Control (Futa) - Chapter 7

7. A Trial Run

What Tang Mingling had envisioned as “go take a shower first” was that they would shower separately. Discounting their previous accidental night together, even if she agreed to the mutually beneficial arrangement, their relationship was at most one where they “knew each other’s names but had no overlap.”

But she misjudged Ji Xun, or rather, the Ji Xun she thought she knew was not the real her. The person now forcefully entering and sharing the shower with her might be her true nature.

“Enough…” Tang Mingling only wanted a quick shower. Who knew Ji Xun would strip naked without reservation, hug her, and say she would help her wash? Washing quickly led to heat. She could feel the other woman’s unusual $\text{genitalia}$ boldly asserting its presence. Annoyed, she said, “Are you that impatient!”

Was this Ji Xun? The woman with the frigid-looking face?

“I’ve waited long enough.” The night of debauchery had left a lasting impression on Ji Xun. She never thought the person she had looked down on since childhood would taste so great. Moreover, she didn’t have to worry about her secret leaking out because she knew Tang Mingling too well. She valued her reputation more than her own life. “We’re adults. Do you still like that innocent act?”

Tang Mingling’s expression changed at the words, which seemed to mock her past naivety. Annoyed, she tried to break free from her embrace. But the woman behind her immediately pinned her in her arms, roughly $\text{kneading}$ her $\text{chest}$, eliciting a muffled groan from her.

“Be good.” Ji Xun bit her earlobe discontentedly. Seeing that she finally calmed down, her right hand slid down to her $\text{crotch}$. After gently tracing the $\text{labia}$ with her fingers to find the entrance, two fingers went directly into the $\text{vagina}$. After a pause, waiting for the inside to adjust, she suddenly started moving them.

Tang Mingling’s legs instantly became weak. The hot water was still rinsing her from top to bottom, making her warm body even more sensitive.

“Ah… so good.” As Ji Xun’s fingers explored her $\text{vagina}$, desire drove her to sway her body, her lower half lightly bumping against Tang Mingling. She panted softly. “So wet and tight.”

Tang Mingling couldn’t hold back her $\text{moan}$ and leaned against her. The swollen, hard $\text{penis}$behind her was intensely impossible to ignore. She could feel herself being slowly dragged into the abyss of $\text{desire}$. She wanted to be fiercely filled up.

When Ji Xun pulled her fingers out, it drew a disgruntled look from Tang Mingling. Ji Xun chuckled and said, “So $\text{slutty}$?” She then commanded her in a slightly cold tone, “Lean on the wall.”

Tang Mingling suddenly snapped back to attention. Being arrogant and proud, how could she tolerate being ordered around like this? Even though she was aroused, she wanted to stop. As she tried to push her away, Ji Xun forcefully pinned her against the wall. Grasping her firm $\text{buttocks}$, the $\text{penis}$ rubbed between her legs against the already open $\text{vulva}$. After rubbing Tang Mingling until her $\text{passion}$ flared, Ji Xun aimed at the opening and plunged all the way in with one thrust.

“Ah—” Tang Mingling threw her head back and screamed. Her $\text{vagina}$ was suddenly filled with the other woman’s astonishing $\text{penis}$, the swelling making it somewhat unbearable. “T-too big…”

The comfort of having the $\text{penis}$ tightly gripped made Ji Xun close her eyes and pant. “So comfortable… good girl.” She gently $\text{massaged}$ the other woman’s abdomen as if to soothe her. “Do it a few more times, and you’ll get used to it.”

Tang Mingling, still adjusting, frowned. How could Ji Xun be so shameless? Or rather, Ji Xun had been constantly challenging her perception of her since they re-met. But before she could think deeply, the other woman started to $\text{thrust}$, instantly driving away all her rationality.

Slap, slap, slap. The sound of rapidly colliding $\text{flesh}$ was almost as loud as the running water from the shower. Ji Xun forcefully $\text{pounded}$ and $\text{ploughed}$ the female $\text{body}$, which had not been entered for a long time. Each time, she would push deep inside, gently rubbing the deepest part before pulling out again.

Tang Mingling was practically going insane. Having abandoned reason and morals, she instinctively chased physiological pleasure, rocking her $\text{buttocks}$ and actively swallowing her $\text{mortal}$ $\text{enemy}$‘s $\text{penis}$.

“Does it feel good?” Ji Xun pressed down, her $\text{chest}$ rubbing against Tang Mingling’s back, and whispered into her ear.

“F-feels good,” she replied, with what might have been tears or hot water from the shower in the corners of her eyes.

“Do you like being $\text{fucked}$ by me like this?” She could feel Tang Mingling’s body melting under her, perfectly encompassing Ji Xun’s $\text{desire}$.

Tang Mingling, being $\text{possessed}$, bit her lip and shook her head, unsure if she was refusing to answer or was simply unable to answer. But feeling the other woman’s increasingly fast movements, she suddenly cried out, “No, don’t $\text{cum}$ inside, don’t!”

Ji Xun narrowed her eyes and continued $\text{thrusting}$. She $\text{licked}$ her earlobe. “I won’t $\text{cum}$ inside, but you have to stay with me all night?”

“Okay… okay.” Tang Mingling compromised, having no choice. In fact, even if her brain wanted to refuse, her $\text{buttocks}$ honestly pressed tightly against the person behind her, trying hard to rub against her. Suddenly, her body stiffened, and $\text{orgasmic}$ $\text{fluid}$ gushed out from deep within.

Ji Xun frowned, cursed under her breath, and suddenly pulled out her $\text{penis}$. She quickly $\text{masturbated}$ with her right hand and finally $\text{ejaculated}$ the $\text{semen}$ onto Tang Mingling’s legs. It was instantly washed away into the drain.

Ji Xun hurriedly turned off the hot water, took a towel from the rack outside, and wrapped it around the limp woman in her arms. After sitting her on the chair, she changed into a bathrobe herself. Only then did she half-support, half-carry the person back to the room.