Leave If You Dare! (GL) - Chapter 1

If Lin Zi had known that the woman atop her at this moment would later be the one she’d call mother, she swore she would have resisted fiercely from the very instant they got into bed—unyielding to the death.

She would have repaid Qin Ximo in kind, using the very methods of violation inflicted upon her—harder, deeper, each thrust more forceful than the last—until Qin Ximo fully understood the consequences of daring to usurp her birth mother’s place. Then, all night long, she would have made Qin Ximo endure every shameful, debauched position imaginable, leaving her lips pale with humiliation.

Yet fate is unpredictable. As Lin Zi was forced to experience her first time being tasted by a woman, biting her lip but unable to suppress the soft, trembling moans that escaped, she realized one thing, no matter how much she restrained or repressed herself, she couldn’t resist this woman—this poised, elegant beauty who effortlessly ignited every last one of her desires. It was as if a long-dormant beast within her had suddenly awakened, savoring the intoxicating feast Qin Ximo offered—a bold, provocative, and utterly novel indulgence that assaulted all her senses.

Like a frozen continent violently split open by tectonic forces, scalding magma erupted from the depths, reshaping the land with its searing heat. And once that beast had tasted such rapture, it would no longer be content to remain confined within the narrow confines of her heart.

Qin Ximo was a woman of noble restraint, seemingly untouched by desire, while Lin Zi had always prided herself on discipline and self-mastery. But the moment she caught the faint, intoxicating fragrance of Qin Ximo’s skin, her resolve faltered—and in that instant of distraction, Qin Ximo seized her chance, dragging her forcefully into bed. In that moment, Lin Zi knew, the allure of passion would always triumph over ascetic denial. A truth despised by the world, yet undeniable in its reality.

“Miss Lin, have you always been this sensitive?” Qin Ximo murmured as dawn crept in. The bedroom was separated from the terrace only by a sheer white curtain, swaying gently in the morning breeze. The warmth from the outdoor hot spring permeated the room, and Qin Ximo reveled in this unparalleled comfort. She could tell this was Lin Zi’s first time with a woman—every reaction, every movement, had been coaxed and guided by her own hands. And there was a certain pleasure in teasing Lin Zi just enough to keep her on edge.

“I’m not used to flirtation,” Lin Zi replied stiffly, turning slightly away. After the night’s relentless tutelage, she had learned that outright defiance only stoked Qin Ximo’s hunger. This half-hearted refusal might buy her a moment’s respite—she was already stripped bare, with nothing left to give.

Qin Ximo chuckled softly, tracing a finger down Lin Zi’s exposed spine, eliciting a shiver. Even with her eyes closed, Lin Zi could picture her perfectly—raven-black hair cascading like seaweed over porcelain skin, flawless as carved jade, luminous and untouchable.

This woman always maintained an air of calm restraint. Though Lin Zi was already exhausted, seeing Qin Ximo—who had drained her completely—still looking perfectly composed somehow reignited her energy. Struggling to sit up, she tore Qin Ximo’s inconveniently stubborn bodysuit to shreds with a sharp rip, reducing the expensive lingerie to tattered scraps in the corner.

Qin Ximo was surprised by Lin Zi’s sudden counterattack, yet she remained unfazed, merely casting a deep, enigmatic glance at her. Her brows lifted slightly, her gaze hazy—neither rejecting nor yielding.

When dealing with an unruly partner in bed, the only solution was to pin them down thoroughly and drive them to the brink of delirium.

“I know you only like it when it’s real,” Qin Ximo murmured with a faint smile, flipping Lin Zi beneath her once more. “I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

“Mmm… mmm…” Lin Zi writhed, her protests muffled by Qin Ximo’s relentless kiss. She knew Lin Zi was pleading, No, no.

Could all women be such contradictory creatures? Though she said no, her body’s response betrayed her. The icy resistance melted into scorching heat, dissolving everything it touched, writhing and seeking release.

So, Qin Ximo refused to let her resist. Ignoring the impending alarm on her phone, she only wanted to savor, again and again, the thrill of her entire palm drenched by Lin Zi. As long as she relentlessly took, Lin Zi would unravel completely, stripped bare. And if anyone was to blame, it was those misty, mesmerizing eyes—damp and pleading, the most potent aphrodisiac.

Just like yesterday morning, when Qin Ximo had chosen to soak in the bath at 8 a.m. The undisturbed serenity had relaxed her body and mind, but the moment Lin Zi appeared in the steamy expanse, an ambiguous warmth surged through her, leaving every pore tingling with languid pleasure.

Qin Ximo didn’t know Lin Zi’s background, nor whether she had a boyfriend or lover. All she knew was that encountering her three times in a single day at this bustling hot spring resort was no coincidence—it was fate.

Fate had destined them to share the fish spa. Fate ensured she’d recognize those pale, slender ankles behind the shower partition as Lin Zi’s. Fate had decreed Lin Zi would become her bedmate. If Lin Zi had been some wanton seductress, Qin Ximo would never have indulged in this lingering intimacy. What drew her in was Lin Zi’s purity, her quiet reserve—a girl with a faintly aloof aura, like a medieval European princess bound by rigid propriety, untouchable yet irresistible.

At this moment, Lin Zi was like Princess Theresa, finally shedding her ornate gown for comfortable sleepwear, revealing a glimpse of the girl beneath the strict decorum—her true allure and charm.

Lin Zi didn’t reciprocate Qin Ximo’s advances. When Qin Ximo first attempted to fully possess her, Lin Zi’s toes curled in pain, her arms weak and powerless as she desperately pushed Qin Ximo away. Lin Zi sensed a momentary pause in Qin Ximo’s movements—perhaps out of pity for her discomfort, but Lin Zi believed it was more likely that her complete unfamiliarity with passion had ignited Qin Ximo’s raw desire. Did touching a girl like her make Qin Ximo feel special?

“Qin… Miss Qin, no… no… you bastard!” Lin Zi melted like delicate, silky ice cream, her trembling voice—like ethereal music from another dimension—piercing Qin Ximo’s eardrums.

Qin Ximo gazed obsessively at Lin Zi’s involuntary shivers and her innocent face, gradually flushed with desire. Leaning down, she brushed aside the long hair draped over Lin Zi’s chest and murmured in a low, seductive voice, “I’ll teach you that after enduring the pain comes unimaginable pleasure.”

“No, no… mmm…” Lin Zi’s bright eyes squeezed shut from overwhelming stimulation, her pale pink lips parting slightly to release soft moans that matched the electric pleasure coursing through her body. Her shoulder-length black hair trembled as her slender fingers clutched the bedsheets.

Just as Qin Ximo bent to kiss her, Lin Zi pushed her away, arching her back against the mattress and burying her face in the pillow, hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Lin Zi could feel Qin Ximo’s gaze devouring her body. Whether it was the intensity of that stare or the room’s chill, her thighs began trembling uncontrollably.

What Lin Zi didn’t realize was that, to Qin Ximo, this was the clearest signal of longing to be cherished.