’t have dared to ask Tang Mingling, but with her mother being much nicer lately, she had found a little courage.

“I see. I’ll take you.”

“Can we? We don’t have to tell Mom?” Tang Ximin’s eyes widened.

“This is your house. You’re the little mistress. You can do whatever you want. Don’t be afraid.” Ji Xun $\text{patted}$ Tang Ximin’s head. She told them to rest in the living room while she went to change her clothes.

When Tang Mingling woke up, the spot next to her was cold. The sound of children laughing came from outside. She struggled a little to get out of bed. Seeing a clean set of clothes on the nearby table, she took a shower in the bathroom before putting them on.

Standing on the balcony, she looked down and saw Ji Xun playing with the two children on the lawn in the garden. Most of the time, her gaze was fixed on Ji Xun, waiting for her to notice her.

After a while, Ji Xun suddenly looked up, their eyes met, and they exchanged a smile.

The news of Ji Xun and Tang Mingling being together quickly spread throughout the wealthy circle. It wasn’t because of idle gossip, but because Ji Xun would always bring Tang Mingling with her whenever she attended a banquet.

If a work engagement required socializing, Ji Xun would be seen calling on time to report in. This kind of $\text{love}$ $\text{struck}$ behavior was completely contrary to Ji Xun’s typically reserved image, which surprised many people, as well as the fact that the Ji family did not object.

Not only did the Ji family not object, but because of this relationship, they actively initiated contact with the Tang family. Everyone began to guess that the two might get married soon.

“A lot of people came to sound me out just now about whether we’re going to get married.” Tang Mingling was kneeling on Ji Xun’s lap with her legs spread. The suit pants were tossed onto the passenger seat. The lace $\text{panties}$ were torn open, and Ji Xun’s $\text{penis}$ was $\text{inserted}$ into the soft $\text{cunt}$ $\text{heart}$, $\text{pounding}$ as Tang Mingling $\text{moved}$ up and down. “…You’re so $\text{thick}$ today. Are you especially excited in the car?”

The suit jacket covered their lower bodies. Compared to Tang Mingling, Ji Xun didn’t even take off her $\text{pants}$. She just $\text{unzipped}$ them, freeing her $\text{penis}$ for Tang Mingling to $\text{ride}$.

The banquet today was actually one they didn’t need to attend, just a dinner party hosted by a wealthy person for their child’s birthday. But ever since they got together, Ji Xun was even more enthusiastic than Tang Mingling about attending as a couple, which made many people who originally had an interest in Ji Xun envious.

Others thought Ji Xun was deeply in love with Tang Mingling and wanted to show off everywhere. Only Tang Mingling knew that this person especially liked to $\text{take}$ $\text{off}$ her $\text{formal}$ $\text{dresses}$ after a banquet.

Today they were both wearing suits. Ji Xun was so $\text{aroused}$ in some way. When they left the banquet, Ji Xun let the driver go first. She drove Tang Mingling to a $\text{secluded}$ spot by the roadside, then got her $\text{wet}$ and told her to sit on her lap.

“You like it too,” Ji Xun $\text{moaned}$. Her right hand undid the buttons of Tang Mingling’s shirt, exposing the beautiful body underneath. She pushed aside the bra and leaned in to $\text{suck}$ her $\text{breast}$. She said indistinctly, “You got $\text{wet}$ especially fast today. You’re $\text{rocking}$ so hard, little Mingling.” Her palm $\text{slapped}$ her $\text{buttock}$.

Every time she called her by a $\text{pet}$ $\text{name}$, Tang Mingling felt a deep sense of being $\text{cherished}$. At first, she thought it was just her $\text{imagination}$, but Ji Xun seriously $\text{kept}$ her $\text{promise}$.

She showed Tang Mingling her $\text{whereabouts}$ in minute $\text{detail}$, even letting her install a $\text{tracker}$ on her phone so she could monitor where Ji Xun was at any time. Whatever she said, Ji Xun would $\text{obey}$ $\text{without}$ $\text{question}$.

Ji Xun held her slender waist, looking up at the woman immersed in $\text{lust}$ above her. Although she was $\text{gasping}$ uncontrollably, she still demanded, “Look at me, Mingling.”

Tang Mingling looked down, meeting Ji Xun’s eyes, which were $\text{fuddled}$ from $\text{pleasure}$, with her brows furrowed, yet still staring at her pitifully. She smiled, cupped her face, and bit her lip. “You’re $\text{fucking}$ me, but it feels like I’m $\text{fucking}$ you. Ji Xun. You really love to $\text{sulk}$.”

Every time they $\text{had}$ $\text{sex}$, Ji Xun would $\text{lock}$ onto her gaze, insisting that Tang Mingling look at her. Over time, looking at Ji Xun became a $\text{habit}$. No matter where she was, as soon as the other woman appeared within sight, Tang Mingling would $\text{always}$ $\text{look}$ at her. This allowed Ji Xun to always find her gaze.

Even the increasingly $\text{cheerful}$ Tang Ximin once complained about being $\text{neglected}$.

But Ji Xun was $\text{selfish}$. She didn’t want to $\text{share}$ Tang Mingling’s attention, so she $\text{doted}$ on her $\text{daughter}$ on Tang Mingling’s behalf.

The accumulation of pleasure was too much. Tang Mingling had already $\text{orgasmed}$ once, and a $\text{hot}$ $\text{gush}$ had already $\text{wet}$ her $\text{pants}$. Ji Xun felt like she was about to $\text{climax}$.

She pushed the woman against the steering wheel, $\text{thrusting}$ her hips forcefully. $\text{Penetrating}$ her $\text{cunt}$, she hit the deepest part every time. “Mingling… $\text{Ah}$… Mingling!” She kept calling the other woman’s name.

The car $\text{shook}$ due to their violent movements. Luckily, they were parked in a $\text{secluded}$ location, and no one would pass by. So, they $\text{indulged}$ their actions even more $\text{recklessly}$.

When Tang Mingling $\text{orgasmed}$ and tugged at her hair, she bit the other woman’s $\text{nipple}$. With a final forceful $\text{thrust}$, she $\text{stopped}$ deep inside, $\text{shooting}$ the long-accumulated $\text{semen}$ into her $\text{vagina}$.

Tang Mingling felt so good. She particularly $\text{loved}$ the temperature when Ji Xun $\text{ejaculated}$ inside her. But today’s $\text{position}$ and $\text{space}$ were very inconvenient. Although it was $\text{stimulating}$, she found that her $\text{calf}$ $\text{cramped}$ afterward.

“It’s all your fault… it hurts.” Tang Mingling complained $\text{petulantly}$ as she was carried to the back seat.

Ji Xun $\text{massaged}$ her calf delicately.

Her lower body hadn’t been properly cleaned yet, and she hadn’t even put her $\text{pants}$ on.

Under the suit shirt, her $\text{genitals}$ were still slowly $\text{opening}$ and $\text{closing}$, with $\text{milky}$ white $\text{fluid}$ occasionally flowing out.

“It’s all my fault,” Ji Xun $\text{coaxed}$ her. “Next time, I’ll get a different car.”

“…” Tang Mingling was $\text{speechless}$. She hadn’t expected her to be so $\text{shameless}$. Her expression made Ji Xun laugh out loud. She couldn’t help but lean in and kiss her intensely.

Tang Mingling held back for a moment, but couldn’t resist, and looked up to kiss her. As they kissed, she found her hand being held, and something was slipped onto it.

She immediately opened her eyes, pushed Ji Xun away, and raised her hand. On her ring finger was a large $\text{diamond}$ $\text{ring}$. “What… what are you $\text{doing}$?”

“I want to $\text{marry}$ you. Is that okay?” Ji Xun held her hand.

“…” Although she knew Ji Xun wasn’t a very $\text{romantic}$ person, proposing in this kind of situation… Tang Mingling tried hard to $\text{suppress}$ the urge to $\text{refuse}$. “You know I’ve been $\text{married}$ and have a $\text{child}$. It would be better for you if we just maintained the status of partners.” In the moonlight, Tang Mingling looked casual, as if she didn’t care about anything, or even about Ji Xun.

Ji Xun’s $\text{expression}$ instantly $\text{chilled}$. The $\text{strength}$ with which she held her hand was momentarily uncontrolled, and she $\text{squeezed}$ harder.

Tang Mingling $\text{winced}$ in pain but was $\text{secretly}$ $\text{pleased}$ by her barely controlled $\text{loss}$ $\text{of}$ $\text{control}$.

“You know a lot of people have been asking me out recently, testing whether I $\text{must}$ $\text{have}$ you,” Ji Xun said in a $\text{calm}$ $\text{voice}$. “If you marry me, you can get everything you $\text{want}$.” $\text{Reputation}$, $\text{envious}$ $\text{glances}$…

Both of them $\text{knew}$ $\text{exactly}$ what the other was thinking.

Tang Mingling actually thought of those things less and less recently. When she only looked at Ji Xun, she couldn’t feel the gaze of others and didn’t care about their opinions.

She just needed to look at Ji Xun. Tang Mingling looked at the other woman’s cold and yet somewhat wronged expression, and suddenly smiled, “Alright then. Although your proposal was terrible, I accept.”

Ji Xun’s dark gaze couldn’t be contained for a moment, and a smile first curved her lips.

“But I want a $\text{lavish}$ $\text{wedding}$, and I want to $\text{invite}$ $\text{reporters}$ to $\text{publish}$ a $\text{press}$ $\text{release}$.” When she married her ex-husband, the wedding was low-key out of consideration for his reputation. Because of the divorce, it had almost become a persistent heartache for her.

Meeting her gaze, Ji Xun held her hand, pressing it against her left $\text{chest}$, and leaned forward to kiss her, their figures overlapping.

“$\text{Make}$ $\text{a}$ $\text{list}$. I’ll $\text{prepare}$ everything according to your $\text{requests}$. You’ll need to $\text{buy}$ several $\text{wedding}$ $\text{dresses}$.”

“I haven’t tried $\text{doing}$ $\text{it}$ while wearing a wedding dress yet.”

“…You’re a $\text{pervert}$.”

Their voices gradually $\text{faded}$ $\text{away}$ between their lips.