Control (Futa) - Chapter 19

19. Extras 1

“Mingling…” Ji Xun’s $\text{sexy}$ $\text{voice}$ $\text{panted}$ in her ear. She was $\text{leaning}$ over Tang Mingling from behind, her lower body still $\text{pumping}$, making the bed $\text{creak}$ with their movements.

Her $\text{breasts}$ $\text{jiggled}$ with their owner’s movement, then were $\text{cupped}$ and $\text{kneaded}$. Ji Xun had mastered all of Tang Mingling’s $\text{erogenous}$ $\text{zones}$, and the $\text{thing}$ $\text{thrusting}$ inside her body grew $\text{swollen}$, as if it would $\text{fill}$ her $\text{completely}$. She couldn’t help $\text{moaning}$ $\text{loudly}$.

“Mingling, Mingling… $\text{Shh}$, quieter, the children are $\text{sleeping}$ next door—”

“Mingling, Mingling, are you going $\text{home}$?” A classmate called out twice from the desk next to her with no response, so she reached out to shake Tang Mingling.

Startled by the shaking, Tang Mingling suddenly came to her senses, gasped twice, and looked at the person who called her. “You go first…” Tang Mingling shook her head, refusing the invitation. Her eyes occasionally glanced at the back of the person diagonally in front of her.

The $\text{dream}$ she had last night made her feel… $\text{Ah}$ $\text{ah}$ $\text{ah}$ $\text{ah}$! Tang Mingling gripped her textbook tightly.

How could she $\text{dream}$ of $\text{sleeping}$ with Ji Xun, $\text{seven}$ $\text{times}$ in one night, and ending up in a terrible state? The kind of terrible that left the bed a mess.

And how could Ji Xun have a $\text{penis}$… She hadn’t been watching any $\text{porn}$ lately. It was bad enough to have a $\text{wet}$ $\text{dream}$, but it was about the person she $\text{disliked}$ the most, and she had arbitrarily given her a $\text{strange}$ $\text{setting}$.

It made her unable to pay attention in class all day. Now, seeing Ji Xun, she felt nothing but $\text{awkwardness}$. She didn’t even have the heart to $\text{dislike}$ her anymore.

Tang Mingling silently $\text{reflected}$ on her $\text{awfulness}$, only realizing half an hour later that the classroom was empty. She slowly packed her bag and went home.

Going downstairs, Tang Mingling heard a familiar voice coming from the hallway, making her unconsciously stop and turn towards the classroom.

“This is not the first time you’ve been $\text{reported}$ for $\text{bullying}$ a classmate.” Ji Xun stood in front of two students with her backpack on. The girl was crying, and the boy looked $\text{disdainful}$.

“What’s it to you? Don’t think I’m afraid of you just because you’re in the student council.” The boy showed a $\text{fierce}$ $\text{expression}$.

“Give me your $\text{class}$ $\text{and}$ $\text{name}$. I need to $\text{report}$ you to the school.” Ji Xun calmly took out her $\text{notebook}$ to $\text{write}$ it down.

“You better $\text{get}$ $\text{lost}$. I’m not afraid of you. Ji Xun, $\text{pfah}$.” But the boy seemed $\text{provoked}$ by her and pushed her hard.

Ji Xun had worked in the student council for a long time and often handled such campus violations, but she hadn’t expected the other party to $\text{use}$ $\text{force}$. She lost her balance and was pushed down, $\text{hitting}$ the $\text{ground}$. When she looked up, she happened to see Tang Mingling standing around the corner. Her eyes, slightly $\text{red}$ from the $\text{pain}$, were $\text{seen}$ defenselessly by the other person.

Tang Mingling’s $\text{anger}$ $\text{flared}$ up instantly. Her head heated up, and she rushed over to help Ji Xun up without caring about anything else, glaring at the boy. “You’re not afraid of Ji Xun, so how about with $\text{me}$?”

The boy hadn’t expected Tang Mingling to show up. He really wasn’t afraid of Ji Xun because Ji Xun was $\text{reasonable}$, but Tang Mingling wasn’t. With the Ji family and the Tang family combined, his $\text{face}$ instantly $\text{turned}$ $\text{pale}$.

Ji Xun also hadn’t expected Tang Mingling to come to her $\text{aid}$. As Tang Mingling helped her, her mind was focused on the $\text{skin}$ $\text{contact}$ between Tang Mingling and herself. She lowered her eyes and $\text{pursed}$ her $\text{lips}$.

Tang Mingling saw her $\text{aggrieved}$ $\text{look}$ and became even more $\text{furious}$. She turned her head and angrily asked the girl, “What $\text{grade}$ and $\text{class}$? You tell me.”

“First $\text{year}$, $\text{Class}$ $\text{Five}$,” the girl $\text{sobbed}$ softly.

“First $\text{year}$, $\text{Class}$ $\text{Five}$, is it? You won’t see him tomorrow. $\text{Scumbag}$.” Tang Mingling stared coldly at the boy. Noticing that the boy seemed $\text{frustrated}$ and wanted to $\text{hit}$ her, she said, “You should know how $\text{big}$ the business between my family and hers is, right? If you want your $\text{parents’}$ $\text{company}$ to have problems, you can try.”

When his parents and family business were mentioned, the boy instantly $\text{deflated}$. He bowed his head, accepting the impending punishment by $\text{default}$.

After solving the problem, Tang Mingling realized she had been holding Ji Xun’s arm the whole time. Then she remembered the terrible $\text{dream}$, where there were parts where she was grabbing the other woman’s hand. She immediately let go and took a large step back.

Seeing her $\text{avoid}$ her like the $\text{plague}$, Ji Xun’s $\text{eyes}$ $\text{darkened}$. She forced herself to speak to thank her. “Thank you for earlier.”

“You’re welcome.” Tang Mingling, feeling $\text{guilty}$ for $\text{fantasizing}$ about $\text{sleeping}$ with her, spoke $\text{coldly}$. She turned and left.

Ji Xun opened her mouth, but finally remained $\text{silent}$, pulling her backpack and $\text{limping}$ down the same path. After walking a few steps, she noticed the person who had walked away had turned back and was staring at her.

“Did you hurt your $\text{foot}$?” Tang Mingling had unintentionally looked back and saw Ji Xun walking slowly, lagging far behind her.

As usual, Ji Xun would have coldly said she was fine. But perhaps Tang Mingling’s attitude was very different today, making Ji Xun act strange as well. She said softly, “I think I $\text{sprained}$ it when I was $\text{pushed}$ $\text{down}$.” After two seconds, she added, “It $\text{hurts}$ a little.”

“…$\text{Damn}$ $\text{it}$.” Tang Mingling’s $\text{face}$ $\text{darkened}$ slightly.

Ji Xun heard her $\text{swear}$ and only thought she felt $\text{troubled}$ by her. The pain she had just admitted she felt, she now wanted to $\text{swallow}$ back, unwilling to show weakness. Just as she was about to tell her not to worry, Tang Mingling stepped forward and helped her.

“I should have just $\text{kicked}$ him out of school earlier. Why wait until tomorrow?” Tang Mingling was very $\text{annoyed}$. Although she usually $\text{disliked}$ Ji Xun, it was only a personal $\text{emotional}$ $\text{prejudice}$, and she could not $\text{tolerate}$ campus $\text{violence}$ at all.

The $\text{pretense}$ in Ji Xun’s eyes and brows suddenly $\text{faded}$. She spoke again, “It’s okay. You go back first. I can manage by myself.”

Tang Mingling didn’t pay attention to her. “I’ll $\text{take}$ you to your $\text{car}$.” She knew Ji Xun had someone to $\text{pick}$ $\text{her}$ up and $\text{drop}$ $\text{her}$ off. She originally wanted to take her to the $\text{infirmary}$, but then remembered the Ji family probably had a $\text{collaborating}$ $\text{doctor}$.

She $\text{silently}$ $\text{helped}$ the person all the way to the $\text{parking}$ $\text{lot}$. After finding Ji Xun’s $\text{driver}$, she opened the door and helped her into the back seat. Tang Mingling breathed a $\text{sigh}$ $\text{of}$ $\text{relief}$ after completing her task. Just as she was about to leave, Ji Xun called out to her.

“Ming… Tang Mingling, thank you.” Ji Xun sat upright in the car, her gaze $\text{focused}$ on her.

Just like in the $\text{dream}$… Tang Mingling, thinking about the $\text{dream}$ in front of the person involved, her $\text{face}$ suddenly $\text{flushed}$. “It’s $\text{n-no}$ $\text{problem}$. $\text{Goodbye}$.” She turned around and $\text{fled}$ in $\text{confusion}$.

“Ji Xun… $\text{hit}$ $\text{it}$ $\text{harder}$. $\text{Penetrate}$ me… $\text{Ah}$… Are you $\text{unable}$ to $\text{do}$ $\text{it}$?” Tang Mingling $\text{swayed}$ $\text{wantonly}$ on her lap. The $\text{erect}$ $\text{penis}$ was $\text{faintly}$ $\text{visible}$ between them.

“Who was $\text{crying}$ yesterday saying $\text{no}$ $\text{more}$?” Ji Xun looked up at her $\text{wantonly}$ enjoying it, yet still $\text{scolding}$ her. She opened her mouth and bit the $\text{nipple}$ $\text{swinging}$ in front of her, $\text{sucking}$ hard.

Tang Mingling tilted her head back, gripping Ji Xun’s shoulders. Her $\text{cunt}$ $\text{contracted}$ hard, $\text{biting}$ her $\text{penis}$. “$\text{Ah}$… $\text{Cum}$ $\text{for}$ $\text{me}$.”

“…” Tang Mingling woke up and sat on the bed, looking $\text{exhausted}$. She, an $\text{underage}$ $\text{girl}$, was enduring too much. She rubbed her face, then silently went to $\text{take}$ $\text{a}$ $\text{shower}$.

After arriving in the classroom, she was still $\text{distracted}$. During class, she kept looking at Ji Xun’s back $\text{absentmindedly}$. She couldn’t help but think of her $\text{defined}$ $\text{abs}$, her $\text{C}$–$\text{cup}$ $\text{bra}$ $\text{size}$, and… She took a deep $\text{breath}$ softly, $\text{scolding}$ herself for being a $\text{pervert}$ for $\text{arbitrarily}$ giving the other person $\text{extra}$ $\text{organs}$.

She finally $\text{made}$ it to lunch break. She declined her classmate’s lunch invitation, planning to find a place to rest. Having such $\text{intense}$ $\text{wet}$ $\text{dreams}$ for two consecutive days had left her feeling very $\text{fatigued}$. She didn’t understand how they could $\text{do}$ $\text{it}$ $\text{seven}$ $\text{times}$ every night in the dream.

“Tang Mingling?”

She was originally looking down for her $\text{wallet}$ when she was suddenly called out. She habitually looked up and said, “What is it, Ji Xun?” Then, she $\text{clamped}$ her $\text{mouth}$ shut. She looked $\text{awkwardly}$ at the person standing by her desk. She had accidentally brought out a $\text{habit}$ from the $\text{dream}$.

In the $\text{dream}$, they always $\text{loved}$ $\text{calling}$ each other’s $\text{names}$.

Ji Xun’s $\text{expression}$ was $\text{composed}$, showing no signs of $\text{oddness}$. “Are you $\text{free}$ at $\text{noon}$? I wanted to $\text{treat}$ you to $\text{lunch}$. To thank you for yesterday.”

If it were in the past, Tang Mingling would have $\text{refused}$ without thinking. But the Ji Xun of the past would not have $\text{invited}$ her to lunch. Tang Mingling wanted to $\text{say}$ $\text{no}$, but she also kind of wanted to $\text{go}$… After hesitating for a while, she stood up and leaned back against the chair, telling Ji Xun, “Let’s $\text{go}$. Let’s $\text{eat}$.”

Ji Xun seemed very $\text{happy}$. Her $\text{dimples}$ were $\text{faintly}$ $\text{visible}$ on her cheeks, but when Tang Mingling tried to see clearly, she reverted to her usual $\text{distant}$ $\text{expression}$.

“$\text{Baby}$…” Ji Xun sat in the chair, holding Tang Mingling’s head with both hands, gently $\text{thrusting}$ her $\text{hips}$ into her $\text{mouth}$.

Tang Mingling was already $\text{skillfully}$ $\text{swallowing}$ her $\text{large}$ $\text{penis}$, $\text{spitting}$ out the $\text{penis}$, her $\text{tongue}$ $\text{licking}$ over the $\text{tip}$, all the way down to the soft $\text{scrotum}$.

Ji Xun $\text{ejaculated}$ uncontrollably. The $\text{bodily}$ $\text{fluid}$ stained Tang Mingling’s $\text{hair}$.

“$\text{Fuck}$.” It was the $\text{third}$ $\text{day}$. Tang Mingling woke up, completely convinced that she was a $\text{pervert}$. Why else would she have such $\text{perverted}$ $\text{wet}$ $\text{dreams}$? Fantasizing about her $\text{classmate}$ growing a $\text{penis}$ and $\text{fucking}$ her—what was $\text{wrong}$ with her?

Because she woke up too $\text{early}$, she bumped into Ji Xun just entering the school gate.

Perhaps because their relationship had $\text{eased}$ over the past two days, Ji Xun reached out to $\text{greet}$ her.

Tang Mingling felt $\text{guilty}$ about $\text{fantasizing}$ about $\text{sleeping}$ with her every day, which made her attitude much $\text{better}$, and she responded to the other woman’s $\text{greeting}$.

Ji Xun received the response, looked down, and $\text{smiled}$ $\text{lightly}$. She slowly walked over to her side.

“Your $\text{foot}$ isn’t healed yet, is it? Walk slower.” Tang Mingling $\text{reduced}$ her $\text{speed}$ to $\text{accompany}$ her.

The two walked slowly in the early morning campus, speaking softly.

“That first-year student has already $\text{transferred}$ $\text{schools}$,” Ji Xun said.

“If he $\text{transfers}$ to another school, there might be another $\text{victim}$. That’s letting him $\text{off}$ too $\text{easy}$,” Tang Mingling said, still $\text{angry}$ about the $\text{scene}$ from that day.

“My family had a $\text{good}$ $\text{talk}$ with his $\text{parents}$. We gave him some $\text{suggestions}$ $\text{for}$ $\text{further}$ $\text{education}$,” Ji Xun looked at her and $\text{smiled}$ $\text{imperceptibly}$.

From years of being $\text{compared}$ to her, Tang Mingling knew that Ji Xun was quite $\text{capable}$. So, she didn’t $\text{argue}$ after hearing what she said, and $\text{nodded}$ in $\text{agreement}$.

She originally thought that the other woman greeting her was the $\text{limit}$, but she never expected to be able to walk and $\text{chat}$ $\text{peacefully}$. Ji Xun breathed a $\text{sigh}$ $\text{of}$ $\text{relief}$, and then wondered if Tang Mingling would be this $\text{gentle}$ with her if her $\text{foot}$ didn’t $\text{get}$ $\text{better}$.

When she woke up on the $\text{fourth}$ $\text{day}$, Tang Mingling was already $\text{numb}$. If she $\text{slept}$ a $\text{few}$ $\text{more}$ $\text{days}$, she could become a $\text{pornographer}$. And was she really that $\text{sexually}$ $\text{frustrated}$?

In her $\text{dream}$, she had to $\text{cling}$ to Ji Xun every day to $\text{have}$ $\text{sex}$, whether in the $\text{room}$, the $\text{study}$, or even in the $\text{company}$ $\text{office}$ today.

She had to $\text{admit}$ that Ji Xun in a $\text{suit}$ in the $\text{office}$ was a little $\text{beautiful}$. That look of $\text{seriousness}$ mixed with $\text{lust}$ when she was $\text{fucking}$ her…

“$\text{God}$ $\text{dammit}$.” Tang Mingling covered her face.

$\text{Having}$ $\text{sex}$ with the other person in her $\text{dream}$ every day made it impossible for Tang Mingling to be $\text{cold}$ to her in real life anymore. Also, due to her $\text{guilt}$, she would $\text{respond}$ to every word Ji Xun said, and her voice was always $\text{unconsciously}$ $\text{soft}$ and $\text{gentle}$ when she spoke.

Her $\text{deskmate}$ was very $\text{surprised}$, as she knew how much Tang Mingling $\text{disliked}$ Ji Xun. She even specifically asked her what was wrong.

“Actually… she’s pretty $\text{nice}$ too.” Tang Mingling thought of her $\text{C}$–$\text{cup}$ $\text{bra}$ $\text{size}$ and $\text{abs}$, and that $\text{penis}$… She shook her head. “I was too $\text{immature}$ before. I didn’t know how to $\text{appreciate}$ everyone’s $\text{strengths}$.” Especially the $\text{beauty}$ of the $\text{human}$ $\text{body}$, Tang Mingling added in her heart.

“Okay.” Her $\text{deskmate}$ $\text{nodded}$. “Although Ji Xun always seems $\text{aloof}$, she’s especially $\text{good}$ to you. It would be good if you could $\text{build}$ $\text{a}$ $\text{better}$ $\text{relationship}$ with her.”

“$\text{Huh}$?” Tang Mingling looked at her $\text{confusedly}$. “What do you mean by ‘especially $\text{good}$’?”

“The $\text{medicine}$ I gave you when you weren’t feeling well was $\text{given}$ to me by her to $\text{give}$ to you,” her $\text{deskmate}$ $\text{explained}$. “And every time you said you were $\text{hungry}$, you might have said it a little $\text{loudly}$ and she $\text{heard}$ you, so she would $\text{give}$ me $\text{snacks}$.”

Tang Mingling looked $\text{shocked}$. “That $\text{happened}$?”

“I thought you $\text{really}$ $\text{disliked}$ her, so I $\text{didn’t}$ $\text{tell}$ you.”

“…You $\text{could}$ $\text{have}$ $\text{told}$ $\text{me}$.” If her $\text{deskmate}$ had told her, she certainly wouldn’t have $\text{accepted}$ $\text{charity}$.

After her $\text{perspective}$ on people changed, when she heard Ji Xun, she no longer felt $\text{immediately}$ $\text{irritated}$, but her emotions were $\text{subtle}$.

After class, her $\text{deskmate}$ had $\text{club}$ $\text{activities}$, so she $\text{separated}$ from Tang Mingling.

After Tang Mingling packed her backpack, she realized that only she and Ji Xun were left in the classroom, and the other person was looking at her. She suddenly felt a little $\text{nervous}$. Not wanting her $\text{oddness}$ to be seen, she could only $\text{pretend}$ to be $\text{calm}$.

As Ji Xun walked towards her, her $\text{skirt}$ $\text{swayed}$ in the $\text{wind}$.

Tang Mingling was $\text{distracted}$ for a moment, letting her mind $\text{wander}$ to what was under the $\text{skirt}$…

“Mingling, are you $\text{free}$ in a moment? I have a few $\text{math}$ $\text{problems}$ I don’t understand. Can you $\text{tutor}$ me?” Ji Xun seemed a little $\text{nervous}$, afraid of being $\text{rejected}$ but unwilling to give up asking.

“Y-yes, I’m $\text{free}$. $\text{Sure}$.” Tang Mingling took a deep $\text{breath}$. She felt her $\text{face}$ was $\text{super}$ $\text{hot}$, but didn’t dare to $\text{touch}$ it. She $\text{stuttered}$ as she $\text{agreed}$ to the other person.

Then, she was $\text{stunned}$ by the $\text{smile}$ that suddenly $\text{bloomed}$ on Ji Xun’s $\text{face}$.